Peak Oil, Schmeak Oil
It's easy to find articles written by learned, intelligent people advising that the world is running out of oil (This search found 149 articles.). PDQ. Well, rest easy, friends and neighbors. I'm here to tell you that this is simply absurd. There's no need for all the gloom and doom.
The world will never run out of oil. I promise. Mother Earth is a creative gal. It may take her a little time (maybe a billion years or so), but even if we find all the places she's hidden it this time, someday there will once again be all kinds of oil available for plunder. Probably some of it will be as easy to find and as easy to exploit as the finest fields in Saudi Arabia.
The quest for oil is really like a global easter egg hunt, isn't it? Mother Earth has hidden those eggs in all kinds of places. And some people just love to track 'em down and open 'em up. I'm sure glad those people are out there. Sometimes they find a shiny penny. Sometimes they are disappointed. Sometimes they find a yacht. But I digress.
It would be interesting to know how many dozens or hundreds of millenia will occur between the last hydrocarbon-powered piston's firing for our generation (geologically speaking) and the next whoever (or whatever) lives here when that next round of exploitation gets under way. Not even Google has the answer to that question.
Anyway, for the time being, I remain ...
The Poster
posted by garrett @ 7:58 PM
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Where are all the white women at?
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Party Boy, one dollar.
I just want to thank God for everything I have and everything I am. God made me so great and I owe all of my great praise to Him. Thank you Lord, Oh Lord, Oh my Lord shannana nanistika. Hibbabbi eindlicho dela dey. Oh yes Lord, you are Great because you made me Great!
That's beautiful, thank you.
But God didn't make you a good speller, did he? Also, the syllogism in your last sentence is wildly ridiculous.
I spell the way God tells me to spell. We'll see who's laughing while I'm misspelling words in heaven though! And it's not really a syllogism. A syllogism would be more along the lines of "people named Garrett are fat. Your name is Garrett, therefore, you are fat." And please, I'm a christian, I accept what I'm told rather than learn. So can you please express yourself more monosyllabically? It makes it easier on me. Thanks!
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Ken - I don't think that's how it works. Jesus loves the little children. Remember that song? I assume you were being facetious.
Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
It tells you that God doesn't like you, never wanted you, in all probablity He hates you. This is not the worse thing that could happen. We don't need Him. F*ck damnation, f*ck redemption. We are God's unwanted children. SO BE IT!
Waffle cones rule.
What are you people talking about? This was a post about geology, not theology. My goodness.
Also, Phineas Fogg at the top, I'd think you would appreciate with your cleverness that no corpse would still be rotting 1 billion years after its death. If it was still around it would be a fossil by then. Duh.
You're an equation wrapped in a calculation.
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