Oil and coal? Of course, it's a fungible commodity and they don't flag, you know, the molecules, where it's going and where it's not [...]. So, I believe that what Congress is going to do, also, is not to allow the export bans to such a degree that it's Americans that get stuck to holding the bag without the energy source that is produced here, pumped here.
Sarah PalinTags: energy united-states bullshit oil incoherence united-states-congress palinisms coal exports
Coal, oil and gas are called fossil fuels, because they are mostly made of the fossil remains of beings from long ago. The chemical energy within them is a kind of stored sunlight originally accumulated by ancient plants. Our civilization runs by burning the remains of humble creatures who inhabited the Earth hundreds of millions of years before the first humans came on the scene. Like some ghastly cannibal cult, we subsist on the dead bodies of our ancestors and distant relatives.
Carl SaganTags: conservation gasoline fossil-fuels coal
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
Suzanne CollinsTags: pain existence beauty pearls coal pressured
Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.
Kahlil GibranTags: inspirational time diamond coal
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
Tags: blood mining wales coal hills coal-miner glamorgan miners rhondda the-land
The Earth was singing her revolution. She was calling her brave men and women to her defense.
Rivera SunTags: science inspirational activism nature courage revolution earth ecology social-justice climate-change coal
...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar - a star cupped in my hands...
John GeddesTags: love poetry god star trends coal altar
Even coal shimmers in the light
Jocelyn MurrayTags: truth lies darkness light fraudulence coal
Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat.
Irvine WelshTags: parents food eating eat coal tapeworm
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