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Methane and the End of the Green Dream
The renewable future is proceeding beautifully, provided nobody asks whether the lights stay on, the subsidies remain affordable or people actually want giant wind turbines outside their windows. Fortunately, civilisation has a backup plan. It is called methane. It has been sitting underground for millions of years, patiently waiting for politics to finish rediscovering economics.
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LNG on Rails: The Gas Grid’s Missing Link
Europe has spent years making pipelines slower, harder and more expensive to build, so naturally there must be a solution. Fortunately, we already have thousands of kilometres of railway tracks lying around. Put LNG on trains, call it innovation, and suddenly the infrastructure Europe forgot it owned becomes useful again.
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Life after Reliable Energy
When electricity fails, civilization doesn’t vanish in an explosion—it rots in silence. Refrigerators warm, tempers fray, and the glowing idols of our age flicker out. What follows isn’t drama, but decay: food spoils, order falters, and trust collapses. Life after reliable energy is less apocalypse, more suffocation. And it’s already begun.
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Around the World in 80 Kilometers
Once, the world shrank—compressed by coal, oil, and jet fuel into something you could circumnavigate between Friday lunch and Sunday dinner. Today’s prophets of progress promise a “green future,” but without hydrocarbons, the globe will swell monstrous again. Air travel dies, cities starve, and eighty kilometers will feel as impossible as Jules Verne’s eighty days.
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The Flickering Future
Imagine civilization run on applause instead of physics. We traded coal for candles, stability for sentiment, grids for flicker power. The activists cheered, the elites clapped, and the engineers warned in vain. What follows is not utopia but feudalism, not freedom but rationing. And when the lights finally go out, you’ll know why.
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America’s Next Industrial Revolution
China conquered the factory floor, apparently ending the American century forever. Unfortunately, nobody told the market. Rising wages, corruption, legal uncertainty, energy costs and political instability have a nasty habit of ruining perfectly good growth stories. Meanwhile, American shale keeps producing cheap energy. History, irritatingly, remains unimpressed by fashionable predictions.
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Oil Farming and the Gospel of Grit
Shale is not a miracle—it’s a mindset. While rentier states gorge on legacy wealth, a new generation of oil farmers is emerging: dirty boots, data dashboards, and no patience for grand illusions. They don’t pray for oil—they milk it, year after year. This is the gospel of grit. The future bleeds, sweats, and iterates.
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The Wrong Children Are Crying
Dreams are not stolen from those who never had to fight for survival. They are stolen from children whose only ambition is to eat tomorrow, to live through the week, to see their parents come home alive. Every policy that slows development and makes energy scarce steals from them directly. Reality keeps the receipts.
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NOPEC’s last battle
In 1973, OPEC discovered the oil lever — a weapon that could make the world tremble without firing a shot. For decades, it worked. But every empire rots from within. Addiction to easy money, the rise of shale, and the limits of fear have left the cartel fighting a final, unwinnable war.
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The Holy Church of Climatology
Out of that revelation grew today’s climate gospel: a cult that forbids doubt, sells fear, and feeds empires. The Holy Church of Climatology thrives not on science, but on obedience—and its altar burns hotter than Venus itself.
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The Carbon Heresy
Carbon has been recast as villain, the black sheep of our molecular family. Yet without it, no oceans would teem, no forests would rise, no breath would ever have filled your lungs. To wage war on carbon is not science but theology—a death cult that confuses the rooster for the sunrise.
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Good Morning, Thermometer!
Robin Williams once made us laugh about jungles hot enough to fry monks in their robes. Today, the same weather is repackaged as apocalypse. Temperature isn’t a divine decree—it’s a negotiation, massaged into “records” by those with careers to protect. If we’ve lost our ability to laugh at this theater, we’re already cooked.
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The Business Models We Killed Before They Could Win
America spent years preparing to import LNG, then inconveniently discovered it had rather a lot of gas of its own. Now it produces so much that industry is returning home, while LNG trucks remain trapped behind regulations designed, apparently, to protect diesel from the terrifying prospect of competition.
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Statistics
Numbers have become the new gospel. They no longer reveal truth but sanctify deception. Cooked data, cherry-picked consensus, and anonymous peer review now serve where priests once stood. We built an altar of spreadsheets and called it science. And still, beneath the glow of our charts, the truth quietly waits for its debt to be…
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Lies
Every empire is built on a beautiful lie. Ponzi had his postage stamps; Aramco has its oil fields. The con changes shape, not substance. We call it business, progress, valuation — anything but belief. But the moment the music stops, all that’s left is silence and the faint smell of burned confidence.
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Accounting for Original Sin
The IMF’s “fossil fuel subsidies” aren’t money—they’re morality dressed as math. By assigning imaginary prices to air, weather, and guilt, the Fund conjures five trillion dollars from thin air. It’s bureaucratic theater masquerading as economics, a sermon for the carbon-averse faithful. Meanwhile, civilization still runs—sinfully—on the fuel they condemn.
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Sleeping in the pendulum clock
Europe claims to want clean transport, but what it really wants is moral theatre. Battery and hydrogen trucks pose as salvation while remaining unusable, unaffordable props. Meanwhile, methane fuels—available, scalable, and nearly emission-free—are ignored because they solve the problem too well, too soon, and without the drama policymakers crave.
