of us, instead, take revenge for the next 75 years on Mom and Dad, who in our warped 3-year-old minds have become the rest of the human race.

For pity's sake, GROW UP!!

This emotional 3-year-old is the obnoxious boss we have all had to work for, the self-satisfied city councillor justifying his paycheck by looking for yet another street to stick a no-parking sign on, the TSA goon in the airport who gleefully forces his victims to creep meekly around barefoot, the abusive fat cop tazing and bashing law-abiding old ladies and kids, the pompous senator telling the press cameras how he and he alone will fix the ills of the world with yet another law, and, if the overgrown child has to work for a living, he canON A salt plain near the border with Pakistan lies half a billion dollars' worth of solar-energy kit paid for by firms from all over the world. A million panels stretch as far as the eye can see. Past a dishevelled brass band is a tent crammed with 5,000 people who cheer when Narendra Modi, the chief minister of Gujarat, declares the solar park open: “I pray, sun god, that today Gujarat will show the way to the rest of the world for solar energy.”

Despite the uncomfortable cult of personality around Mr Modi, Gujarat is an easy place to do business. And solar power would appear to be an obvious winner for India. The country has plenty of sun and flat, idle land. India is energy-hungry, but electricity