We heard them at the last Republican National Convention emerge as big oil shills. One by one like so many white rabbits John McCain, Sarah Palin, and Rudolph Guiliani were trotted out to deliver the major pitch of the moment:
"Drill, baby, drill!"
That simple three word declaration rocked the convention hall that evening in St. Paul more than any other. As the television camera panned the convention floor a huge constellation of signs merged with the loud shouts of approval from Republican speakers.
These were the true, red-blooded Americans who spurned all this sissified conservation nonsense. Conservation is the kind of nonsense that emerges from places that shirk real honest to goodness patriotism, places like San Francisco, Madison, Berkeley, tree-hugging Seattle.
After all, weren't the Republicans nominating for vice-president rooting, tooting, honest to goodness hunter Sarah Palin? Wasn't Senator Fred Thompson on point when he directed praise for her as someone who can kill a caribou and then dress her dead victim?
Yeah, and what do we see on the other side? We have some folks who are even, god forbid, vegetarians and eat no creatures at all. Now how un-American can you get?
Yes, these self-designated patriots loudly extolled the proposition that the moral do-gooders should get out of the way and let the drilling commence in the interest of America.
So now we have the latest tragedy in Louisiana and what do we see behind it all when the smoke has cleared?