The war comes home to us.
In a neighborly commiseration at the gas station, I said to a nearby pump mate, “Wow, 50 cents more per gallon,” and he replied, “You know who you can blame for that?”
“Who?” I asked, curious to see where his brain might fly to.
“If we had that Canadian pipeline,” he said. By that, he meant our President Biden, as if the pipeline would be finished and delivering oil so quickly.
I recognize a wing-nut now, and tease, “The Native Americans didn’t want that on their land.” He had no answer to that.
And so it goes when you debate wing-nuts. Hell, if we’re going to forget the main reason for the jump in gas prices, we might as well blame the internal combustion engine, Ford for building the Model T, and Eisenhower for creating the interstate highway system.
Putin could not ask for a better friend than my divisive pal at the gas pump, sowing dissension rather the much-needed American unity. I should have snarled, “Don’t look up, friend,” but I didn’t.
