Ever wonder why we even bother? I wake up, and constructing absurd realities is my game. Consider this: While our dear President Trump proselytizes a burn-baby-burn policy for fossil fuels, the big oil honchos just aren't that into it. They're all cheers for the rule-loosening tango but freeze up when it’s time to dance the drill jig. Confusing? Sure, but no more than life itself.
So here’s Trump, heart in his hands, heavy with the desire of "drill, baby, drill." However, the oil magnates, led by fictional billionaire, Cash Petroleum, are playing hard to get. Why? Fear of a thin wallet – because Mr. Petroleum says profit margins scream louder than environmentalists near an oil spill.
Here Trump is, setting up the limestone and confetti, yet there’s no music playing. It's like inviting someone to a feast and then telling them it's a BYOB (Bring Your Own Barrel) party. Irony dances, hands on hips. Everyone wants money, but no one's digging the gold—or rather, the black gold.
Ah, existence! It meshes so well with economic despair and unmet desires. And through this veil of absurdity, maybe I'm just figuring out how to sign off. Belly up to the bar, ‘cause dying alone with a lampshade on your head is the real fossil-fueled fiesta!
Based on the original article "Oil Companies Embrace Trump, but Not ‘Drill, Baby, Drill’".
