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MY little Republican heart went pit-a-pat the other day when I saw the headline in the Times: MCCAIN SETS GOAL OF 45 NEW NUCLEAR REACTORS BY 2030. I’m all for nukes in any form. I’ve long felt that nuclear energy is the way to go, and now that I read that France and Belgium get three-quarters of their electricity from nuclear energy, I feel it’s a matter of national pride. I can understand their superiority in cheese and ales, but things have come to a pretty poor pass when we have to catch up to France and Belgium on energy policy.

I once put the direct question to Al Gore, after a screening of his quite good movie An Inconvenient Truth (please hold off throwing tomatoes; go easy, this is my first column for NR): “Are you in favor of nuclear energy?” Simple enough, right? His answer went on for five minutes. It was a masterpiece of equivocation, a veritable multi-armed Shiva goddess of on-the-one-hands, on-the-other-hands. The next day, I got an e-mail from Jeffrey Toobin, who was also in the crowd: “I now know less about his views on nuclear energy than I did before.” The Greenies, of whom Mr. Gore is the undisputed Jolly Giant, just can’t get their tree-hugging arms around those Three Mile Island towers. (Architecturally, quite splendid, I always thought.) I’ll bet a month’s Netflix membership fees The China Syndrome is at the top of their rental queues.

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MY little Republican heart went pit-a-pat the other day when I saw the headline in the Times: MCCAIN SETS GOAL OF 45 NEW NUCLEAR REACTORS BY 2030. I’m all for nukes in any form. I’ve long felt that nuclear energy is the way to go, and now that I read that France and Belgium get three-quarters of their electricity from nuclear energy, I feel it’s a matter of national pride. I can understand their superiority in cheese and ales, but things have come to a pretty poor pass when we have to catch up to France and Belgium on energy policy.

I once put the direct question to Al Gore, after a screening of his quite good movie An Inconvenient Truth (please hold off throwing tomatoes; go easy, this is my first column for NR): “Are you in favor of nuclear energy?” Simple enough, right? His answer went on for five minutes. It was a masterpiece of equivocation, a veritable multi-armed Shiva goddess of on-the-one-hands, on-the-other-hands. The next day, I got an e-mail from Jeffrey Toobin, who was also in the crowd: “I now know less about his views on nuclear energy than I did before.” The Greenies, of whom Mr. Gore is the undisputed Jolly Giant, just can’t get their tree-hugging arms around those Three Mile Island towers. (Architecturally, quite splendid, I always thought.) I’ll bet a month’s Netflix membership fees The China Syndrome is at the top of their rental queues.