Friday, September 02, 2005

Pleasure boats and spanking paddles (and oil)

The gas station by my house (Orange County) is dry. In 20 years of driving I've never encountered a station without gas. The one down the road is up from $2.72 to $3.10 in two days. The illegal alien manning the till doesn't expect any shortages. He said, "I don't know, amigo," when I asked him if the prices would keep shooting through the roof.

I may become a philistine (single issue voter) in the next couple of presidential elections, especially since most issues don't concern me:

+I don't care if the very last spotted owl is brought down from its eyrie and hung on a tiny gallows

+I don't care if the last clan of pocket gophers in West Central Oregon gets run over by a logging truck

+I don't care if the 10 Commandments -- or the doctrines of the Church of Satan -- are placed in public buildings

+Abortion doesn't bother me much

+I don't care if the last old growth forest gets turned into pleasure boats and spanking paddles

+I can live without public school accountability, and with hand gun registration

But I drive for a living, and I don't wish to change. Give me cheap gasoline or give me an alternative. I'm tired of being enslaved to oil. It is the Achilles heel of America.

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