The Pied Piper of Ethanol
Critics of peak oil often sidestep dealing with issues of geology and production, and dive straight in with attacks on the resulting scenarios, as if that might falsify the science and the observations of a century.
A favored rubric used in the critique of “gloomy” scenarios is to pseudo-falsify them by associating them with religion. In other words, should one claim people around the world are going to starve, and worse that overfed Americans might hit their ideal weight, one will be tarred with the brush of the Christian Apocalypse. In this way, many rationalists are lumped in with those who take the book of Revelation literally.
Thus categorized, they are humiliated and forgettable -- in the minds of critics.
This is instructive, because it allows the stray cornucopian thinker who might be reading this blog an insight into how I conceive of Vinod Khosla in my pitifully illogical and bad chemical soaked brain.
I think Vinod Kosla sincerely appeals to as broad an audience as possibly on basically religious grounds, with a shamanistic frosting of reason and science around his gooey, globalist new- age vision.
He shepards a flock of boomers who need the salve and balm of forgiveness for consuming the world - - but not actual change. Oh no.
Charlie Rose interview of Vinod Khosla and Richard Branson [video]
I'm not a big believer in asking people to change their behavior
This problem, if it is going to be solved, (...) is going to be solved by lots of money from Wall Street
It is very visible to me that within 25 years we can replace all the gasoline in (the U.S.) with ethanol.
While I have perhaps unfairly arranged his quotes, I believe this is an accurate portrait of his message. Ignored here are the questionable assumptions and erroneous statements regarding ethanol which he litters his presentation with. Others have done a fine job highlighting the technical problems.
Vinod Khosla has been struck by a powerful vision of America powering her pathetically inefficient transportation system on grass, and doesn’t realize that he has hitched his wagon to a perpetual motion machine.
His passion is that of a saint,
A holy fool,
And he might succeed in dragging your friends and neighbors with him.
People love it when you tell them they needn't change, that a thirty dollar upgrade on their car will save the world.
Forgive me, world, for I have sinned. Pennies in the hat.