America will need to invade Iran; the Empire will need to expand. All petty petro-dictators who stand in its way will need to be crushed. But what to do with a peace yearning populace; under taxed, over entertained, and ready to embrace a new Messiah? I tell you what you need to do, you need to make them mad, I say… Too much high fructose corn syrup in the mix. Let the price of gas reach $8 a gallon. Let the hookers in Vegas sleep alone at night. Let the Motel owners wonder how they can pay their mortgage. Let even the Mexicans wonder if there will be lawns to mow.
Let the OPEC ministers tell us how it’s going to $200 a barrel. And then let them promise how there will be gas for fifty years, just to make it hurt. Let the financiers chime in on how to invest in commodities. Let the kids be forced to walk to school. Let the soccer moms and MILFs trade in their SUVs. Let the malls go empty. Let the porn on demand in the classroom.
Mad I tell you, mad is what you need. Preferably in the heat of summer, all great wars are started when the mercury breaks the glass. At $8 a gallon it will almost seem justified. If I were the leader who wanted the war, I would let it just keep on going up.