Evolution of a Pundit (Margaret Wente edition)
Margaret Wente, circa August 2005:
The other day I stuck the nozzle in the tank of my dainty little SUV and paid for my first $50 fill. It was a shock, but I knew it was coming, and I know itâ€™s going to get worse. â€¦ Theoretically, I know my car dependency is bad (and my SUV dependency is even worse). It pollutes the air, undermines our cash-strapped transit system, contributes to wasteful land use and ugly urban sprawl, destroys the fabric of communities, and promotes obesity. And now, itâ€™s costing me fifty bucks a fill. I ought to kick the habit. And one day, I will â€” the day that someone wrests the car keys from my cold, dead fingers.
Margaret Wente May 1, 2007:
Okay, I admit it. Iâ€™m embarrassed that I drive an SUV. Who wouldnâ€™t be? Itâ€™s a naked statement that oneâ€™s carbon footprint is colossal. It might as well have a bumper sticker that says, â€œTo hell with the planet.â€
Margaret Wente, May 8, 2008:
I pumped 60 bucks of gas into our SUV the other day. That was a record. My husband and I are heavy users, so we can count on pumping in another 60 bucks before the weekend. Ouch! This is getting painful.
“Honey,” I said, “Maybe it’s time for us to trade it in.”
…Â Not that I’m complaining. Soaring gas prices are an environmentalist’s dream. They are accomplishing more than regulation and lecturing ever will.
I don’t get why people cheer when someone like Hillary Clinton says she’s going to bust OPEC in the chops and declare a gas-tax holiday. High prices are an enormously effective way to get people to change their habits and cut down on fossil fuel.
They’re a good thing.