$100 BARREL PARTY! OIL SKYROCKETS, WE PARTY!!!!
It’s no longer a matter of when oil hits $100/barrel, but when (as of this writing, it sits at an all-time record $90). So why not celebrate the occasion?
I propose we have an international day of celebration (likely next week), a GRAND OIL PARTY, when prices hit triple digits. You bring the beer, I’ll bring the rum, my Sonoma County neighbors will bring the wine. It’ll be a damned fine time. We’ll meet at my house, then go back to our respective countries to spread the joy.
Why, you ask, should we be celebrating something that, when combined with the fading U.S. dollar, will usher in a massive global recession? BECAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE TO PAR-TAY!! Okay, that’s not it. Because now we know, absolutely and fo’ sho’, that Peak Oil is upon us. The ties that bind us to petroleum are now to be thrown off once and for all. It will be an ugly transition (Read THIS BOOK to get a solid picture of this), but one that will ultimately bring humanity closer to a sustainable future.
IT’S THE END OF THE (OIL-FUELED) WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL LIKE FINE!
Okay. Seriously. Wait for the ticker to read $100 and then come on over. I’ll have juice and tea for the non-drinkers (I’m usually only good for one drink, if that, so don’t think I’ll be judging you if you don’t imbibe. Andi makes amazing Dark & Stormy’s however . . .)
To recap -
WHAT: GRAND OIL PARTY
WHEN: THE MOMENT NYMEX CRUDE FUTURES REACH $100 (next week?)
WHERE: FIRST MY HOUSE, THEN THE WORLD! (Contact me for location info)
Oh, and BRAD and ANGELINA . . .I know you’re getting the short end of the stick from everyone these days, but you’re both still on my SuperStarsWhoGiveADamn A Team. You’re totally invited. Bring the kids as they’ll love my boy, Justice.
Now go forth and SPREAD THE WORD!!! IT’S THE PARTY OF THE DECADE!!!!
*Republicans: Do forgive the image. I’m absolutely non-partisan, but it fits the theme of the post too well.
(Coming Soon: $100 OIL “WHEN WILL IT HIT” POOL. $10/entry. Winner take all!)


Could this finally be the beginning of the end for fur coats? It would seem that high fashion’s top strategists are shitting bricks over the lack of definitive seasonal changes. Now that a warming planet has melted sharp distinctions between the seasons, couture designers ’round the world are hiring eco-advisors for advice and help (Mr. Bahama? Give me a call.).
What me worry about the environment? Why bother when the ENTIRE WORLD is being rebuilt from scratch.
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