I really do, I have excitement going up my leg and everything. I am a swoon with Governor Palin, and the best thing about it is that it is unlike Keith and his man crush, it is from a signal from my fore-brain rather than in his case some disturbing epiphany resulting from sitting in a department store Santa’s lap for just a bit too long. I really, really like her. She represents the America that I like to believe in, one that says there is no shame in working and getting dirty. I want an America that keys on that whole “Pursuit of Happiness” thing, and then essentially leaves me the hell alone. I do not want Uncle Sugar to be my daddy or my mommy and I sure as Russian expansionism do not want Uncle Sugar to be my pimp.
I have known quite a few “elites” in my life, hell I was technically born one, albeit one of a very petty and regional nature. I have hob knobbed with Ivy leaguers and “brain trust” characters, asides from their inability to show their top teeth when talking and their absolute belief that everything would be “peachy” if the riff-raff would only bow to their superior breeding and education, they have their pants put on them by their “trusted” servants one leg at a time just like I do, well except for the whole “servant” thing. I have known that special class of military officer whose commission came to them via a four-year stay at service academy, just like their father’s did. These guys are at least a hoot when you break out the liquor; of course, they are rather hard on the glassware due to the constant clanking of their giant class rings. I have also found myself in the presence of that peculiar animal known as a career politician, more times than I care to remember. They smile constantly and I mean they grin like possums in persimmon trees, showing acres of blindingly white perfectly regimented dentition. They are big on bonhomie displays; man, they always want to touch you. They shake your hand and won’t let go, then when that long awkward moment is over they sidle up to you and slap you on the back, this is where it is a wise move to check your wallet. They talk a great deal about “the future”, they even look at it when they talk about it; I have determined that “the future” is always located about six inched up and to the right of my eyes. Their “future” must be a marvelous place, but I must warn you never ask when this “future” will become the present, alas, the distance is always after the next election, and for those poor politicians that have run afoul of some sort of term limitation it is always two years beyond that immobile date. That at least explains why Presidents always want to talk about “10 year plans”. So you see I am used to these particular types who develop that “need to lead”.
I have also had the rare pleasure to be around people are moving forward through life and will lead if necessary but would really rather to do their own thing, they could be called entrepreneurs. These folks are great to be around, they tend to dress casually, and their degrees if they have them tend to come from schools that have a State’s name somewhere in them. They are a hoot to have a drink or two with as well but they are also quite a bit of fun with nothing stronger than a soft drink presented in its original container. They smile quite a lot also though their teeth while generally clean they tend to show less strict attention to perfect placement. They talk about the future as well, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year and when they say I am going to do “X” they mention the date they intend to do it. These people can also be scene doing the most mundane things and no one feels the need to preserve this moment for posterity by taking hundred of photographs. They take out the garbage, go to the grocery store to buy toilet paper and even pump gas into their own late model vehicles. I tend to like these folks, call me snob if you must.
This is why I really, really like Palin, good looks and current official title aside, I have no trouble imagining her doing the same kind of things I do. I cannot for the life of me see myself standing in a cashier’s line at the local convenience store with Barak or Joe conversing about the weather. I also find it extremely difficult to imagine such a scenario with McCain. Governor Palin is much more like me than any of the other candidates on any ticket aside from being rather attractive, successful, intelligent, ( did I mention attractive?) female that is. I know that she knows what it actually takes to be an American today; it takes a lot of work. I don’t give a rat’s rectum about her gender, what I do care about is that if she is near the POTUS, there would be at least one person around him in a position of power that knows how to personally balance a check book. That she is also hot as a fourth of July firecracker has nothing to do with why I really, really like her as McCain’s choice of VPOTUS. I think I will swoon now, somebody go fetch the smelling salts from Keith Olbermann’s office, but for the love of hygiene leave any tissues you find strewn around there alone.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
WOW, McCain Threw a Knuckle Ball
Well now, we finally have something interesting happening in this election and the best thing about it is that no one has even realized why. All summer we have been watching the young good-looking cultured gentleman from Illinois going from one spotlight to another speaking of how he will give us “Hope and Change”. How he was going to bring a new era to America through the power of government. He has told us that change has to come from new sources and that the “old boy” system of Washington insiders has to end. We have been told that something, anything new has to good and that we must leave the old ways behind. Then he went and chose as a running mate, the living example of the old boy political system, so much for change, but there is always hope.
Now the crusty old war-horse from Arizona, has gone and thrown the whole political world on its ear, by choosing a young dynamic wave maker from politically speaking “nowhere” as his running mate, and as of yet nobody has a clue why he did it. Oh, yes, the youngster also happens to be a woman, and so far, that is all that the “talking heads” have noticed about this election. Analysts have been quick notice that Alaska’s Governor is a woman, and gee, Hillary Clinton is a woman, so McCain has made a clumsy grab at dissatisfied Hillary Supporters. I believe that in the vernacular of my home, that the Pundits are on the trail but they are all barking up the wrong tree.
What we have in this election is much bigger than petty political counting coup. This battle will allow America to decide who we really are. Obama who talks a good game about change, is actually the living representative of Power Politics with all the trimmings, representing a political philosophy that only professional politicians are capable of defining what America is, what America needs, and what America is going to become.
McCain the maverick that should have never made it to the top of the Republican Party as their Presidential candidate or any organized Political Party for that matter. He has a well-earned reputation for the ultimate political sin; he refuses to lock elbows with “The Party” for the “Good of the Party”. He has fought for what he thinks is right and damned both friends and enemies while doing so. Now this “loose cannon” has picked as a running mate someone else who is JUST LIKE HIM, and he drawn the battle line. The Governor of Alaska is a hard corps reformer and she kicked her party in the teeth to get her job, remind you of anyone? So now, we have a couple of “Hicks from the Sticks” against a well-oiled “Old School” Political Machine. This is going to be something to see.
Now the crusty old war-horse from Arizona, has gone and thrown the whole political world on its ear, by choosing a young dynamic wave maker from politically speaking “nowhere” as his running mate, and as of yet nobody has a clue why he did it. Oh, yes, the youngster also happens to be a woman, and so far, that is all that the “talking heads” have noticed about this election. Analysts have been quick notice that Alaska’s Governor is a woman, and gee, Hillary Clinton is a woman, so McCain has made a clumsy grab at dissatisfied Hillary Supporters. I believe that in the vernacular of my home, that the Pundits are on the trail but they are all barking up the wrong tree.
What we have in this election is much bigger than petty political counting coup. This battle will allow America to decide who we really are. Obama who talks a good game about change, is actually the living representative of Power Politics with all the trimmings, representing a political philosophy that only professional politicians are capable of defining what America is, what America needs, and what America is going to become.
McCain the maverick that should have never made it to the top of the Republican Party as their Presidential candidate or any organized Political Party for that matter. He has a well-earned reputation for the ultimate political sin; he refuses to lock elbows with “The Party” for the “Good of the Party”. He has fought for what he thinks is right and damned both friends and enemies while doing so. Now this “loose cannon” has picked as a running mate someone else who is JUST LIKE HIM, and he drawn the battle line. The Governor of Alaska is a hard corps reformer and she kicked her party in the teeth to get her job, remind you of anyone? So now, we have a couple of “Hicks from the Sticks” against a well-oiled “Old School” Political Machine. This is going to be something to see.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
who's he calling a possum?
My, my, what do we have here, Senator. Obama has gone and made one of those “changes” he has been going on about ad nauseum. He (or more likely his handlers fresh from the “no head scarves behind the man” decision) has decided to muck about with the Great Seal of The United States. The fun thing is Senator “Everyone” has decided to show his understanding of we common folk of America by expressing himself in a language that American Schools stopped teaching about the same time paddling went out of vogue, he chose to do it in Latin (and I for one, believe that these changes were directly related, since Latin must be learned per virga). Not that I know anything about Latin mind you, like most Americans I think of Latin as a geographical term, one that refers to those countries that are currently providing the US with a tremendous amount low cost labor sans papers.
The Great Seal in its un-Obama-ed form features, as you well know a big bird on it covered by Captain America’s shield that is torn between the need to enact an illegal regime change and the cocktail hour. It also has the phrase on it just like on our money that means roughly “I thought this would be worth more”, good old E pluribus Unum. Which thanks to the power of “Google” I now know means “out of many, one”. Which a guess was a pretty good motto for a bunch of turkey gnawing WASPs but the very idea of a diverse group of people uniting together against astronomical odds is so 18th century. I mean really, who would smile on such an idea today. It is practically dogma now to reverse old E pluribus Unum and break that big “one” into as many small and mutually antagonistic groups as possible “ex unus, plures” or “tribuo quod victum” as it were. This is the new order of the age.
The freshman from Illinois thought it better to take a even fresher look at the stodgy old motto, he picked a phrase that is a translation of a translation made famous by the multicultural princess of new age learning, Dora the Explorer. Obama always one for succinctness, chose "Vero possumus" or as every parent of young children knows (and after the ten thousandth command for Junior to bellow it out, despises) the phrase, “Yes, we can”.
This collaboration between Obama and Nick Jr. makes a wearying amount of sense; after all, if you say something often enough and earnestly enough it develops a life of its own.
Hey it is the basic law of advertising; “have a Coke and a smile”, “where’s the beef?”, “We are Beatrice” or for the less aged, “Head on, apply directly to the forehead”. Therefore, if “Change we can believe in” was too highbrow for you, “Yes we can” should put a load in your mental diaper that should last through November.
I as a Southerner cannot help but get the giggles over the “possum’ in “possumus”.
Didelphis virginiana, to be formal, Opossum to prove you have never seen one outside of watching Animal Planet, or possum as his name is pronounced by those of us whose speech patterns naturally do away with superfluous letters anyway, is well known to we the clinger on-ers of firearms and graspers of the Gospels. Possums are found most often by the average Southerner acting as a very temporary and unpleasant speed bump on our highways and byways. This inability to negotiate roads that literally “less traveled” as earned this animal it immortal place in the Southern version of that age old philosophical question: “Why did the chicken cross the road?” The regional answer is “to prove to the possum it could be done". This is also, why youngsters who exhibit less than pedestrian intelligence inevitably will acquire the nickname “possum”.
Which brings me back to the Senator’s new Seal, the big bird has returned his shield to Captain America and in it place is a tableau that features the sun setting on a bit of rural highway, a highway that is yet to acquire its share of squishy reminders of what happens when you make a stupid decision. You know I am really beginning to enjoy this election year.
The Great Seal in its un-Obama-ed form features, as you well know a big bird on it covered by Captain America’s shield that is torn between the need to enact an illegal regime change and the cocktail hour. It also has the phrase on it just like on our money that means roughly “I thought this would be worth more”, good old E pluribus Unum. Which thanks to the power of “Google” I now know means “out of many, one”. Which a guess was a pretty good motto for a bunch of turkey gnawing WASPs but the very idea of a diverse group of people uniting together against astronomical odds is so 18th century. I mean really, who would smile on such an idea today. It is practically dogma now to reverse old E pluribus Unum and break that big “one” into as many small and mutually antagonistic groups as possible “ex unus, plures” or “tribuo quod victum” as it were. This is the new order of the age.
The freshman from Illinois thought it better to take a even fresher look at the stodgy old motto, he picked a phrase that is a translation of a translation made famous by the multicultural princess of new age learning, Dora the Explorer. Obama always one for succinctness, chose "Vero possumus" or as every parent of young children knows (and after the ten thousandth command for Junior to bellow it out, despises) the phrase, “Yes, we can”.
This collaboration between Obama and Nick Jr. makes a wearying amount of sense; after all, if you say something often enough and earnestly enough it develops a life of its own.
Hey it is the basic law of advertising; “have a Coke and a smile”, “where’s the beef?”, “We are Beatrice” or for the less aged, “Head on, apply directly to the forehead”. Therefore, if “Change we can believe in” was too highbrow for you, “Yes we can” should put a load in your mental diaper that should last through November.
I as a Southerner cannot help but get the giggles over the “possum’ in “possumus”.
Didelphis virginiana, to be formal, Opossum to prove you have never seen one outside of watching Animal Planet, or possum as his name is pronounced by those of us whose speech patterns naturally do away with superfluous letters anyway, is well known to we the clinger on-ers of firearms and graspers of the Gospels. Possums are found most often by the average Southerner acting as a very temporary and unpleasant speed bump on our highways and byways. This inability to negotiate roads that literally “less traveled” as earned this animal it immortal place in the Southern version of that age old philosophical question: “Why did the chicken cross the road?” The regional answer is “to prove to the possum it could be done". This is also, why youngsters who exhibit less than pedestrian intelligence inevitably will acquire the nickname “possum”.
Which brings me back to the Senator’s new Seal, the big bird has returned his shield to Captain America and in it place is a tableau that features the sun setting on a bit of rural highway, a highway that is yet to acquire its share of squishy reminders of what happens when you make a stupid decision. You know I am really beginning to enjoy this election year.
They call me...
JimmyD
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Save the Planet...pull my finger
I was studying this little map showing how we bad old Americans were destroying the planet with our SUVs, cow farts and BBQ’s, when I noted that the two fastest growing industrialized countries on the planet India and Mainland China were clean and green. It made me a tad curious, so I started to think a bit and after watching one of the History Channel’s “Oh My GOD We are All Going to Die!!! Because (add esoteric world ending scenario here)” shows, I think I know why.
The show I watched was the one about super-volcanoes ,and the particular was about Toba which popped off about 75,000 years ago ( I am surprised that fundamentalist Christian groups have not threatened to blow-up the cable company over that bit of info since we all know that the Earth is 5287 years old….oh scratch that…If they did they would miss NASCAR)
and caused a massive cool down that triggered the last Ice Age (minus the lovable digitally animated critters.
add whole lot of really cold cavemen). The reason old Toba made the temp go down, was that along with 670 cubic miles of what would one day be Sumatra (land of kopi luwat http://www.animalcoffee.com/ , coffee crapped by civet cats) it pumped out 10 to the 10 million metric tons of sulfur dioxide into the stratosphere that essentially worked like your new blinds to keep out the sunlight.
Where am I going with this well both China (bad Mainland Communist makers of damned near every thing you can buy at Wal-Mart, not Taiwan or THE Republic of China, makers of almost all LCD TV screens and receivers of nuclear detonators accidentally ...wink…wink..) and India (solvers of all software glitches and all apparently named Dave) have about 3 billion people between them and a huge part of their diets are made up of cabbage (China) and beans (India). So when you have 3 billion people all pumping around a cubic yard of sulfur dioxide out of their collective star fishes every day; well that just about takes care of all those pesky green house gasses don’t it?*
the job of saving the planet…stinks.
So essentially our planet’s climate is being maintained by a thick cloud of air-biscuits that floats between us and Al Gore’s wet dream, so have another plate of curried lentils with an egg roll on the side for God’s sake! Do it for the children!
This makes as much sense as Al Gore does.
They call me
JimmyD
* This scientific theory is based on computer projections and is therefore as well thought out as Global Warming or Climate Change or Silent Spring or Population Bomb or Obama’s(aside, you know my spellchecker keeps wanting to write that as Osama…Tee-Hee) presidential platform and therefore it should be treated with as much respect and garner as much grant money as all of the previously mentioned ploys… ahem… I mean theories.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Pakis, Panties, Pastry, and the end of Western Civilization
Here is a fun little Press Release from our good friends in Pakistan here is the link
http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2008%5C06%5C08%5Cstory_8-6-2008_pg7_14 it was printed in the Sunday Edition of the Daily Times “A New Voice for a New Pakistan”
Pakistan to ask EU to amend laws on freedom of expression
By Tahir NiazISLAMABAD: Pakistan will ask the European Union countries to amend laws regarding freedom of expression in order to prevent offensive incidents such as the printing of blasphemous caricatures of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and the production of an anti-Islam film by a Dutch legislator, sources in the Interior Ministry told Daily Times on Saturday.They said that a six-member high-level delegation comprising officials from the Ministry of Interior, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Law would leave Islamabad on Sunday (today) for the EU headquarters in Brussels, Belgium and explain to the EU leadership the backlash against the blasphemous campaign in the nam(sic) attempt e (sic) of freedom of expression. The delegation, headed by an additional secretary of the Interior Ministry, will meet the leaders of the EU countries in a bid to convince them that the recent attack on the Danish Embassy in Pakistan could be a reaction against the blasphemous campaign, sources said.They said that the delegation would also tell the EU that if such acts against Islam are not controlled, more attacks on the EU diplomatic missions abroad could not be ruled out. Sources said that the delegation would also hold discussions on inter-religious harmony during its meetings with the EU leaders.
Now you just know that all the EU wonks in Brussels have got their thongs so tightly wadded that you could not drag them out of their collective cracks with a John Deere Tractor. I am sure that the Paki’s will get far more attention over this than say the Pope would if he demanded that the EU drop part of its charter. Since the fasted growing segment of the EU’s population is Muslim, the brave folks of Belgium will immediately appease. Sharia law is just around the corner for the EU. It is tragic that what could not be done by the Armies of the Prophet on many fields of battle, at the cost of untold thousands of Christian lives, will be done for the fear of street riots and car bombs. When Suleiman the Magnificent ruler of the Ottoman Empire marched into Europe to spread the word of the Prophet in 1529, his army of 300,000 made it to the gates of Vienna. That was as far as he could go; a combination of weather, disease, and pissed Viennese stopped him cold. Suleiman lost over half his army during his withdrawal to European territory that he controlled, the Balkans. The Ottomans set out once again to conquer Europe in 1683.
Stay with me I am going somewhere with this.
In 1683 Kara Mustafa Pasha the Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire marched another massive army to Vienna a laid siege, this was July 14. The siege cut off Vienna from the rest of Europe and was definitely going Mustafa’s way, this time the Turks brought heavy artillery and Sappers. Sappers are military engineer who specialize in tunneling under defensive positions in order to lay explosives or to bring troops under the walls for direct assaults. On 11 September, parts of the outer wall had fallen to the Turks and Vienna was just about done. Two things happened that changed the world. On that same September night, while most of Vienna was trying to sleep, a bakery was working with some of the last flour in the city in order to feed the defenders. As the bakers worked they heard sounds coming from beneath their feet, it was the sound of Turkish sappers digging under the walls. The Turks were drowned in their hole like rats by the fast thinking defenders who drained a cistern into the Turkish mine. The warning from the bakers saved Vienna from being sacked during the night. The other thing that happened was a relief army led by John III of Poland that was made up of troops from all over central Europe was preparing to attack the Turks from the flank. The battle of Vienna on 12 September 1683 was a huge victory for Europe and stopped the further expansion into Europe by the Ottomans. The war dragged on for another twenty years but Vienna was the high tide of that attempt of the continuing effort by the Muslims to conquer Europe.
Here is a fun little aside from that battle that has been lost to many today. The Viennese bakers who helped stop the Turkish sappers decided to commemorate their effort by creating a special pastry. The bakers made the dough into the shape they saw featured on the Many Turkish Battle flags that waived outside their city for so many months and that were now being used as doormats around town. They created the croissant, which is in the shape of the moon of Islam. This is why the proper method of eating one is to tear it in half with your bare hands.
The Turks were so utterly defeated that in their headlong flight back to the Balkans their entire camp was captured intact with all supplies. It was in this vast amount of plunder that several tons of dried green bean-like items were found. These beans turned out to be coffee, and it was with these beans that Vienna started its and subsequently the Western world's love affair with that awakening beverage.
So while in Brussels today the bureaucrats of the EU nervously sip their de-caf and try to nibble their croissants as they try to find what liberty they could sell out next, it is my most sincere hope that a waiter of Viennese decent pisses in their coffee and wipes his ass with their croissants, because those spineless ass babies are trying to lose a war that Europe has been winning since 1683.
I’m off to get another croissant and big old cup of Dunkin’s finest, because victory makes the best breakfast.
They call me
JimmyD
http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2008%5C06%5C08%5Cstory_8-6-2008_pg7_14 it was printed in the Sunday Edition of the Daily Times “A New Voice for a New Pakistan”
Pakistan to ask EU to amend laws on freedom of expression
By Tahir NiazISLAMABAD: Pakistan will ask the European Union countries to amend laws regarding freedom of expression in order to prevent offensive incidents such as the printing of blasphemous caricatures of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and the production of an anti-Islam film by a Dutch legislator, sources in the Interior Ministry told Daily Times on Saturday.They said that a six-member high-level delegation comprising officials from the Ministry of Interior, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Law would leave Islamabad on Sunday (today) for the EU headquarters in Brussels, Belgium and explain to the EU leadership the backlash against the blasphemous campaign in the nam(sic) attempt e (sic) of freedom of expression. The delegation, headed by an additional secretary of the Interior Ministry, will meet the leaders of the EU countries in a bid to convince them that the recent attack on the Danish Embassy in Pakistan could be a reaction against the blasphemous campaign, sources said.They said that the delegation would also tell the EU that if such acts against Islam are not controlled, more attacks on the EU diplomatic missions abroad could not be ruled out. Sources said that the delegation would also hold discussions on inter-religious harmony during its meetings with the EU leaders.
Now you just know that all the EU wonks in Brussels have got their thongs so tightly wadded that you could not drag them out of their collective cracks with a John Deere Tractor. I am sure that the Paki’s will get far more attention over this than say the Pope would if he demanded that the EU drop part of its charter. Since the fasted growing segment of the EU’s population is Muslim, the brave folks of Belgium will immediately appease. Sharia law is just around the corner for the EU. It is tragic that what could not be done by the Armies of the Prophet on many fields of battle, at the cost of untold thousands of Christian lives, will be done for the fear of street riots and car bombs. When Suleiman the Magnificent ruler of the Ottoman Empire marched into Europe to spread the word of the Prophet in 1529, his army of 300,000 made it to the gates of Vienna. That was as far as he could go; a combination of weather, disease, and pissed Viennese stopped him cold. Suleiman lost over half his army during his withdrawal to European territory that he controlled, the Balkans. The Ottomans set out once again to conquer Europe in 1683.
Stay with me I am going somewhere with this.
In 1683 Kara Mustafa Pasha the Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire marched another massive army to Vienna a laid siege, this was July 14. The siege cut off Vienna from the rest of Europe and was definitely going Mustafa’s way, this time the Turks brought heavy artillery and Sappers. Sappers are military engineer who specialize in tunneling under defensive positions in order to lay explosives or to bring troops under the walls for direct assaults. On 11 September, parts of the outer wall had fallen to the Turks and Vienna was just about done. Two things happened that changed the world. On that same September night, while most of Vienna was trying to sleep, a bakery was working with some of the last flour in the city in order to feed the defenders. As the bakers worked they heard sounds coming from beneath their feet, it was the sound of Turkish sappers digging under the walls. The Turks were drowned in their hole like rats by the fast thinking defenders who drained a cistern into the Turkish mine. The warning from the bakers saved Vienna from being sacked during the night. The other thing that happened was a relief army led by John III of Poland that was made up of troops from all over central Europe was preparing to attack the Turks from the flank. The battle of Vienna on 12 September 1683 was a huge victory for Europe and stopped the further expansion into Europe by the Ottomans. The war dragged on for another twenty years but Vienna was the high tide of that attempt of the continuing effort by the Muslims to conquer Europe.
Here is a fun little aside from that battle that has been lost to many today. The Viennese bakers who helped stop the Turkish sappers decided to commemorate their effort by creating a special pastry. The bakers made the dough into the shape they saw featured on the Many Turkish Battle flags that waived outside their city for so many months and that were now being used as doormats around town. They created the croissant, which is in the shape of the moon of Islam. This is why the proper method of eating one is to tear it in half with your bare hands.
The Turks were so utterly defeated that in their headlong flight back to the Balkans their entire camp was captured intact with all supplies. It was in this vast amount of plunder that several tons of dried green bean-like items were found. These beans turned out to be coffee, and it was with these beans that Vienna started its and subsequently the Western world's love affair with that awakening beverage.
So while in Brussels today the bureaucrats of the EU nervously sip their de-caf and try to nibble their croissants as they try to find what liberty they could sell out next, it is my most sincere hope that a waiter of Viennese decent pisses in their coffee and wipes his ass with their croissants, because those spineless ass babies are trying to lose a war that Europe has been winning since 1683.
I’m off to get another croissant and big old cup of Dunkin’s finest, because victory makes the best breakfast.
They call me
JimmyD
oil, oil, everywhere but not a drop for you
Tuesday I was looking through a stack of my old National Geographic magazines, when I saw the June 2004 edition whose cover declared “The End of Cheap Oil”. This cheerful little ditty was not all doom and gloom though, the start of the article dealt with the exploration of the US’s largest oil field discovery in thirty years. This field is 58 square miles in size and is located 120 miles ( according NG, anyway) southeast of New Orleans in the Gulf of Mexico. They estimated (in the article) that the wells there would produce in excess of 10,000 barrels (42,000 gallons) of light sweet crude a day; those are the numbers expected out of Saudi Arabia not the US. The name of the field is Thunder Horse, it should be a household name now that the price of oil is rising like Bucky Hunt made silver jump back in the day. I being curious decided to google “Thunder Horse” and this is what I found on Reuters UK.
BP's Thunder Horse starts oil and gas production
Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:41pm
LONDON (Reuters) - BP (BP.L: Quote, Profile, Research) said it started to commission its Thunder Horse platform in the Gulf of Mexico on June 14 and that the platform would be in continuous production by year-end.
"We started producing and exporting oil and gas from one well on June 14," a spokesman for BP said on Tuesday. "We would expect to complete full startup of the field by the end of the year."
The long-delayed field, 150 miles southwest of New Orleans, will produce a maximum of 250,000 barrels per day of oil and 200 million cubic feet per day of natural gas when it reaches peak production.
BP owns 75 percent of Thunder Horse and is the field's operator. Exxon Mobil Corp (XOM.N: Quote, Profile, Research) owns the remaining 25 percent.
Thunder Horse will be the largest single oil producing facility in the U.S. Gulf of Mexico when it hits begins full operations.
(Reporting by Tom Bergin; editing by Rory Channing)
Of course the Brits own most of it, I wonder why it worked out that way, I am going to go out on a limb and say CONGRESS made it work out that way after all we couldn’t have an American company bringing all that oil in out of the Gulf of Mexico. The only place American Oil companies can drill is in Africa or Borneo. It would be far to cost effective to pipe oil directly from the ground to a refinery for domestic consumption.
Anyway, why the hell has not one person mentioned this little tidbit of news in the US? Could it be because Obama says the only way we can become energy efficient is to tilt at windmills or soak up some rays?
Back to the old NG article; did you know that one of the largest oil reserves in the world is in Canada? It seems that 15000 square miles of hoser country is jam packed with tar-sand that contains an estimated 1.6 TRILLION barrels of light sweet crude. All you have to do to get it is to wash the tar out of the sand with water and then heat the tar. The Canadian are planning to build a nuclear reactor out in the great beyond of northeastern Alberta to do just that.
It was said that Nero played his lyre while Rome burned, it can be said that today our government is playing liar while America ceases to burn. The sky is not falling, there is a great assload of oil right here right now.
Let me tell you a bit of family history. In 1952 oil was discovered in the town of Citronelle Alabama. My grandfather had a vacant lot and he allowed two wells to be placed there and they began to produce a modest flow of oil. The oil company said that with luck the wells may produce for twenty years. In 1978 the wells were pumping away but the Carter administration for reasons known only to Mr. Peanut and company, came up with the idea that wells drilled prior to a particular date, produced old oil that was less valuable than oil pumped from a shiny new well. The oil company really wanted my mother, who had inherited the wells to shut them down. My mom rather liked those monthly checks even if they were getting drastically smaller, so she refused. The wells kept on keeping on.
Now these two wells have begun to produce more oil than they ever have before and this is without any modification to the derricks other than simple maintenance. You know for a couple of old dry holes they are doing very well indeed, and yes my mother still enjoys those monthly checks. Oil is still down there and it just keeps on coming out, kinda like the planet is still making it or something.
We know that this can not be since scientists have told us so. the same scientists that said that an Ice age was expected by the year 2000, that DDT was making spring silent and continue to make dire predictions dressed as fact for 50 years in the future because after all we know everything today just like we did yesterday.
They call me… JimmyD
BP's Thunder Horse starts oil and gas production
Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:41pm
LONDON (Reuters) - BP (BP.L: Quote, Profile, Research) said it started to commission its Thunder Horse platform in the Gulf of Mexico on June 14 and that the platform would be in continuous production by year-end.
"We started producing and exporting oil and gas from one well on June 14," a spokesman for BP said on Tuesday. "We would expect to complete full startup of the field by the end of the year."
The long-delayed field, 150 miles southwest of New Orleans, will produce a maximum of 250,000 barrels per day of oil and 200 million cubic feet per day of natural gas when it reaches peak production.
BP owns 75 percent of Thunder Horse and is the field's operator. Exxon Mobil Corp (XOM.N: Quote, Profile, Research) owns the remaining 25 percent.
Thunder Horse will be the largest single oil producing facility in the U.S. Gulf of Mexico when it hits begins full operations.
(Reporting by Tom Bergin; editing by Rory Channing)
Of course the Brits own most of it, I wonder why it worked out that way, I am going to go out on a limb and say CONGRESS made it work out that way after all we couldn’t have an American company bringing all that oil in out of the Gulf of Mexico. The only place American Oil companies can drill is in Africa or Borneo. It would be far to cost effective to pipe oil directly from the ground to a refinery for domestic consumption.
Anyway, why the hell has not one person mentioned this little tidbit of news in the US? Could it be because Obama says the only way we can become energy efficient is to tilt at windmills or soak up some rays?
Back to the old NG article; did you know that one of the largest oil reserves in the world is in Canada? It seems that 15000 square miles of hoser country is jam packed with tar-sand that contains an estimated 1.6 TRILLION barrels of light sweet crude. All you have to do to get it is to wash the tar out of the sand with water and then heat the tar. The Canadian are planning to build a nuclear reactor out in the great beyond of northeastern Alberta to do just that.
It was said that Nero played his lyre while Rome burned, it can be said that today our government is playing liar while America ceases to burn. The sky is not falling, there is a great assload of oil right here right now.
Let me tell you a bit of family history. In 1952 oil was discovered in the town of Citronelle Alabama. My grandfather had a vacant lot and he allowed two wells to be placed there and they began to produce a modest flow of oil. The oil company said that with luck the wells may produce for twenty years. In 1978 the wells were pumping away but the Carter administration for reasons known only to Mr. Peanut and company, came up with the idea that wells drilled prior to a particular date, produced old oil that was less valuable than oil pumped from a shiny new well. The oil company really wanted my mother, who had inherited the wells to shut them down. My mom rather liked those monthly checks even if they were getting drastically smaller, so she refused. The wells kept on keeping on.
Now these two wells have begun to produce more oil than they ever have before and this is without any modification to the derricks other than simple maintenance. You know for a couple of old dry holes they are doing very well indeed, and yes my mother still enjoys those monthly checks. Oil is still down there and it just keeps on coming out, kinda like the planet is still making it or something.
We know that this can not be since scientists have told us so. the same scientists that said that an Ice age was expected by the year 2000, that DDT was making spring silent and continue to make dire predictions dressed as fact for 50 years in the future because after all we know everything today just like we did yesterday.
They call me… JimmyD
Friday, June 13, 2008
JimmyD's effort to solve his high gasoline bills
After much soul searching I have decided that due to the extreme prices that are being charged for fuel, I will have to give up my truck and seek an alternative form of transportation. I have considered all manner of wheeled and variously powered vehicles, and since I live on a very large lot (3 acres) and am a relatively short distance from my work, I going to go 100% natural. I am going to purchase a beast to ride. I considered horses but they require far more land to graze and a tremendous amount of care, so they were out. I then considered mules, tougher than a horse, but still too large an animal to graze on my property, so mules too were out. I thought about various breeds of ponies but they are not strong enough to carry me and are just as demanding as horses when it comes to stabling. I have decided to purchase an ass.
Asses are extremely strong, hardy and require very little care. As you well know, every one appreciates a great ass. When I go to work, I will take my ass there. If my boss wants to, he can ride my ass all day when I am working. When I get home, my wife will be welcome to ride my ass as well. I will have to make sure that too many people don’t try to get on my ass at one time though; I would hate to wear my ass out. I thought I would get a racing ass, but a drag ass can be a bother. Some asses are bred for intelligence, but I never liked a smart ass, the ones that fail in this special breeding program are very reasonably priced but who want to deal with a dumb ass every day, certainly not me. When I get my ass, I will proudly show my ass to everyone I meet. I am sure that many people will like my ass so much and think that my ass is so sweet that they may even kiss my ass. I will feel great about my very small carbon footprint; after all, there will be no smoke up my ass. Asses are very nimble so I am sure I will never get my ass stuck. I would not have to worry about getting car-jacked, who would jack my ass? Even if they tried, I will be sure to train my ass to defend itself, so it would be a kick ass. I would make sure that my ass had I.D. tags so people would definitely know whose ass they were looking at, and I won’t have to worry about losing my ass. I am afraid that I could love to my ass too much, I am sure that it would leave a hole in my life when it died. The only things I am told, you can do when you find your ass has passed away is you light a fire under your dead ass, cook it, and divide it into two pieces. One half you have to send to the IRS; everyone knows that the people at the IRS love to eat ass. The other half you have to keep for special occasions, like when your mother in law comes over and she just has to take a bite out of your old ass, or when your really desperate and you willing to settle for a little piece of dead old ass.
I hope I didn’t bore you.
They call me,
JimmyD
Asses are extremely strong, hardy and require very little care. As you well know, every one appreciates a great ass. When I go to work, I will take my ass there. If my boss wants to, he can ride my ass all day when I am working. When I get home, my wife will be welcome to ride my ass as well. I will have to make sure that too many people don’t try to get on my ass at one time though; I would hate to wear my ass out. I thought I would get a racing ass, but a drag ass can be a bother. Some asses are bred for intelligence, but I never liked a smart ass, the ones that fail in this special breeding program are very reasonably priced but who want to deal with a dumb ass every day, certainly not me. When I get my ass, I will proudly show my ass to everyone I meet. I am sure that many people will like my ass so much and think that my ass is so sweet that they may even kiss my ass. I will feel great about my very small carbon footprint; after all, there will be no smoke up my ass. Asses are very nimble so I am sure I will never get my ass stuck. I would not have to worry about getting car-jacked, who would jack my ass? Even if they tried, I will be sure to train my ass to defend itself, so it would be a kick ass. I would make sure that my ass had I.D. tags so people would definitely know whose ass they were looking at, and I won’t have to worry about losing my ass. I am afraid that I could love to my ass too much, I am sure that it would leave a hole in my life when it died. The only things I am told, you can do when you find your ass has passed away is you light a fire under your dead ass, cook it, and divide it into two pieces. One half you have to send to the IRS; everyone knows that the people at the IRS love to eat ass. The other half you have to keep for special occasions, like when your mother in law comes over and she just has to take a bite out of your old ass, or when your really desperate and you willing to settle for a little piece of dead old ass.
I hope I didn’t bore you.
They call me,
JimmyD
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