Monday, October 10, 2005
A poem in one sentence: Oh global warming! How I wait for thee!
Yes, the solution to the imminent global-warming crisis and the global rise of sea levels and the fucking vanishing of Venice and the melting of the polar ice caps is of course to drill for more oil in the arctic, sell it for lots of money so that the 25 million Americans who own SUVs — only 5% of whom use theirs to off-road — can continue to live in ignorant bliss and soccer moms can continue to empower themselves with a false sense of power by harnessing their $30,000 strap-ons, hasten the rise of the global climate and the pollution of our precious air, and basically just drill-fuck the Earth from the Arctic all the way through the mantle to the core and back through the mantle again, finally penetrating Antarctica until all of humanity experiences a collective orgasm and we've sucked Earth dry of all her fossil fuels so we can finally go back to exploiting animals for transportation.
