Once upon a time, a culture was built around fossil fuels. There was a real need to provide light
and heat for the increasing populations of the world... and fossil fuels were plentiful and cheap.
Oil was so cheap that no great concern was exercised as the infrastructure of the developing
world was built nearly exclusively on the use of it.
Houses and even skyscrapers were designed that would need constant air-conditioning and
heating. Transportation was designed so that every car on the road would need to refuel as often
as possible. Standards to design cars that got better mileage were fought with fierce battles by
the fuel and automotive companies. They wanted people to use lots of fuel. They even fought
having to clean up the pollution that those fuels caused. And there was destruction and pollution
everywhere these fuel companies went.
Other modes of energy were available and more were invented, but the fossil fuel culture seemed
to be so necessary that no one took notice of anything else. You see... people were getting very
rich doing this... and they were our "friends." They gave us what we needed... and we always
Once upon a time, there was a heroin dealer. He always had lots of money and was known for
the great parties he planned. All the cool people in the neighborhood would come, and everyone
had lots and lots of fun. At the parties he told all his new friends about how wonderful the "junk"
was -- how it would make them happy and give them everything they wanted. (Of course, it
meant that they would become addicted to the "junk" -- but, hey, their world would be happy,
Once upon a time there were politicians who didn't see the connection between an addiction to
heroin and an addiction to fossil fuels. They hocked their children's future to feed this addiction.
You see, addiction was now a normal and accepted thing... and the entire country... even the
world... had bought into the fantasy that all their problems could only be solved with fossil
fuels... JUNK. Everyone was now addicted to it.
It was a putrid addiction, too... spewing fumes and destruction everywhere it went. But the
addiction was so strong that politicians put entire ecosystems at risk... entire water systems at
risk... fought wars to obtain it... destroyed entire countries to get access to it... all... so that they
could feed that addiction. They just said, "We are addicted and there is no other way to feed
our addiction." Everyone had to just shut up... and make it easy for that addiction to perpetuate
Once upon a time... someone came up with a new way to deliver this addictive and
unnecessary JUNK... they called it THE KEYSTONE PIPELINE. It had the potential to destroy
an entire national water system... just so the addiction to oil could be prolonged a few more years
before it ran out entirely. After all... the reason it was needed in the first place was because it was
getting harder and harder to get access to cheap crude oil. And it had a buddy... called "fracking."
In reality... it was a time bomb... built along waterways and aquaducts... with a near guarantee
that there would be breaks and spills at any point along the thousands of miles it spanned. It
would be an undefendable target for terrorists and crazy people... and teenage pranksters. It
had the potential to cause destruction worse than any war bomb... with the kind of destruction
that could NEVER be repaired or rebuilt.
But... the attempts to clean up the eventual breaks in the pipeline... the thousands of miles of that
pipeline... would be quite costly... and that cost would be transferred to the end-users... us.
The Keystone Pipeline... will be the line drawn in the sand... at which the people will say
NO MORE. It is what will classify the oil industry - FINALLY - as a national enemy to be
despised and criminalized.
The power structure that created a world dependent on fossil fuels... will be seen as
equivalent to a heroin dealer whose only goal was to addict everyone... and who cared
little about the lives and health of anyone... that has brought us to a dead end with no way
out... and no time to get out even if we wanted to.
The low rumble of outrage you hear in the distance will become
louder and louder as people begin to realize the genuine threat it poses to the country and
Listen... listen... for the drums