America’s revenge is a dish best served cold. After a decade of war and overpriced crude, The Empire of the Unites Steaks of America watched as her enemies plotted out 30 year budgets around $100 oil. She even encouraged speculators to develop shale oil, to make the ruse convincing.
On this day, on the precipice of National Feast, the carpet is being tugged away from the Sheiks who once flew on it.
Listen to me: 10,000 pins in the head of The House of Saud. 20,000 pins in the head of General Vlad. It’s over fellas. Oil has met its maker and will now resume down the drain, much to the chagrin of the clowns shooting themselves out from cannons at OPEC.
The pendulum is about to shift away from the east to the west again. For every penny gas drops, the American consumer saves $1.1 billion. A new era of wanton consumerism beckons. Everyone gets a Fendi bag. Actually, you better make it a COH.
LULU pants for all women, even the men (extra Macke). An iPhone in every stocking, globally, sans the heathens who keep busy cutting off heads for a living.
The market is in the process of adjusting to this new paradigm, this new affirmation of America’s greatness. While our enemies kept busy sucking each others pants off in their harems, we chequemated them.