Cushing, Oklahoma

Tomorrow your president goes to, of all places, Cushing, Oklahoma.  "Cushing", you say, "Where the hell is that?"  It is a small town (population about 10,000) in an isolated area of Oklahoma about half way between Oklahoma City and Tulsa. "Why Cushing?", you ask,  "What does my president know that I don't know?"  He has no idea what's in Cushing or what it's like.  Furthermore, he doesn't give a damn.  All he knows is his handlers told him to get his ass down to Cushing for a photo-op to prove he is doing something to ameliorate his stance on oil production and create an image in the minds of the unwashed willing Americans that he is doing something about the high price of gasoline.

Cushing is the major hub in the oil pipeline business, thus all prices of U.S. produced oil are quoted as delivery to Cushing.  In words which most of you may better understand, Cushing is to the oil industry as Atlanta is to Delta Air Lines.  Almost everyone in Cushing works in some manner in the oil business.

Tomorrow the entire town of Cushing will be shut down, no Oklahoma officials (governor, lieutenant governor, or dog catcher) present and no outside news media people allowed, except as approved by your president's handlers.  He will make some dumbass brilliant statement about how much he is doing to lower the price of gasoline, smile big for the cameras, and get back on his helicopter to fly back to Air Force One parked on the runway (with engines running) at Tinker Field in Midwest City, OK, and away he will go.

He will be on the ground in Cushing less than half an hour.  How much do you think all this will cost taxpayers?  And, for what?   Now, doesn't this make you feel warm and fuzzy all over?

BO must GO