Waste is a stone sumbitch of a problem.
Hydro is great, as long as you don't live in Indiana or one of them flat places without any elevation anywhere. I love to crack on people from "mountain" states like North Carolina ("Nice hills, but where do you put the other ten thousand feet?") being a Utah boy myself ("never trust anyone under seven thousand feet") but the flooding behind a hydroelectric reservoir is an environmental concern easily equaling nuclear waste.
The most polluted places on our dear planet are Hanford, Washington, and Chelyabinsk, Ukraine. There are places near Kyshtym (Ukraine) where standing by the riverbank for 45 minutes will get you a lethal gamma-ray dose.
Follow me here: the electromagnetic spectrum starts in low, low frequency radio waves, proceeds into microwaves, radio freqs, infrared, visible light, ultraviolet, x-rays, and finally gamma rays where the whole thing stops because them quantum gods ain't having none of it. Photons have no mass, but they do have angular momentum. Since no mass = they can only move at the speed of light e
n vacuo, their momentum is measured by "spin", or "color." They all move at the same speed, but some hit harder than others. There was an event measured here in good ol' Utah by the "Fly's Eye" where some subatomic particle entered the atmosphere with the angular momentum of a well-thrown baseball. That thing was spinning motherfucking
hard.
Modern reactor designs are as safe as they can be, given our current technology. Fukushima was due for shutdown, and Chernobyl was an outdated fast-breeder (ie: plutonium factory for making bombs) run by idiots. It can be (and is) done better. Naval reactors, as used in U.S. subs and aircraft carriers, use fuel that is
better than bomb-grade.
Uranium is an alpha-emitter, i.e. particles that can travel less than an inch in air. However, throw an alpha into something like beryllium, and you get a neutron. U-238 + N = U-239, with a half life of five minutes or so until it emits a beta particle (electron) and magically turns into N-239 ('cause a neutron has lost it's electron bit and turned into a proton, thereby changing into the next atomic element in the table) with a half-life of five and a half days or thereabouts (see above re: one more proton) and it turns into Pu-239, the absolute Hannibal Lecter of the periodic table, the deadliest substance there is. Seaborg named it Pu as a joke, but the Euro-geeks didn't get it and approved the name. Uranium, Neptunium, -- Plutonium. That is the shit that's in those "spent" fuel rods. Six and one-half kilograms (a sphere about the size of a golf ball) cannot exist in the same place at the same time in this universe.
The alternative is flooding your canyons. See: Lake Powell. There are no easy solutions. Solar is groovy, except for this "night" thing we have going on and it isn't efficient above about 38 degrees north latitude. Wind is fine, if you don't like birds or bats and if it's windy enough. Tides are great if you have a handy ocean and live near the Bay of Fundy or some such. The alternative is nuclear, and that's where I stand, and that's where we should go, at least for the moment.
Herein I was going to attempt to post a pic of Casey Serin failing to clean his swimming pool displayed on my Logi G19 keyboard with a blacklight pen-light-thing illuminating a radioactive marble (of which I have a buttload) but you will have to settle for the following signed and dedicated print of an Achewood strip, so deal.