Drowning in Peak Oil?
You know, I had a whole other post planned for this afternoon. And then reader Mommybrain posted a note about the latest Wolcott article in the comments, and my plans went to hell.
Wolcott just scared the bejeebers out of me.
"’This is a nonrecurring event," he says. ‘The 100-year flood in Houston real estate was one, the ability to buy oil and gas really cheap was another, and now there’s the opportunity to do something based on a shortage of natural resources. Can you make money? Well, yeah. One way is to just stay long domestic oil. But there may be something more important than making money. This is the first scenario I’ve seen where I question the survivability of mankind. I don’t want the world to wake up one day and say, ‘How come some doofus billionaire in Texas made all this money by being aware of this, and why didn’t someone tell us?’"
The only explanation, apart from Bush’s cognitive disability in facing reality, is that he sociopathically doesn’t care about the coming calamity endangering the planet because he and his cronies will be financially prepared even as most Americans lose their standard of living.
There are so many reasons that Bush’s name should be dragged through the dust of his post-presidency for the harm and disgrace his administration has inflicted, and so impeachable offenses for which he would prosecuted today if we had a Congress worthy of the Founders. His malign indifference to Peak Oil and global warming may be the greatest of his crimes, because it will lead to the misery and deaths of untold millions of people, animals, and natural resources.
Now I know there are readers out there going, "What’s this peak oil/global warming/science mumbo jumbo doing on Firedoglake? Where’s my snark?"
Look — I live in West Virginia, about as far from a coastline and as high up in terms of hillside as I like, so it’s not as though my own home is in any danger of being consumed if the sea level rises a few inches. But I loves me some Disney World. And Florida is a whole lotta coastline and then some.
I’ve mentioned my child any number of times on the blog. Add this to my increasing list of worries about the sort of world she’ll be inheriting if we don’t start doing things smarter. Go read the whole Wolcott article — and click through the links — and tell me if it doesn’t scare the bejeebers out of you as well.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go browse my seed catalogues. I think my little kitchen garden may not be so little this summer.
(Photo found on a lovely website of pictures from New Straitsville. I love old photos.)