Page added on January 14, 2007
I don’t care what the American public thinks. I don’t care what the Democrats have promised them. I don’t even care how many soldiers and civilians have to die. The United States is not leaving Iraq.
I represent the 5% of the world’s population that require 25% of the world’s oil to survive. I’m one of twenty people at a party, with 4 pies to be shared, and I claim one entire pie for myself.
I like my car, which requires crude oil refined into gasoline to run. I like being able to drive to the shopping center in January to buy fresh strawberries shipped from Watsonville, CA, 3,333 miles away. It takes chemical fertilizers (made from natural gas, a cousin of oil); pesticides, herbicides and fungicides (made from oil); plenty of mechanical “labor” (courtesy of diesel); and plastic packaging (oil) to get those strawberries to my table.
I like the sound of my tires (5 gallons of oil each) on the asphalt (a form of petroleum) and the smell of my plastic interior and synthetic fiber seats as I drive to get my strawberries.
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