Peak Jesus

Although Eby's blog is a tempting inspiration to wax at length about Vancouver and its current political climate, I'm not fully ready to put those ideas down. They're still kinda fuzzy and liable to make me look more like a douchebag than I already am.
Instead, I want to pour some worry on you, baby. For years I've been semi-into Mike Ruppert and his theories (or facts) on 9/11. I even bought his book, which was so chock-full of factoids that I never made it past page 100. One thing that stuck with me, though, was not the notion that 9/11 was an inside job. It was his point that Peak Oil didn't refer strictly to fuel but to everything made from oil and its by-products.
Lately Mike's health has been poor and so his good friend Jenna Orkin has taken over blogging on their site, dedicating it to Peak Oil in the news. I check it once a week or so; it's also very fact-heavy and too much for me when I do most of my blog-reading at 6:30 in the morning. Still, I think this idea of Peak Everything bears some thought. Ruppert tried to drive home that it's not gas for cars but cars themselves that will not withstand the end of oil. Much of their insides (plastic, vinyl, polyester) are oil products. Same with this computer I'm using, my bicycle tires and all of Grandma's clothes. I can't decide if this spells dire consequences or not. Like every other looming disaster, I just can't get motivated enough to panic. Otherwise I probably wouldn't live in an earthquake hotspot like Vancouver.