Hello, all you fine folks here at the Salon! My name is Primo Encarnación y Hachecristo. Most of you regulars know me as the guy who sweeps up hair around here, but I am also Deputy Director of Homeland Security for the World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon (DDHS/WMDBS). It’s a gig I won after the Groundhog Day when Buck Pochek lost his brakes on that old dinged up Cadillac of his and drove right through the front window of the shop. Since ol’ Buck seems to lose his brakes every time he finds a bottle, I decided we should do something about it.
I had had an unfortunate relationship with a young lady whose uncle Marcus was the pastor at The Power and The Glory Megachurch, but that’s another story entire. Your takeaway here is that Uncle Marcus’ church had these lovely, large, HEAVY planters they bought back when Buck was attending services there, all laid out in front of the acres and acres of glass windows they had on the place. Surely they wouldn’t miss one or two?
So I called up my cousin, Jesus Hachecristo, who had been moonlighting as a fishing guide named “Caddo Joe” up in Lake Sam Rayburn, but that’s another story, as well. Jesus “borrowed” a heavy truck with a light crane, while I “borrowed” about 10 gallons of stucco plaster. We returned the truck, but have yet to repay on the stucco, which now decorates the anti-Buck-and-or-car-bomb planters, which now adorn the front of the shop.
For scrounging above and beyond the call of duty, Juanita Jean made me DDHS/WMDBS. For a “security desk,” she gave me the station with the sink we’ve never been able to unclog since someone, somehow, lost an entire lace front – with glue – down it. I proudly display a sign there: “NO TERRORIST ATTACKS SINCE: Feb 2, 2012.”
And for not mislaying the salon while she traipsed the Ozark Mountains in search of invisible air, I am now allowed to post here when the spirit moves me.
Right now, the spirit is moving me to observe gas prices continue to tumble towards $2.50. Why is that significant? Because, right around the time Buck imploded our front window, a fella named Newt Gingrich was trying to wrest the wheel of the GOP Presidential Clown Car away from the rest of the clowns. He claimed that under a (swallow hard, it’s only hypothetical) Gingrich Administration, gas would go down to $2.50 a gallon. How would he do it? Drill baby, drill, and not just on future ex-Mrs. Gingriches.
How did this President do it? Diplomacy, baby. Diplomacy. The story you won’t get from corporate media is that after John Kerry’s sudden visit to Saudi Arabia in September , bombing of ISIS began, and oil prices plummeted to a level that was still profitable for Saudis, but not for Russians. Vlad’s entire budget for 2015 is predicated on being able to get $96 per barrel for Russian oil. Currently, oil is below $70 per barrel.
Iran has similar math problems. Between sanctions and oil prices, the economies of our nominal “enemies” are on the brink of destruction. The global balance of power is shifting.
The Conservatives would have you believe that all this is possible through the miracle of shale oil production. But “con” is right there in their name, so you know that’s not the case. Rather, it’s due to this President thinking ten moves ahead, as usual, and getting help – on 9/11, 2014, no less – from the birthplace and center of Islam, and the House of Saud.
Not Newt, nor any of these past, present and future clown-cons, could even conceive of it.