Sunday, January 21, 2007

It's not really about oil, but equality and sustainability

Sean introduces the concept of "correct crude" over at SDA:

It has become rather fashionable these days to question what exactly it is that you get when you plunk your money down for a service or product. Are you uncomfortable with the notion of drinking coffee that has been picked by child labour working under dangerous conditions? Well then, you can pony up a bit of extra cash and enjoy a delicious cup of fair trade coffee, fair trade products having been certified to have been produced in a most politically correct manner. Worried about investing in a company that exploits the marginalized citizens of some third world nation? If so, ethical investing has been created with your peace of mind, in, um, mind. Your returns from ethical investing may not be as great, but hey, you're doing the right thing.

But what about when you fill up your vehicle with fuel?

When you fill a vehicle with fuel produced in Canada, you're paying for health care, national infrastructure, a bit of looney social engineering, and the occasional award for freaks who like to splatter their bodily fluids all over public places. Now contrast this to oil products from Arab nations. When you buy Saudi oil, you're helping the rulers of Saudi Arabia finance the export of a death cult that likes to put homosexuals to death, brutalize women, and turn young men into walking bombs who kill innocent civilians in night clubs and cafes. You're literally putting a jihad in your tank each time you buy Saudi oil.
The envirocommies will counter that the frequent use of private cars is contributing to climate change so we really shouldn't be filling up our tanks in the first place. The earth gods are angry at mankind; compared to the animals, with the exception of those methane producing domesticated cows, the ecological footprints of humans are far heavier. As animals are inhabitants of the very same earth that could any year now succumb to carbon poisoning, it is now more than ever before imperative that the collective mass adopt the visions of the young Stephane Dion, thus taking an interest in the society of animals before considering the society of man.
“My first interest was for the society of animals, not of man,” he recalls. “We had a neighbour named Gaston Moisan, a biologist who was a deputy minister of natural resources. He set traps for the rabbits, to band them, and used to take me with him. He was 5-foot-7, but he was a giant for me.”

A charming childhood anecdote — except, according to Mr. Moisan, it never happened. “I don't know how he could have imagined that,” the retired bureaucrat and university professor says. “I had nothing to do with Stéphane. And I never sensed any interest on his part for my work.”

Could he have dreamed it? “Stéphane had a lot of imagination as a child,” chuckles his older brother Patrice, 53 — he's the one who went on to become a microbiologist and now teaches plant science at Laval. “He was always creating his own fantasies. And he had a fascination with animals, especially with wolves and foxes.”

The envirocommies understand the earth gods must be placated and they know just what is to be done because they listened to Al Gore. Accompanied by nightmarish visions of melting ice caps, dying rainforests, and David Suzuki, the common man is strongly encoraged to walk, cycle or take the bus. The great dignitaries among us will, whenever possible, do their part and renounce private and chartered flights in favour of scheduled flights.

C/P: Dust my Broom