Bleak forecasts
The Internet. Where only fear reigns supreme. If it sounds like the tagline from an upcoming movie, it’s because I have big plans for the rest of you. That is, if they don’t turn off the lights and hide my share of the world’s plastics first.
Today, while stumbling through the tall weeds over in the corner of the neighbourhood, I tripped into the bleak forecasts of a website that points our how we are on a downward spiral in our use of non-renewable resources. Nothing new for anyone that has a TV or access to print, but a rude toestub when one is ostensibly searching for information related to the workplace. My fault for not keeping my eye on the horizon.
It turns out that all that optimism fed to me by those in charge may have understated the coming crisis. Oil. For those up here in Canada that figured Alberta was going to save our souls by wringing the last drop of hydrocarbons from a sand dune: wrong. One estimate is that our beloved dirt could furnish as much as four million barrels out of the eighty-four million barrels currently necessary each day – if the production was to hit full stride. As to the energy used to extract oil from sand (no, it’s not roughnecks with rolling pins), let’s not even enter that into the equation, as depression is sad. Mental or monetary.
Once the black gold gets scarce, governments are going to become bellicose. Wait; they already have. Read a good newspaper yet this year? Look around your neighbourhood and count the cars. I’m sure the dog across the street is already shopping, because he’s the only one lacking wheels. In fact, we may be the only “less than one car per person” family left on the street.
I’m not going to recap the site in question. Rather, I’ll let you scare yourself. Peak Oil: Life After The Oil Crash. Don’t kill the messenger.
