JLL Political Analyst Carol Rove weighs in on proposed Watkins Glen Wind turbines.

I don't care much for car racing. I don't watch it and I don't care who wins.  I only get interested after the finish when the cute drivers shed their fireproofing and show their sweat for me and the cameras. Dana ain't so bad either. (Wink! Wink!) I always blush when she throws one of her little hissy fits, if you know what I mean.

Car racing does serve me a purpose. It keeps my boyfriend, the little sweetie, on his bum, on the couch in front of the speed channel and away from me for a few hours,  if you know what I mean.

Now my boyfriend is all excited. Oh, not in the way you may think. I mean about Watkins Glen getting wind turbines at their car racing place. He takes me to the Glen sometimes, warns me to keep my shirt on, goes and gets a bucket of beers and then ignores me for the rest of the day. Other guys don't though. Some go to the Glen to see girls who get drunk. I'm not like that.

I don't have  the heart to tell the little dumass that those Glen windmills will be made in Denmark or some foreign place like that, are being bought by the government with his money and don't save nobody from foreign dependance on nothing. It's all a scam.  Even my brother Carl admits that. But only to me. 

Carl's so cute. He will say anything for a buck. Like telling folks that wind makes us buy less foreign oil. I love the little worm, though. I know some of his secrets so he tells me the truth.

Anyway, as far as green energy goes, these Watkins Glen wind turbines are a real oxymoronic kind of thing. And, whoever decided to put turbines at the Glen has the moron part down to a "T". The worst way to make energy right along side of the best way to waste energy. My boyfriend will now be able to sit on his ass watching cars burn up a zillion gallons of canned energy while going around in a circle real fast getting nowhere and at the same time the  little hunk of love can watch some wind turbines, too.

Talk about testosterone!

Like I said, I don't like that racing stuff at all and those turbines will make the Glen even uglier.  But, when they drop that green flag,  I get a break, a little rest and a few hours to think politics, if you know what I mean.

(JLL Note: You can read about proposed Watkins Glen wind turbines at this link.)


Anonymous said...

I love you Carol.

Anonymous said...

Marry me Carol!

Anonymous said...

Carol most of the year, the Glen is a waste land. A perfect place to put turbines. I hear they make less noise than a Maserati and are no more distracting than a flashing sign over a beer tent. So, you will hardly notice them.

Please come back to the Glen.

Anonymous said...

Come to the Glen but keep your shirt on, Please.

Anonymous said...

You are about as ugly as they come by today's standards.

Carol Rove said...

You must be sober, big boy.

I never go home alone.

Anonymous said...

No, you go home with the post.

Uncle Sam said...


Typical voter for wind.

No substance for their green energy industrial wind defense except their own personal greed.

So they have to attack a person's looks.

And the latest is that the Voters for Wind are going straight to the Public Service Commission to attack the North Country seasonal residents with claims of being rich, selfish and elitist.

Carol Rove has an inner beauty that the Voters for Wind will neither possess nor understand as they launch their war of prejudice against the success and education of fine Americans who only want their right to vote.

Keep fighting for democracy and American justice, and the red white and blue, Carol. You are a beautiful and remarkable woman.

Anonymous said...

My dog runs with better.

Carol Rove said...

OK Karl

I know it's you.

I know you are mad at me, and all for being against industrial wind.

But insulting me with sneaking, dirty, anonymous comments?

I am telling Mom.

Anonymous said...

Bow Wow, Bow Wow.

Anonymous said...


Carol was a beautiful child.

You can see Carol's baby pic here.

Anonymous said...

One of the best pictures of carol showing her IQ or the number of turbines she wants for her Cape farm.