So here we are at the MASH tent that is post-modern America, with Uncle Sam in debt well over his advancing bald spot, and almost everybody except the bad guy and a few software companies is broke, depressed, or both.
With the planet’s ability to sustain life in question as the backdrop, and a crackling etheric silence from the cheap seats punctuated mostly by mouse clicks and “fair and balanced” dogma food, cheesy sound bites, a global human audience considers the future with a mix of pessimism, optimism, FUD, blame, ignorance, denial, ownership and a huge dollop of garden variety apathy.
Sure we’re tired of the crap running downhill to where we live. But we sure are making it easy for the bad guy to live in palaces on Easy Street and drive Bugattis and toss crumbs to those who work, play, beg or dance on demand to get fed.
Who’s the bad guy with the fat wallet and crooked grin? Big oil. Big coal. Big problem! Fossil fuels! Fossil fuel in all its conventional forms is the unalienable villain and 900 pound gorilla of the energy world and the planetary environment, and we are its enablers, promoters, consumers and provocateurs.
Teasing the hand of fate. Living dangerously in a real life theater of the absurd because we have so far had little choice when it comes to energy.
Dare we attempt to rehabilitate the petroleum-coal fired beast that bestrides the world before industrial scale use of oil and coal ruins everything on the human stage and spoils the happy ending forever? Is there a better way for the human drama to unfold? You betcha.