$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('SeaGypsy', 'M')y parents flew on a kerosene budgerigar to where they met.
I met my wife in the digisphere, whilst making didgeridoos for aboriginal artists to sell to tourists who likewise flew to whence such were able to be sold, financing another generation of; flyers around, aboriginal artists, tourism proprietors, airline workers etc etc. Most folks breathing air these days would never have even been born if not for oil.
This is one of many novelty events in the oil age; call it my life or your life or the life of a food ration baby in a refugee camp or a Wallstreeter with a kid on wait for a bone marrow transplant likely cased by having a 58 year old father and 49 year old mother. We owe oil our existence, let alone our survival or position and status on this sad little planet.
Bitching about the price of the stuff is so far outside the real point as to be completely futile. Invest or don't, speculate or don't, what ever, just don't please whine about the inevitable. Study it. Talk about it. Get to know the nature of the Beast. But don't cry in front of it or about it, because it is already dieing and it is not respectfull to cry at, in front of or because of the dieing, for indeed we are all going to die. When we cry over oil, it should be for the waste of it. The sheer waste.

Don't worry about me knowing how to edge my life around the world we know, altough I will remind you half of the planet is starving and the rest is contemplating the face of one another on a iphone 4s. Tech and improvements of lifestyle is and was always made on the back of another human not on oil bro.