OIL ADDICTS? WHO? NOT ME OR YOU!

When the president takes a trip no matter where he doesn't care how is much is spent to get him there.

There's the short hop to the airport in a chopper, Or if the Man Without a Plan so requests and likes it best he and his Hangers On Hacks relax in a limo caravan escorting Dubya to the port where his loyal oil staff awaits to clap and cheer while The King struts down the tarmac, waving gaily to the right and left, pointing, smile-sneering, shaking hands and taking bows as he's photographed for this is how his sendoff has been choreographed.

And once he's there, wherever "there" may be, the ceremony's replayed for that's the way deals are made and supporters are repaid for their hero worship of this drip, the captain of a sinking ship of state.

This charade is repeated and each time more gas is depleted from the tanks to transport all sorts of politicos who gab and gas about what, who knows, Probably to hear Bush blab on about oil addiction which he says is an affliction that must be cured if the future of our economy is to remain secure. That's what I'm leading to if you wondered where this piece was going. It's' about knowing what you're talking about when you sort out these theories.

Gas addiction? Tell that to the guy who must drive a truck to make a buck. Or to motorists who make lists of things they have to do before each day is through. Or to soccer moms and pops who have to shop and make a dozen stops so their families can eat and greet their far-flung families. Or farmers who plow and do many chores with tractors and machines fueled by gasoline. Or maybe folks with limited funds would like to have a little fun, take a trip or short vacation, a visit to friends or relations;

And is it a crime in winter time to turn up the heat. especially when you are old, to ward off the bitter cold?

Are they addicted or convicted by the power gougers to pay those monster profits? Oh, come off it, Dubya and your oil cartel. What the hell are you talking about?