Florida Power and Light’s Turkey Point nuclear power plant has a problem. It’s cooling canals that protect the reactor from a melt-down are polluting Biscayne Bay.  FPL says the canals are not a pollution problem.  But, if the canals they say are not a problem are a problem what other safety elements of the plant are a problem?  Three Mile Island, Chernobyl and Fukushima were called safe plants, not a problem, until an unforeseen problem arose.  But, nuclear accidents are not unforeseen and will occur again.  Risks that cannot be mitigated, however remote, should not be assumed.  Remote events statistically occur with regularity.  Chernobyl contaminated half of Europe.  The extent of Fukushima’s long-term contamination is yet unknown.  We should not be fooling with the stuff.


(To the tune of, “If I Were A Bell,” by Frank Loesser, from Broadway show, “Guys and Dolls.”)

Ask me how would I feel, if plutonium traces start showing?
Well sir all I can say, if you turned down the lights I’d be glowing.

Three Mile Island occurred to foretell.
At Chernobyl hot isotopes dwell.
Fukushima should have rung a bell.
But they shrug and say, all’s well.

Ask me at whom I’d rage, if my children imbibed radiation?
Mister nuclear physicist, best you’d be taking vacation.

With the threat of a nuclear tragedy tragically real.
They should start closing plants down
and stop asking me how I would feel.

Lyric © 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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The industrial machinery of man may in time destroy our tiny oasis of light in the black desert of space.  We may commit planetary suicide even before climate warming’s impact has a chance to do the job.  The nuclear trigger is now held by unstable hands in North Korea, and another radical regime, Iran, seeks its prestige and power.  Even peaceful use of the atom has proved uncontrollable (see earlier posts “Unforeseen” and “Scream Fukushima Scream.”  Yet, war, more than ever poses the greatest threat of the nuclear genie escaping the silos.  Cormac McCarthy’s novel, “The Road,” presages the bleak landscape of a post-apocalyptic world. How can we stop the madness?

 Gort is a robot character from the classic 1951 science fiction movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still.”  An alien Klaatu visits earth with Gort to warn that our warring ways is causing concern among the advanced inhabitants of the universe.  Earth is told to cease its aggressive behavior or face destruction at the hands of Gort, one of a super-powerful, indestructible, interplanetary robot police-force, pre-programmed to destroy any aggressor in the universe.

(To the tune of “All You Need is Love,” by Paul McCartney and John Lennon, released by the Beatles in their 1967 album “Yellow Submarine”)

 (No more war)
(No more war)
(No more war)

How many nuclear missiles can you build?
And how many million people can be killed?
Meanwhile how many hungry children are crying for a meal?
Let’s all get real

How many Fukushima’s will we stand?
And how many 9/11s yet are planned?
And how many homeless people need a bed in which to curl?
A wiser world

What we need is Gort!
What we need is Gort!
Klaatu call him to report
Gort is what we need

How many foolish issues lead to wars?
And how many foolish people settle scores?
How many weary people here would love to get along?
Join in our song

What we need is Gort!
What we need is Gort!
Klaatu call him to report
Gort is what we need

What we need is Gort!  (He’d insist on law)
What we need is Gort!  (He’d allow no war)
Klaatu call him to report
Gort we’d have to heed

(No more war)
(No more war)
(No more war)

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune, “Donke-Schoen” by Bert Kaempfert, Kurt Schwaback and Milt Gabler, popularized by singer Wayne Newton.).

It was unforeseen
So you say
But what does that mean?

Plants are dangerous
Where Chernobyl stood
Now’s an empty neighborhood

Could you not foresee?
Three Mile Island’s still
Recent history?

Nothing’s unforeseen
Accidents occur, when nuclear
They’re very mean

We have eyes
We all have a brain
Doesn’t quite explain

 Air we breathe
Water that we drink
Is more valuable that dollars
Tell me, don’t you think?

That’s your alibi?
Is your best reply?

We’ve all seen
Humans make mistakes
And with nuclear material
Think of the stakes

One more time
Tell me unforeseen
Fukashima dies
Still as mothers scream

And here on the scene
Turkey Point is clean
So says FPL, but they won’t tell,
What’s unforeseen

What a scary dream
As radiation spreads above our heads
Soon everyone will be unseen

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
 All rights reserved.


(To tune of “Dream (When you’re Feeling Blue)” by Johnny Mercer)

Scream,Fukushima, you
Gleam, when the night is new
They said air levels were low in rads
They lied, too bad
Breathe in, if you’re mad

Just scream, on the cancer train
Teams down atomic rain
And there’s plutonium in the streams
So, scream, scream, scream.

Scream,Fukushima rant
Seems, there’s no foolproof plant
They’re raking billions in on grid needs
Risk no one heeds
When profit’s what leads

So scream, your mrems are high
Scream, knowing you might die
Things really are as bad as they seem
So, scream, scream, scream

Best not be eating nuclear ham
All scram, scram, scram

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg
All rights reserved