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Drill, baby, drill for jobs, maybe, jobs
by Andrew Barbano
Jun 05, 2010 | 982 views | 1 1 comments | 5 5 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Every politician in the country currently and consistently coos the chorus of jobs, jobs, jobs. Good. Times is tough.

However, sometimes we need to look at our world through the other end of the telescope. First, we get a better idea of how small we really are without the expense, hassle and danger of blasting off in somebody’s private, for-profit space shuttle. It also forces us to look at facts and the effects of what we’ve done and are doing.

Our Big Blue Marble is nothing if not one big whirling, swirling job engine going in two circles at once but nonetheless managing to go forward at about 66,000 miles per hour. Pretty damned impressive and petroleum power has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Everything we do and don’t do creates jobs. Take my pizza, please. We can go to the store to buy the ingredients, pick one up cooked or raw or have someone deliver that ooey gooey steamy temptation hot to our lickable lips.

I get a kick out of narrow-minded moonhowlers who like to use somebody else’s talking points like the one about no government ever having created a job and never will. A word game and a dumb one.

Let’s say an economist from Mars looked through his end of the telescope at what we’ve been doing for the past 10,000 years or so. He/she/it would correctly observe that through application of increasingly sophisticated technology, we’ve expanded the population of the dominant life form on the planet. (Apologies to insects and microbes.)

To continue expansion, we have to work, baby, work at jobs, baby, jobs in order to spawn, baby, spawn. When work gets tight, births dwindle. The fabled 1946-64 post-war baby boom really wasn’t. Families had the same number of kids they always had, but  20-something moms of that era were joined by many 30-somethings who had avoided pregnancy during the Great Depression in the 1930’s. Once the war went out with a bang, in came a bigger bang then the fabled boom.

The world today has little problem with food production to keep us on our merrily expansive way. We just have a problem with distribution. It’s all a marketing challenge. Somebody call Harvard Business School.

Same thing with jobs. We’re just creating the wrong kind  — destructive ones like soldiering, munitions manufacture and fomentation of revolution against whatever great Satan or closet Hitler somebody with a media platform or corporate sponsor doesn’t like.

Many of our most popular jobs thrive only if someone else doesn’t. Most of the medical, pharmaceutical and chemical industries trade on human misery. Automobiles and guns kill about one Vietnam War’s worth of Americans every year. We can’t do anything about our small, medium and large arms industries because it would kill jobs, baby, jobs.

Someday, Pakistan is gonna have the money to buy a F-22 Flying Dinosaur, state-of-the-art cold war fighter planes, even if we have to loan it to them. President Eisenhower was right about the depredations of the military- industrial complex. Non-productive war spending  —  and we’ve been on a constant war footing since WWII — eventually bankrupts any empire and we’re next.

British Petroleum and Massey Energy have been criminally negligent in their operations resulting in worker deaths this year. I’m the only guy I know calling for a corporate death penalty. 

Gulf coast residents still support offshore drill, baby, drilling notwithstanding that the tar baby has laid their land to waste. Once the sea is dead, they gotta work somewhere, I guess.

If we could keep looking through the other end of the telescope at the destruction our jobs cause, we might be able to finally go to work at creating positive professional pursuits that enhance and enrich life, baby, life.


On June 6, 1944, Gen. Dwight Eisenhower gave the order to take the greatest military gamble in history and invade the west coast of France to displace Hitler’s war machine. As Renoite Bryan Riches wrote to the Reno Gazette-Journal, “the Second World War was...probably the last war we should have fought.” Learn, baby, learn.

The 4,000 Year War

On Tuesday, Sierra Interfaith Action for Peace hosts a quiet vigil for the unholy land. Meditations, Prayers and Songs for Peace will happen at 6:15 p.m. on the West Street Plaza next to Java Jungle on the downtown Reno riverfront. For more information call Lisa Stiller, 232-2823 or Pat Coia, 348-7847. Peace, baby, peace.

Does Dr. Jack Kevorkian Know About This?

The Nevada Coalition Against the Death Penalty promises lively discussion about their favorite subject at 6 p.m. Wednesday at the Hug High little theater.

Panelists at the open forum include Rev. Chuck Durante, St. Teresa of Avila Church pastor; Lonnie Feemster, Reno-Sparks NAACP president; Assemblywoman Sheila Leslie, D-Reno; and Lee Rowland, American Civil Liberties Union coordinator. The discussion will be moderated by Nancy Hart (233-9733), president of the Nevada Coalition Against the Death Penalty. A short film, “Too Flawed to Fix,” will be shown to highlight U.S. death penalty systemic failures. Admission is free.

Wonder if they’d favor a corporate death penalty for killing workers? Liquidate, baby, liquidate.

Deadline for mining tax petitions is also Wednesday. For more information call 348-7557. Sign, baby, sign.

Be well. Raise hell.

Andrew Barbano is a 41-year Nevadan, second vice-president of the Reno-Sparks NAACP and editor of E-mail Barbwire by Barbano has originated in the Tribune since 1988.
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June 10, 2010
You are a true DUM ASS
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