The next son of a bitch

who pooh-poohs drilling in ANWR, or building a new Alaska Pipeline, or drilling off the Florida Gulf Coast, and does so because “it will take x number of years and won’t help anything right now” is going to get a punch in the mouth.
In 1973 (yes, I know some of you weren’t born yet, or were crawling around on the carpet going “goo goo”), the ragheads embargoed us and gas got expensive.*
I’m sure some dipshit(s) at the time bemoaned the fact that it would take ten years to build up our domestic oil production infrastructure, and by that time the Ay-rabs would be overrun by Israel and we’d get all the sweet inexpensive crude we could consume without spending all that money and messing up the en-VI-ro-ment.
Well, you fucking morons, THE FUCKING CHICKENS HAVE COME HOME TO ROOST.
You could have built nearly FOUR GENERATIONS of ten-years-to-production energy infrastructure by now.
So stop WHINING and start BUILDING. And start SHOOTING the FUCKING ENVIRONMENTALISTS who get in the WAY.
Jesus.
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* Before that, gas was running about 30 cents a gallon, even less if you could find yourself a little “gas war” going on along the highway. After that, gas ran about 45 cents a gallon and started climbing; five years later it was a whopping 75 cents a gallon, Killer Rabbit Boy er Jimmy Carter was talking about rationing, most gas stations were closed on Sundays, and that really cut into my dating schedule.

2 Replies to “The next son of a bitch”

  1. Woman at work: “I agree we should drill, but I don’t think we should do it up there in Alaska because of all the wildlife.”
    I kept my mouth shut because they already think I’m weird here, and because my boss wants everybody to be happy and get along like she’s running some kind of kindergarten. (Literally; she gives us “You’re all special!” speeches on a semi-regular basis.)

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