Yes, I'm back. Ah, the frailties of the human condition. Took a bit longer to mend than the docs said it would. But then, I was born a contrarian, after all. And what happens while I'm having all my organs replaced with high-density plastics? All hell breaks loose, that's what happens!
Oil (which, by the way, makes up the bulk of my current organ supply, so I'm a bit concerned about this, as you might imagine) is spewing, yep, spewing into the ocean at a rate that is almost guaranteed to bring back the dinosaurs (whose blood it is, after all.) And do Amuricans bat an eye? Do they take any noticeable steps to, dare I say it, reduce their consumption of said oil? No, they do not. Why not? You remember that joke about why the dog licks it's own crotch? 'Bout sums it up, dontcha think?
I mean, its not like its the end of the world (unless you are an ocean critter, of course,)so lets go full tilt, baby! Gas up that guzzler twice today, and keep the economy going. Funny thing about that, the economy being dependent on rampant consumerism and all? You really only have two choices, if you crunch it all down: you either go full speed till its all gone, in which case you get your general total-system collapse as a kind of instant, non-stop party, with all the associated downsides, or (and this is merely for argument's sake, really - we would never actually make this choice,)we show some foresight, and start working on alternative systems full-tilt, so the collapse is a bit slower, and far more manageable, and maybe even (more pie-in-the-sky stuff here, folks) reasonably recoverable, with a far lower loss of life, habitat, and self-esteem.
Like I said, highly unlikely. So, full-system collapse, end-of-the-world situation. As long as that dino-blood keeps coming until the last day. Right?
I'm really gonna miss them mudbugs, ya know?