Diary of a Mad Editor

I hate that, according to my latest statement from my life insurance policy, I’m worth more dead than alive. I hate that an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico will probably be an environmental disaster for decades (and that’s even if they can stop the spill sooner rather than later). It kind of reinforces the need for government regulation of energy companies and for a real energy policy. And yes, that energy policy will have to include increased funding for renewable energy sources like ethanol. That being said, don’t you just hate those commercials for the ethanol company, POET? I’m sorry, but those commercials make no sense and why would an ethanol company be named POET? Is that supposed to be clever? Although, I hesitate to call myself a poet, I have on occasion written some stuff that passes for poetry in some circles and I resent the hell out of an energy company co-opting the name of an art form that has nothing whatsoever to do with producing energy. What in the hell were those guys thinking? Maybe I should call myself a corn farmer next time I attend a poetry reading.