This year I got an early Christmas present.
I was driving west on Route 30 late at night and right before I hit East Rochester, I saw a huge drilling rig perched atop a hill with two flashing red lights, the American Flag flying from its mast and grinding its way into the bowels of the Earth to unleash the gas and oil trapped thousands of feet below.
The whole area was lit up like a small city and you could hear the air from the huge compressors shooting into the Kelly Bar bringing the grindings to the surface. What drama.
I got almost the same thrill from that as the ones I get when I see those coal strippers in Kentucky and West Virginia blasting off those mountaintops to reach the coal seams.
Those oil patch workers, the deck hands, the frack crews, the water haulers, and the tool pushers attired in their pearl snap shirts and cowboy boots - they are the heart of America.
Compare them with these wimps from Oberlin College protesting an injection well on a worthless piece of abandoned steel mill property in Youngstown. Most of them were West Coast and East Coast natives with a liberal agenda and with nothing better to do than to go around the country stirring up trouble.
I say to these Woody Gutherie, Peter, Paul and Mary and Pete Seeger disciples - go back to you sheltered universities in Boulder, Madison and Berkeley and get out your guitars, write some songs, smoke some pot and leave us alone.