BP, Middle East, Good Will Hunting

by agoodnow

Why there isn’t a wind farm in everyone’s backyard and a solar panel on everyone’s roof is beyond me.  I also don’t get why there aren’t more electric cars.   For all of the money we spend annually on gas and utilities you would think that someone would have figured out a way to get these “green” energy sources to market.

Some of the arguments against wind farms are that they are an eye sore and that they kill birds.  You know what else killed birds?   That Sully Sullenburger guy.  He killed a few geese and he’s a hero.  There are too many birds out there anyways.  Have you seen how many pigeons are on the streets?  You’d be doing the world a favor by reducing their numbers.

This BP spill is very scary. I don’t think that we can possibly grasp just how bad this thing is going to be.  If this incident does not push our country toward lessening our dependence on oil I don’t think anything will.  You’ve seen the pictures of the animals covered in oil.  How do we keep doing this? 

So here is my question……why do we associate large pick up trucks and SUV’s with being “American”?  The idea of getting 13 MPG in your big, bad ass truck……….  That is about as unAmerican as one can get.   You are sending your money to the Middle East so that they can buy a larger and larger portion of America (Take a look at the largest stock holders in the top 10 publicly traded American companies.  It will shock you to know that the largest shareholders are from the middle east)  They can afford to buy these assets because we continue to give them money to fuel up instead of investing this money in sustainable energy for our own use. 

What makes this even worse is that they folks in the Middle East know that they are going to run out of oil in the next 40-50 years.   So what have they done?  They have invested in things like Dubai, the Chrysler Building (yes, the great iconic art deco building is 90% owned by a Middle Eastern investment company), and multi-national corporations.  It is a brilliant strategy if you put it into the context of letting your money work for you.

I hope that one day we stop thinking that being American is burning fuel and destroying the earth.  I hope we think of being American as being independent from foreign influences.  As being innovative.  As being creative.  As being conscience of what we are doing to our environment.  As being better than what we have become.

This is a great scene from “Good Will Hunting”.  I think it fits in well to what I’m saying……

Will: Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area” ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’, ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

Classic…..