We worship oil. We go to war for oil. It seeps into all aspects of our lives. Dirty stinky oil. I wouldn't be typing on this keyboard if it wasn't for oil. An unholy alliance.
Personally I don't like to see an oil rig unless James Dean is next to it with oil gushing all over him as he joyously smiles at the stinky stuff never realizing it will bring on his eventual demise.
Another snapshot from Donald G. Schnabel's trip to Bahrain and Saudi Arabia in 1957.
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What I want to know is what happens when we run out?
ReplyDeleteOil dances around the drilling rig, praying for more oil? You don't really think it will be met with a logical response, do you?
DeleteIt's very simple, when we run out of oil we will mine for plastic. Landfills are filled with enough petroleum based junk to keep us in a perpetual recycling loop. Those places with the most trash win!
ReplyDeleteI bet there is someone right now trying to figure out how to make a profit out of the giant garbage patch in the Pacific. All that whirling swirling plastic.
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