May we drill now, please?
At this writing, circumstances in the Middle East may change between this sentence and my last paragraph.
What began in mid-December as an uprising that sent Tunisian President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali into Saudi exile on Jan. 14 quickly inspired Cairo’s Tahrir Square rebellion. Hosni Mubarak, who ruled Egypt for 29 years — eight more than Cleopatra — hastily retired when his people hounded him from Heliopolis Palace into his vacation compound in Sharm el-Sheikh.
Just outside Mubarak’s hideaway, two Iranian war ships this week floated north through the Suez Canal. This was the Iranian Navy’s first appearance in the Arab equivalent of the Panama Canal since 1979’s revolution installed the Ayatollah Khomeini and his joyless, sexist, bloodthirsty theocracy.
Eastern Libya now is controlled by regular citizens, freshly armed by soldiers who largely disobeyed orders to shoot their fellow citizens. Moammar Gadhafi ordered two fighter jets to bomb his constituents, prompting the pilots to defect to Malta.
“I have not yet ordered the use of force,” Gadhafi claimed. “When I do, everything will burn.”
Time.com reports that Gadhafi has instructed his operatives to sabotage Libya’s oil fields, supposedly to show Libyans that without Gadhafi, things could get really crazy. Libyan production already is down 25 percent.
In Bahrain’s capital of Manama, Pearl Square witnesses daily protests and occasional state-sponsored bullets aimed squarely into the stomachs of peaceful demonstrators.
Yemen could spin into total disarray, with al-Qaida in the Arabian Peninsula — led by American-born radical Muslim Anwar al-Awlaki — waiting to pounce on any emerging opportunity.
Next door, Saudi Arabia’s ruthless royal family nervously watches these developments. So do Israelis, who must feel like residents of the nicest mansion in Malibu just as the neighbors’ homes catch fire and the Santa Ana-wind-driven flames race up the canyon with menacing urgency.
Americans absorb all of this in justifiable bewilderment. We hope that matters evolve as well as they did in autumn 1989, when one Communist domino toppled into the next, and Karl Marx tumbled onto the ash heap of history. Americans also worry that the Arab street, happy today to shed the shackles of decades-old dictatorships, soon might look less cheerful.
Flowing through this real-life Hieronymus Bosch canvas is the same ingredient in the paints that define his masterpieces: oil.
Petroleum futures Thursday reached $103.41 per barrel before falling back below $100, their highest price since September 2008.
Amid all of this, the Obama administration treats America’s domestic petroleum supply like the Smithsonian’s Hope Diamond: something to be observed and admired, but not touched.
Like it or not, America relies heavily on oil today, for jobs, commerce and our very existence. Alas, oil comes mainly from an area that is as stable as a prison riot. “Precarious” barely describes America’s predicament. And yet, a huge part of the solution — domestic oil and gas — lies just beneath our feet, if only President Barack Obama would let us open the basement door and light this dormant furnace.
May we drill now, please?
Deroy Murdock is a columnist with Scripps Howard News Service and a media fellow with the Hoover Institution at Stanford University.