The Idea Light Bulb Sputters To Life

The latest startling revelation to come via documents leaked to Julian Assange's muckraking website and published by The Guardian is should give pause to every suburban SUV-driver: U.S. officials think Saudi Arabia is overpromising on its capacity to supply oil to a fuel-thirsty world. That sets up a scenario, the documents show, whereby the Saudis could dramatically underdeliver on output by as soon as next year, sending fuel prices soaring.

The cables detail a meeting between a U.S. diplomat and Sadad al-Husseini, a geologist and former head of exploration for Saudi oil monopoly Aramco, in November 2007. Husseini told the American official that the Saudis are unlikely to keep to their target oil output of 12.5 million barrels per day output in order to keep prices stable. Husseini also indicated that Saudi producers are likely to hit "peak oil"--the point at which global output hit its high mark--as early as 2012. That means, in essence, that it will be all downhill from there for the enormous Saudi oil industry.

"According to al-Husseini, the crux of the issue is twofold. First, it is possible that Saudi reserves are not as bountiful as sometimes described, and the timeline for their production not as unrestrained as Aramco and energy optimists would like to portray," one of the cables reads. "While al-Husseini fundamentally contradicts the Aramco company line, he is no doomsday theorist. His pedigree, experience and outlook demand that his predictions be thoughtfully considered."

"Startling revelation."

To who?

Tick tock baby.

Of course, the clock has been ticking for a while now. Maybe this time it will be loud enough to drown out the Super Bowl & Miss Lohan's journey through the penal system & the American Idol "beg rich people for fame" debacle.

I sat through the local Super Bowl build up on Sunday where our local new shows appeared to devote their entire broadcast to things black & gold.
They even had a bit of consumer friendly investigative reporting where they had a crew of local college kids order pizza from all the pizza chains, Dominos, Pizza Hut, etc., and they timed the delivery speed so that all the over-sized football watching meat lumps would know the quickest way to get their Super Bowl snacks.
I suppose there's nothing quite as dangerous as mobs of hungry sports watching pudgeballs.

I spent 32 hours of my weekend with two staff who appear to exist in a self created fantasy land.
One is a 19 year old kid who is furiously trying to prop up his manhood by using his extensive video game victory history to paper over the myriad times jocks kicked his ass in high school.
The other guy is 350 pounds of blubber who spends a good $50 a month on muscle mags while he also feeds his addiction to Zingers & Mountain Dew.
Every time some overweight woman popped on the tube he felt compelled to point out how fat & disgusting he found them. His ideal woman seems to be a sentient Barbie Doll. The downside is that most hot sentient Barbie Dolls don't appear very anxious to date a guy who would have to set his belly on her head if she decided to blow him.
Consequently, he never gets any dates.

Then, on Monday, the Residential Service's director called to inform me that my 19 year job was being eliminated. They were transferring the most violent half wit thug to another facility. My only employment option was to follow him & be his widdle baby sitter.
They held me in such high regard as an employee, they waited till the last minute to tell me & gave me just a few hours to decide. Of course, management knew this change was coming.

Luckily, I'm the only one he doesn't hit. I'm the dumb fucking asshole who everyone else stands behind every time the big fuck head decides to have a tantrum. While I can control him, I don't like him. If it were up to me the little shit would have a shock collar on & every time he tried to pound someone I'd send him to the mat all twitchy & pissing. & I'd smile while I did it.

As you can see, I have nothing left.
No empathy.
No compassion.
I no longer understand why we feel compelled to keep these damaged goods breathing.

For the first time in my life I think I completely understand the meaning of the phrase,
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions."

We, as a species, have built an entire Yellow Brick Road of good intentions, & it is leading directly to Hell.

Take a deep breath & smell the fucking sulphur.

It's everywhere.