So President Obama came to Miami last week.
At “The U” he shocked the world by proclaiming the end of humanity’s energy problems: Algae:
“We’re making new investments in the development of gasoline and diesel and jet fuel that’s actually made from a plant-like substance — algae,”… “You’ve got a bunch of algae out here, right? If we can figure out how to make energy out of that, we’ll be doing all right.”
(Wow! I’m floating on a gold mine, with my pool. I’m the Jed Clampett of Davie…green gold, Florida tea…)
To me, at least, his choice of a venue for this historic pronouncement was ironic.
You see, less than 200 miles south of Coral Gables, there rules a man who holds the record for lame brain, all or nothing problem solving schemes.
And a few miles east, in Miami Beach, there’s the Jackie Gleason theater. Mr. Gleason’s Ralph Kramdem also had a penchant for lame brain schemes that never quite panned out.
I like to think of [f]idel as the Ralph Krandem of dictators since all his proclamations and pronouncements of how his ideas were going to solve Cuba’s problems always failed. Miserably.
Like [c]astro, Mr. Obama’s solutions are always in the future and require sacrifice, perseverance and blind faith in his ideas we can get to a better place. The key is sacrifice. Sacrifice now for Utopia later. A page right of the [c]astro playbook.
Like [c]astro, this grandiose plan of solving our energy problem depends on a big if, but to community organizers and revolutionaries what matters is to organize the masses and move them into new revolutionary realms, not practicalities or market forces. To the President, as with his role model, [f]idel, human nature, market forces, science and reality are things to be overcome and mandated.
Like [f]idel, his idea comes already wrapped in a preemptive mocking of those who would criticize the scheme:
he insisted that drilling for more oil on U.S. territory is “not a strategy to solve our energy challenge.”
No, producing more of the stuff my car runs on, makes no sense. Let’s listen to a salesman selling us slime in the sky so that IF and when we can turn slime into oil 20 years from now when my car runs on hydrogen, gas will be $1.20.
Such irony that Mr. Obama decided to come peddle his slime for oil alchemy to a place where many have already seen this slimy movie.
Even the master slime salesmen in Havana realize that drilling for oil is presently the only way to get oil and they’re “drill baby drilling” 45 miles away. Even the masters of denying reality realize that the only way to meet a demand is to supply it.