The tattered, tatted troops of the raggedy environmental movement remind me of the PTSD sailor who stood starchly at paralyzed attention in mid-desert. Stolidy, he remains confident his ship soon will sail.
The tarnished tramps of the stalled environmental movement keep spitting into a headwind, certain that any edition fracking will be outlawed by an equally isolated Democrat politician.
In the 19th century, the tramps’ ancestors staged marches proclaiming that electricity was built on too flimsy of a foundation to endure.
In the 20th century, their witty ancestors predicted horseless carriages were too expensive for to produce for the non-elites, and that gee-haws ultimately would triumph.
Having learned in public school that oil and gas companies are bogeymen for their radical climate religion, today’s social/environmental justice tramps chose fracking to bet on for our century.
Based on such a staggering history of success – or is it a successful history of staggering? – who can doubt the inevitability of fracking being outlawed in every state?
Just as soon as a visitor from the moon unearths – forgive the richly humorous coupling – the first evidence that fracking represents a demonstrable peril.
Hordes of delicately sensitive progressive boys and girls, allergic to the job market, religiously have devoted the cream of their (non)working years to desperately probing for even fake evidence that fracking is a teeny bit harmful. No luck.
The subject arose yesterday when the newspaper business’s answer to Saturday Night Live, The New York Times, cartoonishly spent yet another editorial on the – boo! – fake threat of fracking.
Endlessly wringing its delicately manicured hands, hands, the boys or girls of the Times rolled one eye at a time toward the big Obama in the sky. Straightening their hose while simultaneously slumping to their fashionably polished knees, the left-wing editorial writers cried out in frustration, “Where, oh where, my Master Barry will it all end?”
Groucho used to say “the oily bird catches the worm.” Forget it. Humorless liberals don’t laugh at mirthful lines.
