In the Cambridge something-something dictionary the title means my true thoughts, and this essay is supposed to be just that, which is not easy since I have a one-track mind and a double standard.
I learned my weaknesses quite well as my life passed by.
Let’s get down to business now.
West Texas Intermediate, the oil grade most associated with American production, plunged down to -$40 April 20. For a while yesterday, sellers had to pay people forty bucks to take a barrel of crude.
As of this morning, there are still at least 24 supertankers carrying at least 50 million barrels of Saudi crude en route to the U.S. Gulf Coast. Most will arrive in May, seeking to fill up as much of what remains of U.S. storage as possible.
But the big show will happen when the world runs out of storage capacity.
Most folks in the know are now musing that what storage remains, will be filled up completely sometime in May or early-June.
All this flies in the face of the theory that fossil fuels are finite, that they somehow are a product of dinosaurs dying and forests and threes from before.
Like dinosaurs went to one place in the desert to die? Why there? And why we’re getting so much from the oil from under the bottom of the oceans? How did the fossil get there?
Whenever the West catches a cold, Africa catches pneumonia. The Middle East is in the process of being destroyed and Asia remains a pit of slave labor, crowded living conditions, and inadequate infrastructure.
This is not right, something is wrong. The problem is that the media have psychologically terrorized people and broken one of the critical ties in civilization, where everybody comes together and we all benefit from the synergy. All this is gone now because of a virus that has maybe 10% mortality rate of a regular flu.
And we have an economy that is 70% service oriented, so interaction is critical, not silly social distancing for no reason at all.
I age gracefully but I am still surprised with what is happening, the Covid-19 hoax, the climate change hoax and so on, and how seriously some people take it.
What disappoints me is folks wearing facemasks and bypassing me in a wide circle on the grass as I limp on the sidewalk.
There is no pandemic people, it’s just nonsense from TV, nothing dangerous out there.
This is how God protects his children, he allows them to think. Be one of them.
For the moment, we don’t have an economy. Nor does much of the rest of the world and nobody has the slightest idea how to bring it back.
Believe me, that’s a problem.
Gas is cheap, I was out on my motorcycle today, it was about 2 degrees and snowing from time to time. It cost me $15 to fill up the tank.
In my life I made a long journey from an altar boy in a small village in Eastern Europe to the “one percenter” crowd, you know, the ones that don’t fit and don’t care.
Reading lots of good books likely kept me safe.
Writing one even more.
You’re hearing now from someone who’s seen it all.
Tom Kubiak is the author of The Traveler