How about that — the so-called saviors of the planet, those shining icons of renewable virtue, can’t even stand on their own trembling legs. Natural gas — that old, despised fossil — is what keeps wind and solar from collapsing under the weight of their own intermittency.
What’s that, you ask? Intermittency is the polite technical term for “works only when it feels like it.” Wind and solar don’t produce power when we need it, but when the weather gods happen to indulge us. And what they produce isn’t the smooth, stable sine wave that powers civilization — it’s flicker. Twitching power. Electricity with a nervous disorder.
To mask that, we need backup — fast-reacting gas turbines that fire up when the wind gets moody or the sun ducks behind a cloud. Natural gas plays the role of patient babysitter to these manic-depressive energy sources. It stabilizes the grid during their short-term flicker fits and during the long-term sulking of bad weather.
There’s only one problem. Babysitting costs money. Lots of it. And guess who doesn’t want to pay? That’s right — the renewables industry. Wind and solar are the only forms of energy that require constant support services, yet they expect the rest of the system to foot the bill for their neuroses. If those costs were honestly tallied — full stack, no fairy dust — we’d find that wind and solar are the most expensive forms of energy mankind has ever deluded itself into calling “cheap.”But honesty is hard to come by in a cult. The entire climate narrative was built on scare stories untethered from evidence, repeated often enough to become “truth.” Expecting truth from the high priests of carbon hysteria is like asking a televangelist for audited accounts — you’ll get faith, not facts.