Oil – petroleum – an oily flammable … liquid that may vary from almost colorless to black, occurs in many places in the upper strata of the earth, is a complex mixture of hydrocarbons with small amounts of other substances and is prepared for use as gasoline … or other products by various refining processes (for the purposes of this essay, i use the word – oil – to refer to all fossil fuels, petrochemicals, and the thousands of petroleum products that run our world – plastics, asphalt, fertilizers, pesticides, synthetic fiber, etc.)
Slave – one that is completely subservient to a dominating influence
I know i’m an oil slave because before sunrise i roll outta bed into “100% man made material” house shoes from the global mega market down the street. I stagger across the plastic tile floor to the plastic coffeemaker on the plastic counter for my genetically modified, intensely farmed coffee packaged of course in plastic.
I know plastic waste is smothering the planet, that micro plastics are found at the poles, on mountains, throughout the oceans, killing our wild life, is in our food, water, and our blood stream.
I know i’m an oil slave because when i head out the door on the way to work i ignite an internal combustion engine that carries me on synthetic rubber across asphalt roads in machines designed to fail, become obsolete and appeal less to function and durability and more to ego inflation, fashion, and symbols of status and power. I know these qualities require a vastly inflated infrastructure than would be needed strictly for utility, that we could produce a few essential models for purpose that would require a tiny fraction of resources, create little waste, and would last essentially forever. That this applies to all our outrageously expensive consumer comforts and conveniences.
I know i’m an oil slave because i go to work to build and maintain the machines and infrastructures of our global industrial civilization, the product of capitalism. I know i need the money it provides to buy the food capitalism supplies through oil and technology. I know that fertilizer feeds the crops protected by herbicides and pesticides. That more is required each year to compensate for soil destruction and immunity to poison. I know vast amounts of oil are required to harvest, transport, process and package in plastic and paper and transport again thousands of miles to the grocery store where i grab it off the shelf. That this capitalist system we depend on to survive is destroying our habitat and threatens us with extinction.
I know the work is mandated by the plutocratic oligarchy, the bank/corporation/government structure, to directly support the exploitation and waste of resources for minor conveniences and comforts marketed as miracles for the common folk in order to amass extreme wealth and power for the rich white folks downtown. That there is little choice for me to support my family other than to be a part of the mega machine of capitalism, that it all depends on oil.
I know i’m an oil slave because i am addicted to the indoor climate controlled constellation of screens of brain entrainment and so called celebrity entertainment ‘cocoon of crap’ that is our civilization of white, christian, european and american colonization of the planet. I know the vast majority of the earth are hungry, thirsty, suffering in pain and deprivation. That they pay the price of our luxury.
I know the war machine of capitalism is built on a memetic infrastructure of an evolved monotheism, psychological slavery enhanced by scientific technique and the concept of ‘property’ established and maintained by violence. That without the foundation of violence such a structure cannot function.
I know the war machine is fueled by that cosmic energy concentrated in the ground, the sunlight stored in ancient plant life for billions of years, the blood of Mother Earth – oil
I know human beings set fire to it as a satanic sacrifice conjuring a demon, industrial civilization, from whom we demanded dominion over the earth, that our wish was granted through a technological golem, first our servant now our master, a global mass of material and mechanical flows, an explosion of monocultural biomass, a planetary amoeba – capitalism – raping and pillaging the land and seascape and filling the atmosphere with its fetid waste bringing on abrupt, irreversible, catastrophic climate change and the sixth mass extinction.
I know we are that monster. That we are all oil slaves. That its time to die