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Throwing tea in the harbor


For months now, I have been ranting to anyone who will listen (and really that's only my husband, who has to share my bed, and my coworkers, who have to sit in an adjoining cubicle for 8 hours a day) that our forefathers would never have allowed what's happening in our country these days. We're all sitting around griping -- myself included -- about gas prices and grocery prices and wars and idiot leaders...but who's going to start the revolution? Who's going to throw the tea in the harbor?

I was delighted to learn today that we've rediscovered a little bit of our revolutionary roots. Tonight ABC News reported that Americans drove almost 10 billion fewer miles in May 2008 than in May 2007. And guess what? The average price of gasoline has dropped 11 cents in the last week. YES! (Did you ever think you'd see the day that I danced over $3.87 a gallon?)

Keep up the good work, my fellow gas guzzlers. And if the price of gas keeps falling, please don't forget what it feels like to drop $75 in a single trip to the pump. Continue to conserve. It's good for us all.
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  1. UnknownJuly 31, 2008 at 3:38 PM

    HEHE . . . I love that you went to the history! Although, I can bet that your husband totally turned to you and said, "Honey, it is a pendullum. It will swing back the other way."

    Americans today lash out against the "man" in much more creative ways, in ways that hit the pocket sooner . . . and honestly I think it works far better then some other methods.

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