Having not driven for over a year, I say fuck oil on a daily basis. I "don't drive one day a year" enough for over 400 people, and counting. Quit your "minor sacrifice to a life of convenience" shit and try making a real change.
Oh yeah? I've declared open war on SUVs. Every Hummer I see is a target. Literally, I'm not kidding. At night I go out and destroy them. When I started a while back I would just pour sugar or sand into the gas tank or break all the windows if I'd had a particularly stressful day, but I've moved onto better things now.
Now it's more my style to puncture the tires (so the owner is fucked for the day and therefore has the whole time period to re-evaluate their decisions in life) and spray paint creative epithets on the side (painting is expensive, so I've got free roving billboards for at least a while in a best case scenario).
Back in my "Anarchist Cookbook" fanboy days I was a fan of the time-honoured 'shotgun in the muffler' trick or a plain old pipe bomb (I'm no psycho, I set these off BEFORE the piggies arrive on the scene) underneath the engine. One of these days I'll make a killer batch of thermite and reduce a planet-raper to a lump, giving the impression of being smited by Captain Planet himself.
Sure it's made me a bit jumpy as time has gone by, but I wouldn't trade my mission for the world. I sleep in the day most of the time so I have few human contacts, and nobody notices me for the most part. I only work a few months in one place before bussing off for a new town and assumed identity. I travel light and set up shop in each new location in a few days and within a week to produce my tools of the trade I'm back in action, and the body count continues its relentless rise.
How's that for 'real change' ?
