Now, we all remember the falling gas prices around the time of the election, but evidently people forget their height at 5.00/gal during the heart of Bush’s second term.
So, let’s look at the facts, the Big Oil companies want to protect their interests, the moneygrubbing Republicans who are Big Oil’s collective bitch. SO, in the hopes to get McCain elected, to keep their reign in order, they drop prices so the docile masses will think: OMFG Look what Mr Bush done did - Republicans = Good!
Well, this failed, because those docile masses may be dullards and simpletons and incompetent, but they’re not quite that far gone.
NOW, we’re rolling through 2012, another election year, and fuel prices are going up. Why is this? President Obama is facing re-election, so people will be thinking this bullshit, about how his administration is driving prices up. Oh now, that could be logical, in theory, however, it is obvious to anyone with half a point of an IQ. Big Oil is again trying to protect their interests in the hope that the docile masses will now elect another Republican, who will give them absolute carte blanch.
It’s a power play, pure and simple.
The sad thing is, my memory is a bit like a sieve and I remember this, don’t other Americans? Sadly, probably not, they’re a forgetful and stupid lot.
ALSO on this matter, I will say this: Gas prices did not really go up for a long while, they stayed roughly around a dollar for the better part of 10 years, at the briefest, so in relation to other inflation, in regards to the “average” income of the country, it’s really not so bad, but secondly: in the rest of the world gas is upwards of $10/gal. Yes, that is 10 Dollars American for One Gallon. (http://edition.cnn.com/2012/02/28/opinion/opinion-european-gas-prices/?hpt=us_mid)
It feels as though it is 5pm, yet it is not even noon o’clock yet. At least I am confident that it is, in fact, Wednesday, and not say - Thursday, which has been the scenario as of late, that I’m either a day ahead, a day behind, or don’t even know what a day is. My body clock is entirely out of whack as of late, though I am glad that today it’s only 5 hours off. It’s an improvement, yes? And let me guess, tomorrow will be Friday.
Which would make sad (that it would not be Friday), as Ms Tori is intended to arrive sometime upon the Friday, and if she were not to arrive tomorrow (not Friday) I would be terribly sad, if I were to believe that it was, in fact Friday.
Days… bugger them.
But, on the note of Ms Tori’s Arrival, I am going to strap her to the bed and force her to watch all six episodes of the SHERLOCK. Because I know what she likes.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to find the shackles.
And on that note, there are things that I would do to Mr Cumberbatch that are illegal in 47 states and a handful of countries.
Sorry for the great amount of Sherlockian and Cthulhuian “Spam” as you tumblrs call it, but I’ve been awake since 7:00am with naught to do. (Write? Sure, yeah, okay, right. No. Still need to clear the ether from my brain before I can be *that* productive) Nonetheless, I shall try to refrain for the rest of the day. At least, we can pretend that that is truth.
Please celebrate Leap Year Day in the traditional manner by taking a writer out for dinner.
It’s been four years since many authors had a good dinner. We are waiting. Many of us have our forks or chopsticks at the ready - some of us have had them ready for days. We will repay you by drifting off…
“As for the Republicans, how can one regard seriously a frightened, greedy, nostalgic huddle of tradesmen and lucky idlers who shut their eyes to history and science, steel their emotions against decent human sympathy, cling to sordid and provincial ideals exalting sheer acquisitiveness and condoning artificial hardship for the non-materially-shrewd, dwell smugly and sentimentally in a distorted dream-cosmos of outmoded phrases and principles. Intellectually, the Republican idea deserves the tolerance and respect one gives to the dead.”—HP Lovecraft
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”—H.P. Lovecraft (via rusticated)