light, sweet, sweet crude

Ten years, what a surprise
We’ve got ten years, my brain hurts a lot
Ten years, that’s all we’ve got

51-49! 51-49! 51-49!

So long, caribou! So long, polar bears! And so long, SUVs! So long, flying! So long, toaster ovens and air conditioning!

“My father rode a camel. I drive a car. My son flies a jet-plane. His son will ride a camel.” — Old Saudi saying.

Many thanks to David Bowie, who won’t be so many years wrong.

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