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Well, I read El G’s post yesterday and sort of whistled through my teeth a couple of times in the process, thinking that it would be sure to provoke some strong reactions. Thought about commenting but decided to let it stew for a few hours first. I’ve just re-read it now and all of the comments, and I’ve got to say I find nothing in his original post or in his follow-up in the comments that I think worth quibbling over. Pretty much pins the tail on the donkey in my view.
Hey El G.! It says you are in NW Mexico, correct? Hmmm I’m in Mexico too -but not NW). At one time many decades ago when I first came down here it seemed like it could be far enough away once the even then clearly inevitable started coming to pass. Alas, that perception is turning out to have been way off the mark, but when it all finally falls apart -and boy-oh-boy are we a lot closer to that than we were 42 years ago- I don’t think even Tierra Del Fuego will be far enough away.
At one point Mr. Hofmeister mentioned that Americans are paying for the fact that the Saudi King had bought social peace by -in effect- spreading the oil wealth around a bit more in his country. His presentation of it made it sound -on purpose I think- like Americans were somehow being swindled or victimized in the process by some towelhead. What would they prefer, that the Kingdom disintegrate from internal chaos just that much sooner thereby eliminating all access to Saudi oil?!? This is just more of the “how did OUR OIL get under THEIR sand” attitude of entitlement that so endears Americans to people of other countries around the world these days. Americans are being victimized, but not by the Saudis, rather they are victims of their own blind addiction to imported fuel. The Saudi King has every right to do whatever he wants with his money and charge whatever he damn well pleases for the oil he sells to get it, and his subjects are FAR MORE entitled to getting a cut of that action than American motorists are entitled to perpetually cheap gas so they can keep livin’ large while they run down to the 7-11 in the Suburban for a brew on their way to junior’s soccer practice. Oh! what a glorious crash it is going to be.
