Clearly I’m eager to believe that Ken just has an ideological axe to grind, or some neurotic personal investment in peak oil, because if he is deluded, and all I have to worry about is a friend going crazy, it means I can go back to scheming various longshot seductions and wondering whether the Captain America movie will be any good instead of putting solar panels on my cabin and learning how to garden, at which I have always sucked.
