It seems I am in the doghouse again. So today’s sermon will not be from the Text but rather from the heart, how’s that?
Harvey Fenstamacher was walking down the street of his small town in Kansas, on his hip, he was sporting a firearm, nestled in a holster, a handsome rig indeed. His neighbor saw him approaching and as they met, they stopped to visit a spell, as is the custom of small town neighbors.
Bill said to Harvey, “You mind if I ask you why you are wearing that handgun, you lost the election for Sheriff this week.”
Harvey smiled then said, “Well, you are right, I did lose that election. I just figured after the count, that a man like me, that had that many friends in a place like this, oughta be wearing a gun.”
Sadly I can relate to that.
Often I feel as if I have this marked propensity to play sheriff of the Internet and it always gives me grief in the end. It could be some deep seated desire in my physic that compels me to go back, again and again, for another taste of it.
The boys over on BCM are talking about high fuel cost, the bottom of the barrel for American Oil, posting their collective theories and possible scenarios for what is transpiring now in our country. OPEC, The Saudi’s, all those lazy do nothing peckerheads in Washington. It is all being debated, chewed up and regurgitated for your consumption.
And because I do know something about fossil fuels, what comes off the top when you run the first batch, slant drilling, frac’ing, pipelines, environmental damages, and oil based unsustainable economies. There is the remote possibility that I would have something worthwhile to add to the mix.
Have to be honest, I would like to join in on the discussion. Man, I want to hit the reply button and jump right on it. Curse of the Internet …Try and set the world on fire, give it everything you have.
Add something constructive to the mix. Illustrate with words, what it is like to be on the drilling platform of a $19 million drilling rig in Okie City. Tell ‘em you know how many coal trains come out of the Powder River Basin everyday, you know how many unit tank car trains BNSF is running to Louisiana out of the Bakken Formation to tankers headed to Chinese refineries, tell ‘em about slant drilling under Florida just outside the Continental limits …
The devastation of the Frazier River Basin, downstream cancer rates, Canadian tar-sands oil, most likely the biggest ecological disaster on the planet. How rich T.Boone Pickens is now and what he is going to be worth when he starts selling you clean water. But that is another subject altogether, isn’t it.
Oh Lord, let me tell them said the Prophet.
But he can’t.
Because like you, he has just tired of getting his teeth kicked in.
A while back this very subject was being batted around on this same board (it is not new and it is not bus related) so like a dumb ass, I jumped in to add my two cents into the mix. While explaining my position by using a metaphor, I got hammered into the ground, by every were-wolf bus board loony in three counties. It is no small wonder that some folks do not respond or comment on the Internet.
I said that “the low hanging fruit has been picked off the limbs” which was my way of saying cheap, easy to find oil, is a thing of the past. It is no sin to wonder about things, it isn’t evil or mean-spirited to try to share what it is that you know in an adult fashion without being ridiculed for it.
Oklahoma is an oil state, we live it, eat it, drink it and drill it. We are smack dab in the middle of the Sticker Patch. A working frac well consumes upwards of 113,000 gallons of fresh water per day, it takes on average 10-13 days to drill one well, financed by a banker back east. 80% of that water comes rushing back up the hole as waste, and is poisoned with over 600 different chemicals that oil drillers will not divulge the contents of.
Because I like to write, because I am curious, I would share it freely. But there is the other thing I really cannot stand … Defending your position or haggling with some moron that cannot assemble a peanut butter sandwich by himself. Now and then I mistakenly think it is my job … to tell someone about what it is that I think I understood about what it was that they said, which is what I do, almost every day.
Unfortunately like I said, “Always brings me grief.”
Slowly I am beginning to understand that it is not my job to police the Internet. Having never run for the office of Sheriff of the Bus Boards. To explain to them that all this is something we all know to be true … It is more, considerably more, than just cheap gasoline and lazy politicians.
My work for this day is now finished.
Now I am going to load up on my scooter, ride down to the corner of my county road, with my white helmet, dark glasses and the wife’s black hair dryer. Gonna point it at all them oil trucks coming down the road and scare the crap out of them.
It’s not important work, and far from normal by any stretch of the imagination, but it makes me smile.