Still Screwing Around
Myron was pleased. He said: "Our children and grandchildren will thank them for not condemning them to a future of energy poverty."
He forgot to reverse the statement by adding: "...but unfortunately they are not going to thank us, because we will condemn them to a future of energy poverty, as well as a difficult climate."
Mr. Ebell's employer, Lee Raymond CEO of Exxon, has said: "Gas production has peaked in North America. I think that's a fair statement [to say that production would continue to decline even if two huge arctic gas pipeline projects were built], unless there's some huge find that nobody has any idea where it would be."
So, there you have it, the modus operandi of the government lying machine. Super-unpopular thing X must be done to avert unfortunate event Y, precluded by the fact that X does not avert Y.
While we're at it, let's just review some of the other poppycock spoken by people who have noticed the problem, but can't recognize the solution. Keith McCoy, vice president of NAM, said of any climate change measures: "If you're going to go down this road... then it has to be market-driven and incentive-based.".
In plain words: "We will block this as hard as we can until you bribe us to get out of the way."
Something will give. Everyone is going to sink, including the corporate owning class. There's not enough money in the world to pay them off, and there never will be, because their greed is insatiable. Once we recognize this, it becomes obvious that we must kill these monsters now. Their existence is not in the public interest. If it ever was.
This is a shout out to all those children and grandchildren of Myron Ebell that he occasionally speaks about. If you have logged on in the year 2050, and found out all the lies your ancestor has spoken in your name, then all I can offer you is the chance to dance on his grave. Maybe you are rich. Maybe you inherited the blood money that Myron made as a corporate stooge during the Bush Administration. Or maybe there has been a financial crash in the meantime, and the whole lot turned back into the worthless scraps of green paper that it always was. The internet is our collective memory. It has been around for ten years now. Unlike previous generations of corporate liars who's paperwork is safely rotting in the basements of Washington DC where no one will find it, Myron knows that you can find out all about for his crimes at the click of a mouse, should you wish. That fact is a poor substitute for a conscience, but it is all we have for now.