Thursday, March 06, 2008

What's That Giant Sucking Sound?

Dr. M.(arion) King Hubbert predicted (in 1956) that oil production in the United States would peak and decline thereafter by 1970 and that global oil production would peak "about a half-century" later and decline thereafter. It is now 2008 and what little I know about the impact of supply and demand on prices tells me that demand for oil is more powerful than supply. Therefore, the price of a gallon of gasoline in the United States is going toward $4/gallon and rising. The giant sucking sound is produced by pumpjacks that aren't pumping anything out of the ground except air. The recent film about the origins of the oil business in this country was entitled, "There Will Be Blood." We are trading blood for oil in Iraq at this very moment. The invasion of Iraq wasn't about terrorism, it was about oil (and the giant sucking sound). If this is a (fair & balanced) prophecy of doom in our time, so be it.

[x NY Fishwrap]
Oil’s End
By Timothy Egan

From the steps of the Supreme Court to the White House press room, from global trading exchanges to the snowy reaches of Alaska — over the last week, you could hear the creak of history as it began to pivot in a half-dozen locales.

The Age of Oil is at an end. Maybe not this year. Maybe not for five years. But signs of the coming collapse are evident.

Start at the White House. There, a week ago, President Bush touted tax breaks for oil companies that have just posted the largest profits in the history of American business. Yet he was dumbstruck when asked about the prospect of $4-a-gallon gasoline, a price that will force many families to choose between food and basic travel.

“Wait — what did you just say?”, the president asked after a reporter solicited his advice for Americans facing that price, which was predicted by many analysts.

“Oh, yeah?” Bush said. “That’s interesting. I hadn’t heard that.”

He doesn’t get out much, understandably. But had the president been in California over the weekend, he would have found consumers paying what he apparently has yet to fathom — more than $4 a gallon at some stations.

And then on Wednesday of this week, oil reached its all-time, inflation-adjusted high on the global market: $104 a barrel. Remember that number. Because when oil was half that price, three years ago, Bush said the market alone was sufficient incentive for Big Oil to make added investments. But now that the price is over the $100 mark, Bush wants to continue giving breaks to oil companies rather than shift those incentives to alternative fuels, as many in Congress would do.

For Exxon Mobil, there was $40.6 billion in incentive. That was their profit last year — earning $77,220 a minute. Fine. Greed is good. All hail the free-market and shareholders who are seeing a nice return on their oil stocks. But asking the American taxpayer to indirectly subsidize this is grand folly at a time when the world’s oil reserves will soon be in decline.

Bush implied that the oil industry would not build new refineries without tax breaks. Wait a minute — they haven’t built a refinery for 32 years. What they have done is take refineries out of commission. Scarcity is also good, as Enron showed when they ginned up the phony California energy crisis seven years ago.

It’s hardly surprising that Bush had a bar-scan moment similar to his father’s befuddlement over something any first-grader could explain at a supermarket counter. But a man who is clueless about the price of a commodity so elemental to everyday life should not be giving advice on the value of that commodity. And it says something about the industry’s smarts if Bush, whom many Americans already see in the past tense, is the best advocate they’ve got. The world oil cartel snubbed him again this week on his pleas for more production. But no amount of Saudi hand-holding and pathetic groveling is going to change anything so long as we remain the top customer for their product.

Next scene: the Supreme Court. In the pre-dawn cold last Wednesday a group of fishermen, merchants and natives from the Alaska village of Cordova waited to get a seat for the day’s proceedings. There, the high court was hearing Exxon’s appeal of $2.5 billion in punitive damages the company was ordered to pay for the nation’s worst oil spill.

The spill, 11 million gallons of crude oil washing up on more than 1,200 miles of shoreline, happened 19 years ago this month. I was there, in the panicked port of Valdez, and saw something I never expected to see: fishermen who have faced 30-foot waves in the Gulf of Alaska crying their eyes out at paradise lost. Lives were ruined. Businesses went under. The natural world was changed in ways still unknown.

When Exxon soiled Prince William Sound, they promised to make the fishermen and others whole. To date, they have paid $400 million compensatory damages, but have used an army of lawyers to avoid paying the bigger civil verdict, which a jury awarded 14 years ago.

The amount at stake — $2.5 billion — would work out to $75,000 a piece for each of the 32,000 victims, or less than three weeks of Exxon profit.

“This has been justice delayed,” said Sarah Palin, the reformist Republican governor of Alaska. “We pray that this is not justice denied.”

Final scene: Anchorage. The largest corruption probe in state history just snared another bigwig — Jim Clark, the chief of staff for ousted Gov.Frank Murkowski. Clark, often called the most powerful unelected man in Alaska, agreed to plead guilty to felony conspiracy charges involving an oil service company that bribed Alaska’s leading politicians. You can bet he knows plenty about Murkowski.

To date, a Federal Bureau of Investigation team has brought down the speaker of the House, among other state politicians, and appears to be closing in on Alaska’s senator-for-life, 84-year-old Ted Stevens. The congressman-for-life, Don Young, is also a target, according to press reports. Both men have said they have done nothing illegal, and are running for re-election this year.

The common thread in all of this is oil. The Age of Oil brought us John D. Rockefeller’s monopoly, and corruption that reached into the White House. It may end with an industry too bloated by profit and too arrogant to pay the costs of its mistakes — and a president who is deaf to the sound an energy empire makes before it crumbles.

[Timothy Egan worked for 18 years as a writer for The New York Times, first as the Pacific Northwest correspondent, then as a national enterprise reporter. In 2006, Mr. Egan won the National Book Award for his history of people who lived through the Dust Bowl, The Worst Hard Time. In 2001, he won the Pulitzer Prize as part of a team of reporters who wrote the series "How Race Is Lived in America." Mr. Egan is the author of five books, including "The Good Rain: Across Time and Terrain in the Pacific Northwest, and Lasso the Wind, Away to the New West. He lives in Seattle.]

Copyright © 2008 The New York Times Company


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White Guys! Choose Your Poison: Racism Or Misogyny?

In today's NY Fishwrap, Gail Collins posits the dilemma of the lesser of two evils for white Democrat guys in 2008: racism or misogyny. I dunno, The Hillster just doesn't gave me the same feeling as Golda Meir. I watched "Munich" and Golda served tea and cookies while she and her Cabinet plotted cold-blooded revenge on the Black September masterminds. The Hillster is cold-blooded, but she already said that she doen't do cookies. So much for Betty Crocker in the Oval Office. If this is (fair & balanced) domestic nostalgia, so be it.

[x NY Fishwrap]
Hillary’s Edge
By Gail Collins

AUSTIN, TX

It’s all up to Pennsylvania!

Yes folks, over the next seven weeks — the amount of time it takes a normal country to conduct an entire national election — we will be obsessing about the critical upcoming Pennsylvania primary. Harrisburg! Altoona! The Poconos! Did you know that in the Poconos, some hotels have bathtubs shaped like hearts or Champagne glasses? We actually plan on bringing that up a lot.

Of all the things that went right for Hillary Clinton on Tuesday, the Ohio primary win was most impressive. Although Ohioans politely tiptoed out of Hillary’s more boring round-table discussions, they came to believe she could be a president who would fix things, no matter how complicated or frustrating. The mere fact that she had the staying power to keep her eyes open, they felt, was a good sign.

In response, the Obama campaign has reportedly decided to do far fewer exciting rallies and lots more mind-numbing round-table discussions in Pennsylvania. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say we are all really looking forward to that.

Ohio was great. I don’t know how anybody could not love a primary where the big scandal involves gossip about Nafta among Canadian diplomats.

And where, in a critical strategic move, Bill Clinton seemed to have been permanently reassigned to a lecture circuit in Chillicothe.

The Texas primary results were much closer. The white male vote, which keeps shifting, was split. I’m beginning to suspect that the white males have realized that they’re either going to be accused of racism or sexism and have therefore made a secret pact to take turns.

Once the primary voting ended, there were caucuses to choose a third of the Texas delegates. Given the way the counting is going, we should have the results sometime in 2009. But the Clinton campaign instantly issued complaints about rule-breaking. (“Numerous calls have shown that Obama supporters prematurely removed convention packets from polling places ...”).

That was truly unfair. People who never knew these caucuses existed before this week did the best they could under ridiculous circumstances, including an innovative rule that no one is in charge when the event begins.

“The secretary is the first precinct captain who manages to take a leadership role. It’s a little ambiguous to be totally honest,” said Alexander Baugh, a graduate student and an Obama captain at Mathews Elementary School in Austin.

Inside, hundreds and hundreds of voters were trying to squeeze into the caucus, which was held in a child-size cafeteria. There was a great deal of time to contemplate a poster listing CAFETERIA EXPECTATIONS, which were so wise I feel compelled to share a couple with you:

• Eat your own food.

• Keep hands, feet and objects to yourself.

The Mathews Elementary voters got a temporary leader, May Schmidt, who actually seemed to understand the rules. This is the only thing that spared them from the fate of the voters at a library outside of Houston, where it took two and a half hours for the would-be leaders to figure out how to open the door and let people inside.

Schmidt had made way more copies of the critical forms than she had been allotted, avoiding the fate of many, many caucuses that ran out. And she dispatched her daughter to negotiate with the janitorial staff.

“They’re opening up the gym. They don’t like it, but they’re opening,” she said. “Now if you’re Obama, hold up your hands.”

The vast majority of the room started waving, and making a hoot of victory that sounded very much like the one the Spartans used in “300.”

The Hillary people, looking a little deflated, trudged off to the gym, where they stood in line to register. Meanwhile, they got a special chair for an 87-year-old woman who had made her way to the school to caucus for Clinton, carrying her cane and a big flashlight. “I’m just about blind, so they have to help me. They’ve been real good about it,” she said cheerfully.

Am I wrong in thinking this is above and beyond the call of duty? Cheers to Obama, who is caucus king thanks to the way he has mobilized his ultra-enthusiastic supporters. But if I were a superdelegate forced to choose between two attractive candidates, I’d look for the one who won the big primaries where people were actually encouraged to vote.

For now, it’s all up to Pennsylvania in April, until it’s all up to Indiana and North Carolina in May. (This Saturday is the Wyoming caucus, but it’s not all up to Wyoming.) Finally on June 7, it will all be up to Puerto Rico, until it’s over and we discover that we’re right back where we are now.

Then comes the kind of convention political reporters have dreamed about since we were little nerds in the third grade writing essays on the electoral college. It will be August with nothing on television but “Big Brother XXXIII,” and you will have to listen to us.

Life is wonderful. Eat your own food.

[Gail Collins joined the New York Times in 1995 as a member of the editorial board and later as an op-ed columnist. In 2001 she became the first woman ever appointed editor of The Times editorial page. At the beginning of 2007, she stepped down and began a leave in order to finish a sequel to her book, America's Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates and Heroines. She returned to The Times as a columnist in July 2007.]

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