Well, now, isn't that nice?

I have been reading up on this Burma business, and it would seem that the place is one of those horrible pits that one should give thanks that one does not live in. It would also seem that its military junta is a cowardly bunch of Commie-wannabes, enabled by oil.

So, it must be a quandry for the Left. On the one hand, these guys are their boys: sort of like petty Che Guevaras, but not nearly as handsome. But on the other hand, they have been propped up by American oil.

Ooooh. Quandry! Oooooh! Hand-wringing.

I have to say that it always has struck me as one of those obvious things, but shouldn't Conservatives be in favor of, well, conservation? Waste is waste, whether it is through out-moded engineering or through shovelling gold into the trough of Cadillac-Escalade-driving welfare queens (before any of you indignant, filthy-haired leftists start whining - let me tell you this: on the corner near where we used to live in Oakland, there was a grubby little Section 8 mini-complex. One of the tenants drove a brand new Escalade, was always gabbing on the cell phone, obviously had her nails and hair done professionally on a regular basis, etc. So, yes, I have actually seen a Cadillac-Escalade-driving welfare queen). And moving away from oil seems like an obvious cause for the right: it is not the most efficient form of readily-accessible energy out there, it is a bit dirty (sort of like a hippu on a Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday, or Monday, or...), it bankrolls Mohammedans, Chavez, and these Burmese Commies-light, and it should be used for making more plastic.

Anyway, recess is over. The girl expects her teacher to get back to teaching. Of course, she probably would prefer that I keep ranting, but I am, as we all know, a meanie.