(Edited at 8:12 PM) Here’s the book I mentioned in the previous post.

Not only did an Exxon Executive tell a room full of Exxon Supervisors and an honorary officer (in the form of a Chaplain, who was working for free, as a missionary, looking after the souls of men away from home, working on the
Alaskan pipeline, keeping the men out of trouble, sober and on the job, cutting down on absentee-ism, hangovers and all that) “There is no oil shortage, there never was an oil shortage, And with what we know now, there never will be an oil shortage.” {{-There’s enough oil under Gull Island (Alaska) to keep them all in hefty bonuses for as far ahead as I can see…}} He told them they were pumping enough natural gas back into the ground to light and power the whole east coast (of the USA) for free- for 3 years.

Now, this winter, I learned that the price of gasoline rises and falls, not due to supply and demand, or the cost of getting the slime up out of the ground and to the refineries and refined and carted to where-ever. The prices are set by the geeks you elected to represent you in Congress or Parliament- or in backrooms and shadowy nether worlds by those castillo hinchable who pull the strings that control those geeks you thought were representing you… Prices rise to bolster the Russian economy or fall to undermine the Soviets’ ability to put down velvet revolutions or even challenge East Berlinners who want to push down their gawd awful walls…. Prices are agreed upon by world players… The Chinese agree to help the US undermine the Russians- The Russians agree to help the US undermine the Chinese… whatever….

So today our coffee maker died. Is there anybody out there who thinks it’s worse than hideous that the whole culture goes nod nod wink wink or maybe even endorses planned obsolescence?

schnarr—

—thanks anyway,

—–Jim

4:46 am, 12 February, 2009

Domino (the cat) is staring at me, looking me in the eye, then gazing toward his window perch, venturing a quiet, “marrowwww-” now and then, jumping to the floor and threatening to bite me on the leg if I ignore him.

Re: Canadiana

Jack Layton, head of the ‘NDP’ (new democrats party) was reaming Prime Minister Stephen Harper over the budget’s lack of vision and teeth, and Harper’s lack of ‘leadership’.

Don’t ask me what I think of the concept of ‘leadership’.

The prime minister, Stephen Harper of the conservative bounce house with slide party still doesn’t look the camera in the eye and is threatening to bite me in the wallet if I ignore him.

I would much rather be shipwrecked with Domino than Stephen Harper. (Can I be shipwrecked with Cathi there, too?)

—–Jim

(This by a friend of mine (who just had a birthday November 16th-) )

The Prime Minister and his attack dogs are trying desperately to hang on to power.

The late late, over night news was reporting on CBC that the conservatives were trying to make it sound like a Watergate type issue.

They’re pointing their fingers and trying to make the pro-coalition people look like evil usurpers.

But face it- The Conservatives did not win their election. It’s a minority government. And they’re trying to push their agendae down the throats of the majority, who voted against them.

That, and I have some insider information that I can’t publish here without getting a bunch of good people in bad trouble, but, “Transparency in Government R us” is not what it’s cracked up to be.

The prime minister is a control freak, trying to clamp his steel gloves down on everybody.

But anyway, they were complaining loudly and pointing fingers saying they have evidence that the NDP and the Party Quebecois were talking about forming parc aquatique gonflable a co-alition government before the (over confident) Conservatives began trying to sneak their hot button issues into legislation they hoped nobody would read very closely…

And I was hoping, way back on election day, that the Liberals, NDP and Quebecois would form a co-alition government and tell the bleeping a-holes to crawl back into their bunkers and leave the rest of us the heck alone.

—–D.J. Otterson