"Imagine There's no Fracking"
that's the message
Yoko Ono and Sean Lennon bought a page of the NY Times to spread this
year. Ok. Let's do that. I'll call Yoko's bluff of her trite misuse of
her dead husband's words. Let's all imagine the world without hydro
fracturing. And while we are at it let's imagine the world without any
oil production of any kind because honestly you are an ignorant person
if you think conventional drilling is much different than hydro
fracturing since the end result of carbon in the air is equivalent
though it's true less material is pumped into the ground, but that only matters if you drink water. So let's
imagine a world without oil use...since that's a good exercise for those
who will live to see 2040 when that won't be a fantasy and all the
carbon we've deposited in the atmosphere will have to be scrubbed with
gigantic solar powered vacuums...probably reclaimed football stadiums or
Rush Limbaugh's bloated jowls...hahahaha.
Ok, I picked
some newspaper out of the trash to clean up the dog shit around my front
door and the radio shack and Walmart Christmas inserts WOULD NOT EXIST
without fracking. I mean none of the products would exist. And even if
they existed they wouldn't be available in the middle of the Texas
desert because horse drawn carriages would be too valuable to ship
plastic crap. I believe 100% of the commercial world relies on oil and
doesn't really discriminate on how it is retrieved. So, it's real easy
for Yoko Ono to imagine a world without fracking. Hell, she's one of the
few people who are rich enough to actually live in a way that eschews
oil...but she doesn't...BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE CRAZY.
The biggest problem I have is that the
basic premise is the energy we retrieve from Cretaceous lizard guts and
gigantic ferns from 20 million years ago...is going to be used to find a solution to a polluting method of energy use. That's the premise. But in practice that is obeyed about as much as the sign above the Taco Bell bathroom sink saying "All Employees must wash hands"
We're
monkeys with inflated egos and that translates to enormous waste...like
using two gallons of gas to retrieve the oil that will make one gallon
of gas...or trying to reach Mars when some people can't get erections
anymore. The ideal and the reality are so far apart that Lennon might really be The Eggman.
The
moment when you think the world is ending is the point when you can
call yourself "old". If you are too absorbed in nail polish or upgraded
chrome rims for your truck then you are still young at heart...maybe
ignorant...but definitely young and I envy you. Then you start to pay
attention to the news or carelessly listen to talk radio or read self
absorbed blogs and you hear the wolves at your door and watch young
people lose their minds and gun kids down or pointless wars that kill
your sons and daughters and all the signs point to an apocalypse. Obviously.
That's when you are old and your kids "don't know how good they have
it". This insane cycle has undoubtedly spun through humanity since Cain
killed Abel....which makes me think the world never ends...youth ends
and with youth exits your optimism and then your hearing and then your
health and then you die and young living people write good things about
you and your legacy is totally out of sync with what you really thought
when you died and it doesn't matter since you are dead and they are
not. They get the final word and you don't.
There
is a war of ideas and convictions going on. As one of the casualties of
the war against the poor I can say that fracking isn't going away. The
giants of industry are not going to lose because they are better
organized than the giants of conservation. They pay better. They give
better holiday Barbeques. They get the job done at all costs while
conservationists will always be hampered by their own convictions. Can
you even name a giant of conservation? Probably not because they
are not good at self promotion. And if you can't promote yourself then
how can you promote a conservation issue like the Arctic Wolf? I'm
puzzled why we humans give a damn about Polar Bears. Maybe we don't.
Maybe it's the last trace of our monkey blood being expunged by iPod cache clearance sales . We will have virtual polar bears in the future and our lizard
brains won't know the difference.
There is no Holiday message hidden here.
I'm computer shopping and obsessed with Ram and firewire ports and
software. It's the opposite of simplification and yet that's the path
I've chosen these days. Whatever the disastrous consequences of fracking
are...we will meet them head on. There will be problems no one even
foresaw and the suffering will be manifest. And it will be in the name
of soap on a rope and nanobots running on plastic trays and my own pitiful video projects and sentimental picture slideshows. Will it be worth it? The wolf doesn't think so. We are the
bipedal lizards of the new eocene era and our waste and corpses will
fuel the future toys broken on Dec 26th by spoiled kids. So when I read about some do-gooder like Yoko
fouling the air with her trite platitudes I'm not outraged. I don't even
want to defend my own handy work in the fracking arena. I am the enemy
but as the enemy I can state unequivocally that she's going to lose. Yes, Yoko is a dreamer and she is the only one.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
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