Blood for Oil
Here we go again. Gas and diesel prices at the pump are going up, up and up. Diesel in Cowtown is going for $3.65 a gallon and that's at the least expensive pump in town. It's being said that 4 bucks a gallon is in our not so distant future. And that's only the beginning. So they say.
It's unfortunate that the most unstable, whacked out portion of the world holds the greatest amount of oil. ..a product the whole world has become dependent on. There's been constant fighting and bloodshed in those countries since Christ was a corporal. Centuries of bloodshed. And it's still going on.
This month it's Egypt. Who knows who's next come March. Late in the last century America was hauled into this never ending squabble of tribes, religious beliefs and mayhem for the sake of mayhem. Our intervention was about oil sugar coated with an effort to bring democracy to that part of the world. Those efforts have been at the expense our men and women, their lives, their blood. . . all for oil.
These on the other side of the world guys don't fight with honor . . . they're chicken shit fighters. Car, suicide and roadside bombs. Ambushes, which are okay in the field of battle but instead of turning tail and running or surrendering, those on the opposing side hide their weapons and pretend to be civilians. And we don't intentionally kill civilians, do we? No fair! No doubt the face of war has changed a lot these past few years.
Back in the day I used to love to fight. Hell yeah. There was a code that went along with a street fight. When you're getting the best of someone you'd ask, "Had enough? Say uncle?." If whoever it was you were fighting wanted to stop the fight it's likely he would yell out, "Enough! I've had enough. Uncle!" The fighting would stop. JUst like that. There were also times when someone was getting the crap kicked out of him bystanders would break up the fight. Whenthe fighting stopped there were no more punches thrown. No guns or knives were pulled or used. Fighting was straight up, one on one. Everyone knew what to do and everyone followed the rules.
Street fighting today is less than that. Get knocked down and you're likely to be kicked in the head and stomped on. Knives. Guns. Pipes. Bats. You name it they're using it. It's now okay for two or three guys to beat the snot out of one guy. Dog eat dog, no holds barred. Back in the day if the guy was bigger or stronger than you were he'd fight with one arm tied behind his back. That was to make the fight somewhat equal . . . more often than not the bigger guys still kicked the stuffing out of the smaller guys. Today the punkfaces shoot first and ask questions later. No fighting. Just shooting. The back in the day code of street fighting is no more.
There's a lot of trouble in our world. One solution would be to pull everything in. No more fighting the chickenshits in foreign countries. Isolate ourselves as much as possible Be self sufficient, less dependent on oil, manufacture everything we could with everyone instilled with the mindset of buying American. It would be all about taking care of ourselves and minding our own stinking business.
I know. Never would, could or will happen. It's now a world economy. America has to play that game. There's no going back to the good old days. They're over. They're done with.
I can dream, can't I?