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crying and throwing up and slamming my fists against the car window rn because I’m riding over the Delaware Memorial Bridge and I looked to my right and saw in the distance the cooling tower of the Salem Nuclear Power Plant and remembered that mine is GONE!

I’m so jealous of them and I’m so devastated by the decommissioning of mine and I’ll never get over it. Those lucky bastards don’t know what they’ve got. If only WE had built a cooling tower instead of spitting out the steam in the sea, maybe it would still be here today. From a distance of 15 miles, you can clearly see that tower and the plumes of steam rising above.

I’m so dramatic about this and i feel nothing but raw heartache.

Why us? Why our plant of the 450 reactors on the planet? It costs so much to decommission and it is literally the LAST resort, but it was so bad here that they approved it so quickly.

I’m so angry at the company that managed it and the lack of safety regulation and the lack of dedication to providing such an awesome outlet of energy, I’m mad at Holtec and I’m mad at Three Mile Island & Chernobyl & Fukushima & Greenpeace—for effectively killing people’s favor of Nuclear Energy.

god I just want it back. give it back.

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I’m having the best nuclear week ever. Like:

I read this really cool graphic novel on the Manhattan Project & Oppenheimer called “Trinity”

I read this 1946 exposé on Hiroshima by John Hersey that followed the stories of 6 survivors of the bomb. A really moving piece that imo I wish was required reading in our hs history classes

I’m starting a new book on the history of nuclear disasters called “Atoms and Ashes” which includes Chernobyl, Fukushima, Three Mile Island, and Bikini Atoll

A tweet about the Gone books got some traction on twitter and I got to interact with that for a bit. Really nice to see other people who remember loving those books.

You know, and then:

The Nuclear Regulatory Commission released its inspection reports from 2019-2022 for the decommissioning process of my town’s now closed nuclear power plant and it nonchalantly mentioned they accidentally irradiated six workers with Cobalt “DROP AND RUN” 60 when they exposed them to the control rod drives in an “unplanned intake of radioactive material,”and then it also revealed their counter gear wasn’t at full functioning capacity and therefore could not accurately calculate what levels of radiation may or may not have leaked, and THEN after taking sediment samples on the property, found in ALL samples: cesium-fucking-137 on the ROOF. And this all happened over 2 years ago and is just being released to the public now. This is the same nuclear plant that is trying to dump 1.1 million gallons of nuclear waste into the Cape Cod Bay.

Great week all around guys. Anyway here are some pretty pictures I took this past month or so with the plant on the edge of the shore ❤️. It’s that rectangular structure on the horizon. I’m standing approx. 2.3 miles away from it in the pics.

People follow me for my chainsaw man jokes or my sandman jokes or my little analyses on horror but no one! NO ONE!!

No one will love me for my nuclear radiation tangents.

why? WHY? It’s the most true part of my personality. It’s the piece that stands behind all my morals, behind all my true goals and hopes for this world. Why doesn’t anyone want to appreciate the uranium tea cups I bought, or stare at my nuclear power plant from the ocean cliff side 2 miles down the shore. Why doesn’t anyone want to fawn over long term nuclear waste planning, nuclear architecture, the beauty of fuel rods oh so carefully locked into place on a completed puzzle that is the reactor core, surrounded by that blue, so blue, water. A reactor core, such a small thing with the power to give all and take all.

That’s where all my love is. And not once has someone actually liked that aspect of me—and usually I don’t even let them know the depths of my devotion to it.

Don’t I deserve love too? What’s so wrong with a little quirkiness? And I’m genuine too, it’s not like this is an edgy faux interest to be different. I genuinely want to find someone else with the same fascination.

Do you know how I look trying to explain any of this to ANYONE?????!

I start explaining, we both realize I’m insane, they tell me that, and I just stand there. And then we just look at each other, and go aha ha jk!

what kind of upbringing leads a young person to find comfort in the anti-life horror that is nuclear annihilation.

From age 5, to be obsessed with nuclear power plants as a kid, dreaming up all sorts of adventures and accidents and destruction. To feel excited when the monthly fallout siren screams across the sky. To miss it like a lost sibling when it gets decommissioned midway through high school. To miss the angel’s new age trumpets of the last judgement.

To be obsessed with books like Gone by Michael Grant, with Godzilla (2014), documentaries on the Chernobyl disaster.

To be so deeply enthralled by the Long Term Nuclear Waste Plan that its black spike fields live behind your eyes, and your stomach does back flips whenever you imagine the brutalist violent architecture come to life.

To be so horrified but oh so fascinated by the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atom bombs—falling down the YouTube rabbit hole until you get to Barefoot Gen, to 1950s bleak public safety animations, to mind breakingly violent Japanese cartoons trying to channel their pain and trauma onto medium.

To have recurring nightmares of a nuke coming down from the sky, a fire bright streak down the night, the whistle, the flash, feeling the burn of skin incinerated, feeling the force of being blasted away, and feeling the pain of not having been killed. And then waking up amazed. After-images in reality for hours.

To be terrified of the looming threat of mutually assured destruction over your head. That it is the greatest and most abominable dread you’ve ever known. But you can’t help it. It’s like a god now. fitting for a 21st century kid to find religion in the closest thing we’ve made to a higher power.

Radiation. Blue smoke. Metal in your mouth. Neon green light. Cooling Towers in place of hills. Hair falling out. Your skin peeling off your bones. This the Emergency Alert System. An EOWS612 trying to hide along the tree line at the top of your street. The whistle slowly pitching down from the sky. Plutonium. Uranium. Radium. This Place is a Message. Vomiting until your organs are pulverized in your stomach. The Red Zone. Mutation. Perverse and Cruel Mutation. A world in black and white. High contrast and over exposure of unsealed government diagrams. The byproduct of a factory in a single drum that will outlive its makers over 300x over, that will last longer than human civilization has even existed. The splitting of a single atom instantaneously wiping 50 miles of earth from existence. I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds. Dissonant frequencies over the eternal image of atomic pestilence. The fifth horseman of the apocalypse.