Today gas is about 3.50 a gallon. I pray it continues to rise.
Every day the price goes up is a happy day for me. Sure I feel sad for those with limited incomes who are struggling to put a couple bucks in their tank. And indeed the poor are often the ones driving the old beaters that get horrible milage and need a tune-up. But the pride the working poor have in their cars is precisely the pride that they are one step above those lowly bus riders. And it is the feeling of superiority among the marginalized that destroys the potential alliance among them.
Rising gas prices screws with the poor, but that screwing might unscrew the stigma that puts bus-riders in a category nearly equivalent to beetles--the beetle of Kakfa's metamorphosis: a strange creature that is shunned and we all fear becoming.
Any time the bus-rider can laugh at the car driver is a gift of wild daisies.
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