UK Fracking: Job Estimates “plucked out of thin air”

Thirty-one miles south of London, nestled amongst the southern English countryside and almost entirely surrounded by woodland, rests the little village of Balcombe in West Sussex. Not particularly well known for anything, if you’d have looked up Balcombe on the web before say, 2010, It’s more than likely that your search would have predominantly produced pictures and information on the Balcombe Estate, a collection of relatively well-to-do looking buildings that were built way back in 1856.

Over the past few years, however, this has changed dramatically. Any search of the web for Balcombe now becomes saturated with online articles detailing the fierce protesting of hydraulic fracturing by environmental groups and local people. Opposition to the controversial technique reached its peak in the summer of 2013 when weeks of protests were held over the decision of British fracking pioneer Cuadrilla Resources to drill an exploratory well in the Lower Stumble area.

The protests seemed to work as, in January of 2014, Cuadrilla released the following statement; “The analysis of the samples obtained from the exploration well confirmed that the target rock underneath Lower Stumble is naturally fractured. The presence of these fractures and the nature of the rock means that we do not intend to hydraulically fracture the exploration well”

To date, Balcombe itself has remained “frack-free”, falling just short of roughly fifty-two square kilometre Cuadrilla exploration zone (one in which you would be forgiven for assuming the rocks were not already “naturally fractured”). However, other protests across Britain have not been so successful as much of the country is still up for grabs with estimates going up to as high as 60% of UK land being made available to fracking companies through government licensing rounds.

The UK seems to be one of only a handful of European nations going against the grain and looking to aggressively expand their fracking industry. France and Bulgaria have banned any fracking activity whatsoever and countries such as Germany, the Netherlands, Spain, Austria, Ireland and Sweden all have various suspensions in place due to significant health and environmental issues.

What could the reasoning behind this be? Some of the most recent data shows that Europe’s energy consumption as a whole is decreasing, even data local to the UK shows that, since 2006, primary energy consumption has been steadily falling. So why do prominent figures in the British establishment continue to insist on fracking?

Prime Minister David Cameron himself has previously stated, “Shale gas is important for our country” and“could bring 74,000 jobs, over £3bn of investment, give us cheaper energy for the future, and increase our energy security”. However, Andy Chyba, former leadership candidate for the Welsh Green Party and a familiar face to the UK anti-fracking movement disagrees. He argues, “Like every number you have ever heard regarding the potential of fracking, these numbers are essentially plucked out of thin air. What we do know, regarding jobs, is that the vast majority will be short-term, relatively low skill, relatively low pay jobs involved in delivery driving and security.”

“Like every number you have ever heard regarding the (employment) potential of fracking, these numbers are essentially plucked out of thin air”

So what makes the UK differ from other European countries? The same arguments being put forward in other places are being put forward here, yet still, the industry is expanding? There are even tax incentives being thrown at any council willing to have their land drilled by offering them 100% of all the business rates received, rather than the usual 50%. Surely the very fact that schemes like this are having to be enacted shows how unwanted fracking is amongst those living in and around proposed sites.

However, the UK stance begins to make a little more sense when you see who has been put in charge and where. Liz Truss MP has been Secretary of State for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs since July of 2014 when she replaced Conservative climate change denier, Owen Patterson. Truss is also a former employee of Shell (yes, the oil company) where she worked as a commercial manager.

Barton MossAfter the recent general election, Amber Rudd MP became the new Secretary of State for Energy and Climate Change under the now entirely Conservative government. Rudd’s appointment must have been met with praise from the fracking companies as she has previously come out in support of the drilling stating that the prevention of fracking at certain sites was not “practical” and would “unduly constrain” fracking firms.

Now, herein lies a bigger issue, TTIP. The Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership is an EU-US trade deal that is still currently being negotiated. At first, this doesn’t seem too worrying until you discover that the investment chapter of TTIP would look to grant corporations a whole range of new rights and also allow them to set up secret international tribunals in order to enforce those rights. Believe it or not, this investor-state-dispute settlement mechanism or ISDS would enable corporations to sue any government they see as having stood in the way of profits being made, perhaps via the creation of pesky environmentally protective policies.

This is a problem, as it would most likely mean any new policy created after TTIP would primarily be established not for the wellbeing of the people and environment, but for the wealth of corporations and shareholders. And that means a green light for fracking.

If the United Kingdom is to commit to a truly sustainable future, it must kerb its desire for even more unreliable, untested, unwanted technology and begin to move towards a more renewable-focused energy policy. 

You can follow Ryan Morwood  at the News Leak website 


I drift on the threshold of a dream but the rumble of a passing chemical tanker shakes the room and I am pulled kicking and screaming back to waking consciousness. I lay in the semidarkness, the orange glow of the fracking flares send hellish shadows dancing across the ceiling. I reach for the bottle at my bedside and swig deeply, flushing the greasy aftertaste of airbourne pollution from my over-dry mouth.
My sinuses throb and I blow my nose in vain, trying to clear my airways. The tangy metallic taste of blood trickles down my throat again, over-thinned blood vessels rupturing once more.
“I can’t go on like this…” I repeat my mantra for the thousandth time.
The loud tick of the wind up clock eventually lulls me into a fitful sleep….
My sores and rashes are gone. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with clean fresh air for the first time in too many years than I care to remember.
I look around in confusion… I am standing by the chain-link fence surrounding the waste sludge retention pond. Suddenly I am bathed in a flickering glow of three separate drilling flares towering around me like giant rusting dragons spouting flames into the heavens. Yet I feel no heat and the normally acrid air smells impossibly sweet…
My attention is immediately drawn to a loud GLOOP followed by another as large bubbles broke the glossy surface of the hellish pond. Without realising it, I am standing at the edge of the rank waters, among the small dead animals that ring the pond, their dried husk carcasses untouched even by the flies stare up at me with voiceless accusation in their hollow eye sockets.
The bubbles grew and a figure rose from the glossy broth. A head…shoulders…dark liquid dripped from voluptuous breasts as the figure rose to stand on the surface.
Two simple words whispered into my mind,
“Heal me…”
I was transfixed, mouth agape in awe as the oily figure glided slowly towards me.
“Heal me…” it repeated.
A dripping arm was raised, fingers spread, palm outwards.
“Heal me…”
I nod instinctively as the hand touches my bare chest. Electric fire sweeps into me, driving tendrils and roots of thorny energy into every fibre of my being. My head tilts to the heavens and a roar of pain and ecstasy pours out my mouth….
I wake up and gasp in pain as my entire body is enveloped in a pulsating sensation of pins and needles. I manage to grab my specs and stumble into the bathroom, the room spinning horrendously. Then it stops.
I grip the cool edge of the ceramic basin, panting, sweat dripping from my nose and chin. Then the coughing started… deep wracking spasms…I bark like a sick dog till an awful taste begins to burn the back of my throat. I spit into the basin…a small red lump with black stringy tendrils sliding slowly towards the plug hole.
I swipe my bare arm across my bloody mouth and my glasses fall from the bridge of my nose. The world becomes instantly sharp and clear…it dawned on me…I no longer needed my thick spectacles. I drew a deep breath, and for the first time in an age there was no tight pain. Instinctively I pulled a length of toilet paper and began to blow my nose. I felt immediate relief as a stream of dark mucus was ejected onto the scrunched up paper.
What the hell is happening to me?
As I stand up straight, joints that had been crippling me for months began to feel smooth and fluid and I moved slowly into the bedroom. Suddenly I catch a glimpse of myself in the wardrobe mirror. I stop dead in my tracks as I see the large green handprint in the centre of my chest.
“Heal Me…”
Memory flooded back into me…
The Goddess in the pond…
The Oily Angel…
Neurons fired…Connections fused and grew organically… as my body healed itself.
Now…I must repay my debt….then I passed out.
I wake up but don’t return to waking consciousness. I remain on the floor with my eyes lightly closed. It felt like I was sinking into the floor as colours blossom in my mind’s eye. The bright blooms dissolve into fantastic fractal fireworks. I lay there and just let it happen.
Suddenly, without sensing movement I am standing among long grasses, surrounded by a majestic ring of lofty standing stones. Through the soles of my ethereal feet I feel a slight tremor, little more than a vibration, but it was growing rapidly.
Day turns instantly to night as the sun wheels in the sky and the moon rises…
Small vortices of pale blue light dance on the lichen covered monoliths surrounding me. The darkening sky above roils as pendulous clouds scud in on growing winds. A deep rumble crashes and moments later lightning forks down lancing the earth before me.
I stand firm, unaffected by the growing storm.
The thrumming below my feet ceases as the long grass parts and the earth rises in a rich loamy lump. A single round stone, about the size of my head, ejects itself from the earth to land on the grass at my feet.
“You are Whole…” the voice fills the air as the dark stone begins to glow a deep fiery red. “Son of the Stars, for too long your have brethren pierced my skin and burrow deep. Poisons have replaced purity. My being has been violated and I need you to put an end to this, lest I take too firm an action that would harm too many of the Creator’s spark carriers. I now empower you to deliver my wrath to the base creatures that fail or choose to heed all warnings.”
The ball at my feet pulsed. “Step forth and receive Earth.”
I lift the bright ball effortlessly and in moments it burst with a blinding flash, covering me in with a filament thin coating of stone. A deep slow pulse now swirled in the centre of my being and instantly I feel, no I know, this is the energy of the planet earth.
Suddenly a great gust of wind lifts me from the grass, sweeping me skywards tumbling head over heels towering clouds.
It took a few moments to realise that I could control my movement with a thought. I bob and weave between the clouds, exhilaration electrifying me to higher levels despite I had endured. A force stops me in mid-flight. The wall surrounding me spun tornado fast, a stroboscopic image forming on the moving wall.
A face of sorts.
The roar of a storm boomed, “Step forth and receive Air.” Tendrils of vapours snaked and warped, twisted and twined into a milky ball hanging before the swirling wall. I do not need to step, mind you, a thought is enough to move and I reach for the ball of Air, but my astral hands pass through it, dissolving and reforming instantly.
I sense amusement.
Then it dawned on me. Air… I push my face into the ball and took a deep breath. Freezing cold energy filled my chest, ran down my spine, up into the base of my skull then down across my shoulders and burst into my fingertips with an iceburn buzz.

Down, down, down I plunge, plummeting like a stone. I should be afraid…but I am not. I go with the flow and instead of landing gently on the ground below I penetrate it.
I pass through the earth, the rock, deep waters, down, down, down. I am in darkness, absolute pitch. But not hemmed in. No…I am in a cave and for the first time I feel something…heat! I could feel the weight of rocks above me, miles thick. I could feel the heat below me, very close.
“Step forth and receive Fire.”
I place my hand upon the rugged floor below me.
Raw power, raging and fierce! Wow…I snatch my hand back instinctively.
Glowing cracks light the darkness as stone grinds on stone. Chunks of floor sink and vanish into the molten brightness.
I hang suspended in a vast subterranean cathedral, the hot crimson carpet below my feet. The swirling surface begins to bubble and boil, flecks of light pass painlessly through my feet. A pair of ridges rose from the lava, then a slope of stepped scales as a humungous head rises on a long serpentine neck. Below the ridges a pair of black diamond eyes open and pierced me with a sharp gaze.
“Ahhh, She has sent you…” hissed the Dragon telepathically, its long forked tongue lashing out whip fast, cracking the air before me, “for cleansing…”
I barely had time to think before the beast drew a deep breath and exhaled a jet of roaring, luminous flame through me.
I raise my arms, standing cruciform, the fire blasting my soul raw. I feel my thoughts strip away and nothing exists for me but the flame.
Time stretches and I become a single point of energy, yet simultaneously I become everywhere and everything. In moments I am the earth. I feel the magnetic pull of the moon and the ebb and flow of the seas. I feel the myriad stab of many needle pricks, the surge of diabolical poisons and it hurts.
The flame stops and I fizzle back into semi-consciousness.
“You are ready…” hisses the Dragon as it turns and slinks slowly into the magma.
I am.
I plunge into the lava and roar with the dragon swimming in the molten tide. Together we soar inwards towards the very core of the world. Wild exhilaration sweeps through me and I climb between fiery wings and ride the beast to the brilliance of the rotating crystal core. I fly twice round the core and we slingshot outwards at a wild tangent, rocketing at tremendous speed. I sense a thickening of the mantle around me and I give a push off from the dragon as it veers back inwards in a radiant arc and I am propelled with even greater energy.
Massive vibrations accompany my passing, and suddenly I am ejected, spat into an azure sky, boiling dust, ash and crackling lightning are my companions as the volcano below me erupts spectacularly. I carry on skyward, the remote island below dwindles to a green spot in a vast sea.
“Come…” I hear the command of the Goddess.
Automatically I sweep back in an arc and plunge into the deep blue sea. I feel. I can really feel the pain amplified through the water. I can taste the taint of pollutants and poisons. On a molecular level I feel the stabbing of radioactivity, all around me the creatures of the oceans know it.
They are suffering and we caused it.
“You have the Earth, the Air, the Fire and the Water – You now know me.”
I do.
And now I know what to do.
I waken up once more. This time I am not groggy.
I remember…Everything.
The dim light in the bedroom is claustrophobic and as I rise easily to my feet I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I am hypnotised by my reflection. I step close to the mirror door of the wardrobe.
My skin is now a bright luminous green. My heart is visible in my chest, glowing bright red and with each beat I can see my hot blood circulating throughout my body. I don’t have a single hair on my head…haha I am as bald as a coot.
The room vibrates, the image of a massive tanker pops into my mind’s eye. I turn and leave the bedroom, and sprint down the hall and almost rip the front door from it’s hinges. I don’t stop running till I am standing in the middle of the road. I stand with arms spread wide as the roar of the air horn and the screech of burning rubber tells me that the driver has spotted me.
The tanker skids to a halt and the driver and his security guard escort jump down onto the dusty road.
“What the…?” The burley driver exclaims at the sight of me.
“Its not Halloween, freak! Get off the fucking road!” spits the security guard an extending truncheon slipping into his gloved grip.
I look from one to the other, the driver looks wary, and the security guard just mean and stupid.
“Turn your tanker back. You do not need to take it to the drill site today.” I say radiating calm.
“Screw you, Green man!” The butt of the stick slams into the pit of my stomach and I whoosh out an unwanted breath.
His gloved fist smashed into my nose and top lip, bursting it in a blossom of pain. My head flies back and small fountain of blood spills on the dust. I fall to my knees and watch my blood spatter the ground below me. Instantly small green tendrils sprout from the blood, thickening and growing.
I push myself to stand among a small patch of green in the dusty expanse of the road. The plants sweep up my legs and enmesh me with a fine crisscross of life. I touch the pair standing agape at my transformation. Sprouts of green spread over them, tightening, incapacitating. I did not need to hurt them. I begin to walk down the road, dark tyre treads and suspicious spill stains colour the dust a rusty yellow.
The land around me is dying… No birds sing, no insects chirrup.
Each step is a real chore as the chemicals burn into the bare soles of my green feet. Yet I press on till I crest the ridge and I stop surveying the wide valley below. The entire valley is stippled with a dozen wells all ringed by a security fence. The rotten egg smell of hydrogen Sulphide and God knows what other lethal concoction of chemicals wafts up on the warm breeze.
From this vantage point I can see a small band of ragtag protestors – dedicated and persistent. They have been protesting this site since the earth movers had levelled the land and prepared for the drilling.
These brave souls were, until yesterday, like myself. They suffered the same terrible symptoms, sacrificing their own dear health to bring fracking to the attention of the “Sleeping” masses, who relied upon our government controlled media for all their information and “Truths.”
I stumble down the slope towards the main gate. I am getting dizzy now, as my heightened senses are now being constantly bombarded by the sounds and energy radiating from the site. The ground was shaking from the pounding of heavy machinery and the very air shimmering with electromagnetic pulsing from the huge pumps and motors. Invisible pollutants rose into the stale air, a black miasma swirling in noxious columns, staining the clouds. It is little wonder the land is ill.
I approach the group and pass silently between them, ignoring the stares and wide eyed looks of fear. One or two, perhaps, pull phones from their pockets and click the video buttons, recording my visit.
DANGER ELECTRIFIED FENCE signs hang on a razor wire topped chain metal, a pictogram showing a wee man lying on the floor with a big black zigzag hitting his body making it obvious to any who did not understand the words.
I am trying ever so hard to block out the surging feelings of sickness, this is really hard…I feel…I feel the pain in the earth…
A single tear rolls down my green cheek and lands in the dust between my feet. A single daisy sprouts from the stained dust, then another.
My attention is snatched from this tiny miracle by two large SUV’s rolling to a screeching halt on the other side of the fence. Four large men got out and stood in full riot gear. I looked at them and they looked at me. I could feel their hate and a tinge of fear. I did manage a small smile as I reached out and placed the palms of my hands on the steelwork.
Instantly I am shocked, the muscles in my hands involuntarily gripping the chain. Muscles spasm to what feels like breaking point. But I feel no pain. I push the energy down into the pit of my tightened stomach and let it GROW!
Seconds seem like hours and I barely hear the scream of one of the protestors as smoke rises from my shoulder and head. I don’t hear a thing but the harmonious song of the earth’s core.
Then I unleash it.
In one huge force of will I send an electromagnetic pulse outwards in a bubble that sweeps invisibly through the valley. Instantly every piece of electrical equipment is fried and slowly all the machinery grinds to a grumbling halt.
Complete and utter silence.
I pull my charred hands from the metal, leaving a bloody coating of crackling skin.
Still no pain. I sway on uncertain legs.
The security are now being joined by many filthy men in oily coveralls.
I point at the group.
I point at the nearest drill tower and suddenly creeping vines snake up the structure. In a moment it resembles a massive green Christmas tree.
Instantly I am tired and ravenously hungry…it is a hunger unlike any I have ever felt! I know that I need nourishment and rest. So without another word I turn and head home.
I don’t remember walking back up the hill to my home. I don’t remember eating the entire contents of the fridge or drinking about FIVE litres of bottled water. But I did. Then I switched on the television and fell asleep to the news channel on their fifteen minute repeat cycle of lies and propaganda.
I have no idea how long I slept, but when I awoke it was dark and the house was being shaken by something. I think it might be a helicopter…or something.
I have a strange feeling of destiny, a heavy leaden weight of stone in the bottom of my gut.
I am distracted for a moment by a glimpse of the news channel… The tickertape news headline catches my eye. “Dozens killed by terrorist strike at Fracking site.”
The grim faced news reader is telling the people terrorists have struck in the heart of rural England. I recognise the view on the screen as my own county. But the images shown are unbelievable –Dozens of fires raging uncontrollably, metal twisted and torn in jagged fingers of steel. Bodies litter the ground in tatters.
I sit up on the end of my bed as the reporter announces that the terrorist cell is surrounded in a house… My house.
The roar above once again. Bright light floods the room from batteries of spotlights.
I cannot believe what my government has done.
All of those innocent people…slaughtered…
A deep sorrow floods me and I get a surge of energy rising up my spine and into the base of my skull.
“My Goddess.” I reply, “I am sorry…I tried…” – more tears.
I feel her energy swirling through me and I float on the feeling.
Somewhere in the distance of my perception I hear the front door being battered in and see two small round canisters roll down the hall…
I feel warmth of arms around me in a hug.
Twin explosions of bright light and horrendous sound shake the room, shattering glass…but I feel nothing.
I sit there and smile as three armoured men burst into the room, red lances of laser sights cover every angle in the room.
The first bullet enters my chest and explodes from my back… a second enters under my chin and takes the top of my head clean off…
Death is not the end. I know now, that I am home in my natural state. I am linked to all things and all times. My connection to the Earth and the Goddess is pure and strong now. The gifts of Earth, Fire, Water and Air have linked me to her.
Instantly after my untimely demise I am floating amidst the carnage. The shattered husk that was my body is still sprawled on the bed. The armed men still go through the house, room by room, as if this was a den of terrorists.
I can see now with all my senses. The men appear to me as columns of living flame, swirling with radiant colourful auras shot through with many colours.
This death is my destiny, my reason for choosing this life and now I must finish things.
I reach out mentally, sensing the gathered media storm outside my house. I can hear them all and know the lies that they are perpetuating on behalf of the rotten establishment that keeps mankind under their boot heels.
In an instant I perceive the world as an entirety, I am part of the Whole and I am simultaneously one with her. I feel like a satellite in orbit above the country and I turn my attention to the south…to London.
I plunge straight through the small lead lined window into the debating chamber of the House of Commons. There is standing room only inside. A secret debate is being held between the Tory, Labour and Liberal Democrats. Last year the Scots, Welsh and Irish were shunned from these hallowed halls because the Scottish National Party had won a landslide election in Scotland and held the balance of power. They instantly did a deal that they would withdraw from the UK parliament and be part of the UK in name only, but were fully autonomous.
I hover between the hanging globe lighting and listen as they plan and scheme together as one single party. The pretence of opposition is dropped by the Labour party here as the TV cameras are barred from this debate.
I listen as one single Tory MP raises concerns about Fracking and the harm it could pose her constituents…only to be jeered into submission.
Then I notice the shadows…
They are alive and fluid. They slither between the men, black serpents of negativity.
I see the Prime Minister laughing at his back bencher and hear him as if from afar… “My Dear, Fracking is SUPPOSED to harm them!”
I had read about evil in the upper echelons of society, and although I was interested in it, I had always supposed chaps like David Icke were just bampots and lunatics seeking attention…how wrong could I be!
I lowered myself to rest upon the Speaker’s table.
Every one of the MP’s were cloaked in writhing shadows, darker than sin.
I felt a building righteous rage with every word that darkened the room. Tighter and tighter my anger coiled till I sent out a burst of energy straight up into the sky, dimming the lighting momentarily as it swept into the gathering thunderheads. I followed it like an angry arrow.
With the speed of thought I brewed a storm unlike any witnessed since the time of the great deluge. High in the upper atmosphere I caused a mighty depression of pressure, but I kept it under control.
I spread my consciousness out to all the corners of the earth and drew in the power of the winds. Simultaneously, all over England, fantastic fingers of cloud spun in localised tornados. Lightning danced and cracked continuously as I directed the vortexes to the Fracking sites all over the land.
Every single toxic waste pond was sucked up into the high atmosphere, and contained in a single noxious sphere of death.
I plunged downwards once more passing straight into the Chamber once more.
I reached out and passed my hand through the wood of the ancient table, feeling the molecules react to my energy. I send a pulse of power out through the wood and into the floor, then up the walls. A change in frequency petrified the wood, turning it to stone.
The MPs did not notice.
They did notice however when the windows blew in all along the one wall, showering them in needle fragments. The place went mad with scrambling men and screaming women. The winds turned the room into a swirl of papers.
Some tried to push the doors, but they were unable to budge them.
Then I pulled down the Fracking waste.
It started as a fine spray, stinking and sticky. Then thousands of gallons of the toxic sludge began to flood the chamber. They trampled each other, screaming with the burning pain of the acids and worse. Knee deep turned to waste deep then to neck. I reached down deep into the earth and called for the Dragon.
The answer came with a deep rumble that shook the room and a localised quake of high magnitude. A rift formed on the floor and opened a shaft all the way to the molten magma of the mantle. Millions of gallons of waste, and the bodies of over 500 MPs vanished down the hole and burned in the heat of the Earth’s Revenge.

Scotland has declared a moratorium on Fracking.The SNP has declared it will not be allowed in Scotland until it is PROVEN safe and after a PUBLIC Consultation. Which in my book says NEVER.
The MP’s of Westminster have indeed had a vote on this too, but the Tory Party has pushed against it and the Labour party Abstained once again on a bill that could have stopped this terrible practice getting off the ground in England and Wales.
Sometimes I look at these people who run this country and despair, but it us YOU who has the power to stop them. You don’t need to die to save the world, you just need to vote. You need to send the Frackers of Westminster a clear message in this General Election.
The Green Man resides in us all, we all love our families and we all love the land on which we live.


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fracking and the death of the green society

So the Tories got there way and marched back in to power this time all on their own to do whatever they please ok it’s a slim majority but with the abstain party in opposition sorry the Labour party it seems they have taken this as a green light to do what they want . Speaking of green we have all read and heard about the cuts to disability to screwing of the Scotland bill or the welfare but what has slipped under the radar is their attack on the green policies.

The Government has all but abolished the flagship green homes scheme which encouraged homeowners to cut down on their energy bills through new boilers insulation as well as other ideas gone and they plan to replace it with well nothing .The Green investment bank often used by Cameron and Osbourne as there card to say they were green friendly is to have 70% of it sold off according to Sajid Javid the business secretary.

Scotland as we know are big fans of onshore wind farms as a way forward but that is also getting axed as Amber Rudd the energy and climate secretary says it should pay for itself and has no future, lovely even though it has attracted a lot of investment and can be the most efficient way of producing low carbon energy. Solar power is for the chop too even though the sector has seen it grow steadily over the last couple of years and don’t mention Tidal power still waiting for Government funding .

So what are we going to do without solar, wind or tidal well the Governments big plan is FRACKING yes fracking the one thing every environmental group says we shouldn’t touch with a barge pole. John Ashton a former special envoy on climate change said “you can be in favour of fracking and you can be in favour of tackling climate change, but you can’t be in favour of both”. New York State banned fracking after a public health commissioner found serious health risks it has even been banned in Denton, Texas known as the birth place of Fracking and if it’s too dangerous for the Americans that’s saying something.

With the media seeming oblivious to the dangers of fracking and the lack of coverage on television the public are still dead against it 43% at last poll where against it and over a quarter of a million people signed a petition against it but still the government want to press ahead. There has even been talk that the Government will relax laws to allow fracking under our national parks which is an utter disgrace. So what can be done well get in touch with your local MP to protest against it or get in touch with any anti fracking groups near you I’m sure you will find them on social media or on the internet. Fracking is a real danger to our environment and our health and as the government is proving they don’t give a damn, the only green they are interested in is your money.

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Fracking For Facts

                       Fracking well what can you say the Government tell us it’s safe and will make the country money and create jobs where as Greenpeace and just about every other environment group on the planet tell us that it’s a disaster waiting to happen, so who’s telling the truth. Well to be fair to the Government it will make bucket loads of cash in America fracking was making the Government as much cash if not more than their oil wells and jobs well it will be a growing business so I suppose that’s true too. But is it safe well no seems to be the answer in America there has been reports some very worrying indeed. In 2009 in Addo Parish LA16 cattle were found dead at a natural gas well site after apparently drinking a mysterious fluid near a drilling rig and at least one worker said the fluids were used in the hydraulic fracturing process. More recently, in April 2010, hundreds of people were evacuated from their homes after a natural gas well blowout contaminated a drinking water aquifer. It was not clear what contaminants were in the water, but residents were told not to drink it or even wash their clothes in it. But there are more and more just type in fracking disasters on the internet and you will be shocked by the results,  multiple US studies now confirm the dangers shale gas can have on  humans and the environment and they believe it’s fool hardy for Europe to be jumping into it so quickly. Here’s some more facts for you

“Between 2005 and 2009, the 14 oil and gas service companies used more than 2,500 hydraulic fracturing products containing 750 chemicals and other components. Overall, these companies used 780 million gallons of hydraulic fracturing products – not including water added at the well site – between 2005 and 2009.

Some of the components used in the hydraulic fracturing products were common and generally harmless, such as salt and citric acid [though do you want these added to your groundwater?]. Some were unexpected, such as instant coffee and walnut hulls. And some were extremely toxic, such as benzene and lead.

The most widely used chemical in hydraulic fracturing during this time period, as measured by the number of compounds containing the chemical, was methanol. Methanol, which was used in 342 hydraulic fracturing products, is a hazardous air pollutant and is on the candidate list for potential regulation under the Safe Drinking Water Act.

“Between 2005 and 2009, the oil and gas service companies used hydraulic fracturing products containing 29 chemicals that are (1) known or possible human carcinogens, (2) regulated under the Safe Drinking Water Act for their risks to human health, or (3) listed as hazardous air pollutants under the Clean Air Act. These 29 chemicals were components of more than 650 different products used in hydraulic fracturing.

“The BTEXClean Air Act. Benzene also is a known human carcinogen. The hydraulic fracturing companies injected 11.4 million gallons of products containing at least one BTEX chemical over the five year period. Compounds – benzene, toluene, xylene, and ethylbenzene – appeared in 60 of the hydraulic fracturing products used between 2005 and 2009. Each BTEX compound is a regulated contaminant under the Safe Drinking Water Act and a hazardous air pollutant under the Clean Air Act. Benzene also is a known human carcinogen. The hydraulic fracturing companies injected 11.4 million gallons of products containing at least one BTEX chemical over the five year period.

Fracking is not as safe as they would have you believe
Fracking is not as safe as they would have you believe

You see the facts are out there and the Government don’t seem to want you to know about it why well as I said before there is buckets and buckets worth of money to be made and here’s some other little fact for you to know any WATER USED IN PROCESS CAN NEVER BE PURIFIED OR USED AGAIN EVER. There is places in America than have run out or are about to run out of water it’s just crazy.

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