In 1979, because of the Carter Oil Crisis
, I asked a question.
What would you rather do with a finite resource like oil.
Remake the entire world into a garden paradise, so when the oil runs out, everything is better.
Or burn up all the oil as fast as you can. I mean, up ahead the road runs out, and Carter is recomending that we drop to 55 mph. Why is everyone
screaming step on the gas!
Everyone thought I was cute, and that was enough for them.
I refused to get a car.
I rode a bike everywhere.
I watched as all the bikes got pushed off the roads.
I refused to commute, and started walking everywhere.
I always moved close to where I worked.
I watched as the jobs got pushed into the worst neighborhoods, and the grocery pushed further and further out of town.
At last it became impossible to survive in America without motorized transportation.
Finally in January of 2001 my sister bought me a car.
My brother told me "Well. You held out longer than anyone I know."
If I walk 12 miles to visit someone they are shocked to find out that I walked and want to know what is wrong.
If the members of the new generation find out that I'm a techie who helped build the cellular infrastructure climing one tower at a time, but I don't
have a cell phone they think I'm crazy.
If I talk about the Michellin Tire companies' conspiracy to eradicate trolly's from the cities, people treat me like a pariah.
If I formulate a theory about why all this is happening; the same kind of TV shows that ridiculed Carter, now ridicule me.
I became a landscaper and tried to spread gardens.
America paved the whole country over so when the oil runs out
we won't even be able to farm. We'll have to break up the parking lots with hammers first.
Let me ask you newest generation of Americans.
What exactly is my crime; that I'm now to recieve the blame for this mess as well.
p.s. great opening post!
edit on 9-5-2011 by davidgrouchy because: (no reason given)