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Garry Coutts's avatar

Isn’t one of the biggest factors in terms of fuel poverty the poor condition of a lot of our housing stock? In rural areas particularly, a lot of our housing is old, poorly insulated and in many cases practically impossible to effectively insulate. As they are also furthest from the gas supply they pay over the odds for oil and electricity.

I agree that energy privatisation is a disaster, but other factors contribute as much if not more to fuel poverty in Scotland, at least in comparison to the other parts of the UK.

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The Clockwork Shadow: An Energy of Secretary Lament based on Chris White (Trump’s pick)

Beneath the veil of state design,

A specter stirs through covert line,

Chris White ascends, a cipher’s guise,

His polished mask but cloaked disguise.

At BlackHydra’s throne of oil and fire,

He forged his path, his dark empire.

Through Arctic chills to Amazon’s breath,

His trade was plunder, his yield was death.

In whispers deep, they spin the tale,

Of deregulation’s wicked gale.

Methane loosed, green laws undone,

A race toward a scorched earth run.

The “clean coal” ruse, a fleeting gleam,

A Trojan horse within the scheme.

Geoengineering tempts the sky,

While truths of science he’ll deny.

A technocrat? A puppeteer,

Embedding pawns year after year.

He binds the watchdog, dulls the blade,

In Kafka’s maze, all laws degrade.

He casts as villains those who fight,

For Earth, for truth, for solar light.

“Globalists!” his battle cry,

To fracture minds and amplify.

Through webs of power, his chessboard grows,

As pipelines pulse where the land once glows.

The commons crushed, the megaphones ring,

While fossil barons crown their king.

Yet those who watch with eagle’s sight,

See through the fog of scripted blight.

Connect the threads, expose the plan,

Awake the will of every man.

For though the game seems darkly played,

The light of truth cannot be swayed.

The Earth resists, its voice profound,

And those who hear shall turn it ’round.

Resist the burn, the shadowed grip,

Reverse the course of White’s dark ship.

For in the clash of night and dawn,

The people rise, the lie withdrawn.

GQ

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