Archive for September 30th, 2008

Drill Here, Drill Now; How About "Drill Your Head"?


It’ll make as much difference to the price of gasoline. Really, how hard is this to comprehend?

So I’m driving behind this big ‘ol SUV, Lincoln Navigator or something, with a bumper sticker containing the brilliant slogan “Drill Here, Drill Now, Pay Less“. After resisting the urge pull along side and point out not only the idiocy of the sticker but the hypocrisy of putting it on such a behemoth gas-guzzler, I decided to get some facts instead.

Jonathan Dorn of the Earth Policy Institute has put it quite succinctly in this bulletin. Some highlights (emphasis mine):

  • The U.S. Geological Survey estimates that 10.4 billion barrels of oil are technically recoverable in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR)—less than one and a half years of consumption. (5)
  • DOE projects that lifting the OCS moratorium would not increase production before 2017 and that by 2030 production would only amount to 0.2 million barrels per day—less than 1 percent of current consumption. (7)
  • DOE projects that opening ANWR would lower gasoline prices at the pump by a mere 2 cents per gallon. (10)
  • Lifting the moratoria on drilling in ANWR and the OCS would reduce the price of a gallon of gasoline by at most 6 cents—and this would not be seen for at least another decade. (11)
  • Oil is traded as a global commodity and its price is set on the world market. The Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC) could simply reduce exports to negate even the nominal potential price reduction, a fact acknowledged by DOE. (12)

This isn’t rocket science, people. If politicians are suggesting that opening ANWR and the OCS will reduce gas prices, call it like it is: call them liars. It’s not a matter of spin or interpretation, they’re flat-out lying. Then again, they’re politicians. Isn’t that what we pay them for?

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The Bush (and Republican) Legacy

Ozymandius
by: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Adaptation by: The CyberLizard
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
My name is Ozymandius George W. Bush, King of Kings,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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