Our global digital spiderweb is momentarily on hyperactive overdrive, chronicling the demise and dying dinosaur thrashing thievery of Anglo capitalism. Sharing the billing is the public pharce masquerading as the US elections, where the ideals of the Founding Fathers wallow trampled beneath the steamroller of media inanity and megabucks.  The airwaves and cables are filled with the latest event, as many begin to forget what happened but a few hours previous.  We're watching the 200 year Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire in the time span of reality TV, 500 channels of analysis, or rather spin, included.

Thankfully for the powers that be, economic meltdown allows us to forget the daily trickle of global warming catastrophe looming even larger in the background.  But there's something even more lost, missing in the miasma that's become the media and blog discussions of the meltdown and its attendant thievery by the ruling class.

Human beings.

This is going to hurt, folks.  Let's remember that.  I've got something to say that doesn't need any graphs.

The Crazy Horse was writing a screenplay about the shipyards in San Francisco, so he took a job there.  Among other things, he had to work refitting an oil tanker.  What occurs below the fold comes straight from the unpublished real-time novel on which he was experimenting at the time.  He didn't know what blogs were, though the novel might have made a fine blog of those delirious dot.com days.  At least he knew something about windpower, and this evidence of what windpower was trying to replace.

Here's the part about seeing the reality about oil: beyond intellect, beyond politics, beyond power and insanity.  This is how it gets to your tank.