Title: The radical Left is waging war on 'cheap and abundant energy': Environmental expert Source:
Fox News URL Source:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w52izBUj7s8 Published:Apr 1, 2022 Author:Jesse Watters Post Date:2022-04-01 02:39:40 by Esso Keywords:None Views:250 Comments:2
Poster Comment:
Why is anybody worried about Europe or Asia? American oil/gas for America. I understand a little bit about energy (look at my screen name). Most of the oil in the SPR is heavy sour, which is ok for bunker oil for ships and asphalt, but the light sweet that's best for gasoline/diesel is what the Bidet is pissing away.
The Green New Dark Agers/Great Reset gang are trying to destroy us.
The evil Trump wanted to refill the SPR when oil was $24, but Nancy Peeloosley/Chuck Schumer killed that in 2020, I think it was. This isn't incompetence, it's a Klaus Schwab playbook. This "Green" horseshit is just that. I used my house as a testbed for "green energy" for 10+ years. The only good thing that ever came of it was a bulletproof breadmaker that the manufacturer scrapped because people are too lazy and stupid to use one more than three times.
Y'all can come visit anytime. I'll show you solar panels, electric vehicles, heatpumps, grid-tie inverters, rainwater systems, geothermal, super-insulation, passive solar, name it. It's not practical unless you're a hard-core survivalist.
I make a mean-ass loaf of bread though. I can even slice it like the store- bought stuff, which was one of the problems with DIY bread. The prototypes are for sale. You could own a piece of history.
I was going to post the photo of Klaus Schwab of the WEF in his codpiece, garters, stockings and various BDSM straps and misc. paraphernalia again as a reminder, but it seems our tech overlords have scrubbed that image.
I suppose I'll be getting another visit from Bidet's feds soon. Oh well, that's why I keep a criminal legal-beagle on retainer. I keep his card in my wallet and his number on speed-dial.
I wish I could write those expenses off on my taxes. I'd be in the tall cotton.
This is what PacMan's weekend is going to look like, but instead of a Hawg, it's going to be a duplex debacle that's two years behind schedule and several hundred thousand over budget. I got the call from Rainman this morning. I want to be done with that disaster, but it's like trying to not watch a wreck at a NASCAR race. I'm putting in time as a favor to a friend. We really got into it last Saturday, I'm surprised the police weren't involved. Rainman is a 350# truck driver. I hate to see a big man like that cry. He'll hit me up for money again, and I'll tell him to sell me his '01 'Vette with 6,000 miles on it. The only time he drives it is to the touchless car wash to get the dust off. He needs money, I need a grocery getter. I'm not going to finance a guy that has 10 cars, three Harleys, a semi and trailer, five houses and expensive habits. I just want a little two-door hatchback, but the fucking Honda dealer in Denver sold the 2015 Scion IQ out from under me after I'd wired them the money at the beginning of Covi. It was low mile, no damage history, one owner. A rare bird. And my Toyota dealer had a set of new, factory alloy wheels they were wanting to give away. That really pissed me off.