The Rubber Clown Suit of Positivity
I call that depression and anger the Suffocating Rubber Clown Suit of Negativity. It's suffocating, and that rubber stinks. But once you start meditating and diving within, the clown suit starts to dissolve. You finally realize how putrid was the stink when it starts to go. Then, when it dissolves, you have freedom.
Ice-cream makers frozen out as corn price rises
What’s the connection between ethanol, the biofuel produced from corn, and a cherry vanilla ice-cream? Answer: the first is responsible for pushing up the price of the other.
This month, the price of milk in the United States surged to a near-record in part because of the increasing costs of feeding a dairy herd. The corn feed used to feed cattle has almost doubled in price in a year as demand has grown for the grain to produce ethanol.
There is something disquieting about watching ethanol fail in realtime after a few years of predicting same. I saw Pimental on CNN the other day. This is quite different than the usual wide eyed optimism presented. Usually the mainstream media trots out techno-optimists girded for battle with their Rubber Clown Suits of Positivity (apologies to David Lynch).
The effect is much like watching the Iraq war, another slow motion disaster which never, ever stops, even in the face of obvious failure.
Only the scale differs, the war wasting trillions instead of ethanol’s billions.
Yet, in a non-trivial development, the ethanol industry hasn’t just stolen tortillas from poor Mexican peasants. With such a voracious cornhole, there has been evident inflation on food – first they come for the cows, then they come for the cherry ice cream.
The waste is conspicuous, as we prep for the spin cycle on our slender energy plateau.
Add actual energy depletion, and simmer.