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oil is our god. we cannot live without petroleum products. gasoline, vaseline, 3 in 1, pennzoil, light sweet crude, we breath it into our lungs with every breath, and latex particulates from the millions of car tires rolling over asphalt. oil decides our foreign policies, we go to wars for oil. we invade nations and take it now. we obsess about how much per gallon, per barrel, per million barrels. we worship it, and ship it all over the planet. it covers the globe, infiltrating the atmosphere. it heats up the earth and eats away at us from inside and out. it sucks us into trouble, like a tarpit, we must dig it up from the earth. we must amass it, and reserve it, and control it's distribution. we must sacrifice our children to it, like moloch in the old testament, the fiery, insatiable moloch, black as death, demanding more. oil be praised. oil is worth more than blood. oil moves america. oil rules the world. oil chokes us and mocks us and keeps us at each other's throats. oil turns our elected officials into whores and mass murderers. thick, poisonous, seeping, creeping up out of the distant past, like a jurassic nightmare ghost. oil, spilled onto beaches and birds, oil, like a blob in a cheap sci fi movie. all consuming, acidic, penetrating into our souls and blackening our hearts. oil to lubricate and soothe our conflicted morality, to cover the horror with a protective coating. black oil, to hide what america is supposed to be about. we are sinking into a quagmire of sticky, stinking oil. in oil we trust. one nation, under oil. thou shalt have no other gods before me.
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