I got an email proposing a nationwide gas boycott for Tuesday May 15th that I complied with. Or should I say, I was fortunate enough to comply with, having a full amount of juice stocked in my tanks already.
Driving my son to school today it occurred to me that I really don't know how to boycott gasoline - it's as vital to me as a shot of heroin is to a junkie.
I simply move too much. I don't cruise the boulevards in boredom or anything - I mean, I am on the go, looking for some place to stay. Some place where everything is within walking distance.
I am unsettled.
So let me tell you who is going to suffer as my limited money goes into the bottomless pit of my Toyota; businesses selling material stuff I might want but just don't need. They will be the little luxuries I cut first. I realize I will be abandoning the domestic war effort by cutting down on the clothes and goods I buy, but so what? The war is over for all I care. ExxonMobile won. The irony is that Big Oil claims we're all on the same side.
As for Tuesday's boycott - that it failed to inflict even an empty gesture towards Our Masters will only be seen as another comforting sign that They can get away with it for as long as they wish.
$3.15 a gallon is still pretty damned cheap when you weigh it with all the buckets of blood that are greasing our way back and forth from the shopping malls.
Oh boy, a sale on Hula Hoops!
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