Monday, September 22, 2008


We all queue up to buy our gas.
It’s not the first time.
It won’t be the last.

The price, it makes our wallets shrink,
But when there’s none
really make a stink.

Shades of 1979! The Mistress of Sarcasm had to wait in a gas line to get fueled up for her drive back to Nashville. Thanks, Ike!

Thanks also go to the mainstream media, especially the breathless teevee reporters who whipped everyone into a panic with their talk of impending gasoline shortages. Look, anyone with a brain knows that a big hurricane in the Gulf will cause supply disruptions and temporary price surges. But when you beat that drum all day long, eventually people will decide to run out and top off their tanks...which, of course, exacerbates the shortage.


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