The petro wars

Just sketching out some ideas I've had for Sci-Fi... since my reading tastes are starting to follow that trend, so should my writing?
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It wasn't a war. That's what every American believed, every television watching drone of the "democracy" was given excuses for what was happening, the shortage of fruit, the airlines being "on strike" all the bullshit. And the news stations, instead of doing what is constitutionally protected to them (freedom of speech) decided to flood the public with numbing information.

Then the spy drones started falling. Then the bombers starting falling from the sky. The satellites came down like rain. When the first passenger airliner landed in downtown New York; the result of a missile from an enemy plane, the public recoiled.

There were skeptics still, and people had not planned on waking from their media induced stupor... there was panic. The government wasn't concerned with peace within it's own borders anymore and hadn't planned for the chaos. All our resources were abroad, getting killed... and for what?

Oil.

In 2012 a gallon of 80 octane fuel cost nearly twenty dollars, if you could find it. The hippies knew what to do. They knew in their hearts what they needed to do. They conserved, they rationed, for them it was as life hadn't changed... it was just harder to travel long distances. For Joe Suburban, life was eradicated. If you can't drive to work, you can't work. If you can't work, how do you pay your pool boy?

The truth of the matter was this: self-interested government topples the country. We wanted oil and we didn't have it. Instead of increasing our exports and keeping friends with the countries who did, we invaded. We took before asking, and much like the child reaching for the big kid's desert, we got hit. As it turned out, the countries with oil were concerned with peace inside their countries and they were ready.

(more to come)