The End Of The World As We Know It?
I read this site: LifeAfterTheOilCrash.net. Go forth and read.
Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Got it? Pretty fucking sucktacular, ain’t it? For those of you who didn’t read, let me explain. Oil = Running Out. Life = About to get real shitty.
This shouldn’t come as a surprise. Oil is a finite resource. See, I’d read this site once before, and lo, I was depressed. I got over it, and then wandered back over, and am now depressed all over again.
Is it for real? Pfft, I dunno. Looks good. Seems reasonable. Could still be the paranoid ramblings of a nutball lawyer paranoid survivalist. Who knows? I’m not a scientist, and I couldn’t tell you. But if it is true . . .
See, the thing that annoys me is that we’ve been seeing this coming for thirty-some-odd years, at least. And, as far as I can tell, we didn’t plan for it. If we had, life might be drastically different, but it would be livable, and probably comfortable.
Thirty or forty years ago, we could have invested in a completely different infrastructure, built to support a different lifestyle based on conserved energy use. We could have been a whole different country, a whole different people — maybe even a better (vaguely Amish, heh) people. Speaking of the Amish, aren’t they going to be pointing and laughing at us!
I’m envisioning a nation where each person generates their own power sources by various “green” means, and only uses electricity for the absolute necessities. A nation where people don’t watch TV for ten hours a day, or sit all day on the computer. Instead, they work, and come home and spend their spare time tending their gardens and critters, possibly. Large cities wouldn’t exist, or at least not in the fashion we’re used to. Rural areas would all be earth-sheltered type homes with farms and animals. Factory farming would be right out. We wouldn’t be a superpower. In fact, we’d probably be keeping our mouths shut and our heads down. The whole world would be a different place. All the money we’ve spent on death and misery would instead have been invested in our futures in a proactive way.
That is, assuming, that Mr. Paranoid Lawyer Person who wrote the site isn’t a complete nutjob.
I’m hoping for paranoid nutjob myself, because while I’m reasonably sure that I could survive if I had to — born and bred Michigan girl, after all, and can shoot, hunt, skin, clean, grow, build, etc and so forth — I’d rather not. I’d rather sit here on my chubby ass, warm and clean and comfortable, playing Sims2 on my happy little oil-guzzling computer.
At any rate, it’s 4:30 in the morning, and I’ve had a long and busy day, and I’m tired. I’m off to bed, because if I sit up to write and rant more about this right now, A) It’ll be nearly incoherant, and B) I’ll be all depressed when I go to bed. Instead, I’ll save this bitch for another night.
