Screwed without Crude....

A boat, set in mud, anchored in mud.

A student recently painted this translation of a photograph. It disturbed me.

Look at it for awhile. I am curious if it disturbs you...

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I believve it disturbs me because it reminds me of the state of our nation. Stuck in the mud.

Mired in the grim grime of universal war. Blood, rot, guns, guts, and the dollars to finance this science fiction world in which we've come to live, have become my angst. Not my personal angst, of course, as angst is that which is a collectively low level of worry, but a world in angst I do join as I "feel" the black hole of hatred and lust, sucking us in and drying the planet until she cracks.

I see the black, the white, and the gray in between and it's mostly all gray. Gray is foggy. Gray is difficult to see through. Dusk is gray, and tinted gray that offers illusions and mirages; but never the oasis. There is no oasis to be found in this war except by those who finance the world and own the oases they keep safe with their own jet bombers.

So now it is the oil.....if this war were not about lust of the black gold, then we would not be, as a people, on the brink of disruption by lack of oil....never in history has such greed over natural resources been so evidenced and inevitable. Victor Victorious.

I say that to say this, as I am no expert on oil except to note it is a resource much needed by people who have few dollars; but, controlled by people who have many dollars. Can the need for oil bring a nation to its knees? We're screwed for crude.

My thinking is that I should be hightailing to high ground somewhere that food grows and stock can be raised should all the trucks stop rolling and all the food stop being delivered to the grocery stores. Then, when the sleeping cells awake....