Limbaugh Beat Me To It

Or perhaps I'm just deferring to El Rushbo on his twentieth anniversary.

The subject is the ongoing lopsided debate over energy policy - Republicans want the American people to have energy from domestic sources, Democrats want to take us several centuries backwards and herd us into mud huts and caves, deriving our heat from campfires and our food from hunting and gathering and scavenging and our transportation from our own two feet.

The Dark Lord of the Sith has scored big on The Light Of The World on this issue, which admittedly was not all that difficult a coup to pull off. The following was BO's attempt at a rebuttal:

In a nutshell? Whining and BS. There's only one "serious solution" to runaway energy prices: get the government out of the way of accessing developing domestic sources of REAL energy. Drill in ANWR, drill off our coasts, tap the nearly a trillion barrels of oil shale deposits in the mountain West, let a new generation of nuclear plants rip. And deregulate and de-tax the energy sector so they can pursue the collection and storage technology to make solar energy more than the pipedream it is today.

Once again, Obama makes McCain's point for him. He offers no real solutions to the energy crisis, but more of the same failed policies that caused it.

And like another haughy Donk pretender before him, Barry just couldn't resist digging himself deeper:

We can cover the twenty million barrels of oil we use daily by inflating our tires and getting regular tuneups? Wow! How come nobody ever thought of that before? Hell, how come Jiffy Lube or Mr. Goodwrench haven't latched onto that - it'd be the greatest advertising boon in television history!

Maybe because the most greater automotive maintenance diligence could possibly save under the most wildly optimistic scenarios is 0.5% to 1.6% of the total. And that cost savings would be eaten up by the skyrocketing maintenance and health care costs generated by forcing everybody into little Yugo-like tin rollerskates that don't protect their shoehorned drivers from a stiff breeze much less any sort of collision.

Here was the Maharushie's priceless gut reaction: