Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Goodbye Montreal, Hello Maritimes


Ah dear readers, the economic crisis has hit yours truly as much as any other middle class BA grad. After six long goddamned months of unemployment in lovely Montreal, I cannot find a suitable (ie, paying) outlet for my talents and vast bile-spewing intellect. No, the market here is tanking fast, jobs are getting scarcer, and the competition for positions is fierce. So I'm off to my homeland of New Brunswick, the land of cheap real estate, lobster, Acadian flags, and so-called defeatist attitudes. My lack of posts in the last week are due to my running around getting things organized for my move, and squaring up my debts before my friends start thinking about breaking my legs. 

The next time you hear from me, I will be in an undisclosed location somewhere in the wilds of New Brunswick, preparing for the zombie holocaust. Erm, I mean I will be living somewhere in NB trying to eke out a living doing whatever it is that I do. I'm feeling positive about a change, because I've been shat on for a while here in Montreal, so it's time for a new start somewhere else, where my credentials actually have value and I don't have to mud-wrestle every BA this side of Toronto to get a job serving donuts. I'll miss you, Montreal, but you aren't doing anything to help me stay.

I.A.  

Shows you should be watching: Junk Science.com



Ok, so it isn't a show, but I'm sticking it under this header anyway. Piss off if you don't like my semantic antics. 

If you are anything like me (and God help you if you are), you like to get your fill of alternate viewpoints. And I don't mean "the government is spying on me through hidden cameras in my TV decoder" alternate, I mean legitimate dissenting views from within the intellectual community. After all, a debate isn't a debate if you only hear one side and that side reams information and claims down your gullet with reckless abandon. Anyone who has half a brain, or a university education, should have the skills to look at a problem from an objective, analytical stance - taking in the information and making a decision as to what you would like to believe.

Unfortunately, that has gone straight out the window ever since we got our collective panties in a knot over the horrors of carbon dioxide and global warming. Ever since Al Gore hoisted himself onto a pulpit and shat out a popular, but completely unscientific, movie that scared the bejebus out of anyone who didn't take the time to think things through or do some fact checking, well things have gone downhill. If you question global warming, or carbon fears, or any greenwash idea, you get labeled as some sort of heretic or backwards nut who needs to be burned at the stake (the only reason you are not already cremated is because the burning wood would create too many airborne pollutants).

Which brings me to the last bastion of anti-greenery that still retains a degree of objectivity. Junk Science is a compilation of alternative views, critiques, and general anti-Goreist sentiments maintained by Steven Milloy. Milloy's frustration with the world is palpable - often the posts degenerate into wanton green-bashing and rants against Al Gore than verge on the libelous. But don't let the bile and fury distract you from the important bits - this is no conspiracy loony bullshit, Milloy is presenting genuine scientific work and facts that you won't hear from the mainstream media - because they are too dumb to sort out what is plausible and what isn't. If you vehemently believe in global warming and green issues, then don't bother looking at the site. In fact, get the fuck off my blog, you hippie commie bastard. But if you want an eye-opening second opinion, and some interesting facts to mull over, I highly suggest you take a perusal of Junk Science and learn what the OTHER side of the debate is saying.


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

In Case Regular Stilletos Weren't Flashy Enough



Female poseurs and wives of millionaires now have a new fashion accessory to kill their feet. BEHOLD! The Lamborghini Superleggera shoes. The inside of the shoe is cleverly designed to jut into the wearer's ankles and cause great discomfort, replicating the ergonomics of a Countach. The brittle carbon fibre heels will shatter at the first impact, replicating the sound and expense incurred whenever a Lamborghini drives over a speed hump.  And as the photo shows, they produce smoke just like a proper Italian electrical system. 

If you look at this photo and sincerely think you would like to wear these, pick up the nearest phonebook or dictionary and use it to smack yourself in the temple. If you remain conscious, repeat. 

If you are male, and you thought these would look good on your significant other, take a pipe wrench and slam it into your crotch as hard as you can. That way you'll be prepared for the pain when your girlfriend kicks you in the balls for buying these for her.

I.A. 

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Cornucopia of Awesomeness that is Brandon Bird's Artwork


Brandon Bird specializes in pop-culture artworks, using celebrities and pop-culture references to craft oddball, surrealist, and quasi-retro paintings and sketches that are just too awesome for your tiny brain to contain. If you look at more than 10 of these works in one sitting, your head will explode from the sheer amount of awesome.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Buy a Piece of Shit, Support the Arts


I got wind (no pun intended. Okay, maybe a little) of a development at the Université de Québec a Montréal, which I happen to live next door to. A new art installation has been setup; the infamous Cloaca machine, a traveling mechanical digestive system. The machine takes food (scraps from the UQAM cafeteria in this case) and processes them using various chemical and enzymes, perfectly replicating the human digestive system. That means it makes shit. And farts. All along a fancy looking lab-style assembly with a final "dispenser" that drops the fresh product onto a platter.

That's fucked up enough, and it's enough to make me shake my fist at the idiocy of the art community to support crap (haha) like this and make the rest of us artists look like morons, but wait! There's more! Visitors can buy "souvenirs" from the machine. Do I need to explain this? PEOPLE ARE BUYING SHIT. They are paying money for feces. Excrement. Crap. I can just imagine a happy nuclear family, father dressed in a cardigan, mother in a dour dress, chipper kids in Leave it to Beaver garb, happily strolling out of the exhibit with a turd cradled in their hands, to be taken home as a new addition to their knickknack cabinet. Not only that, they sold out. They sold all the shit they had on hand. Don't make me repeat that. That is FUCKED UP.

The kicker is that, whether you like it or not, your tax dollars paid for it. 30 000$ of government (public) funds were ponied up to transport the thing in Canada (it's a traveling exhibit, so rubes everywhere can have their chance to buy art-turds).

Pictures of the various Cloaca units here:

Shows You should be watching: Zero Punctuation


Hosted by period-challenged game reviewer "Yahtzee" Croshaw, Zero P is a brilliant and hilarious series of video game reviews that combine mile-a-minute voiceovers by Croshaw with scathing critiques and clever humour, set to excellent animation which is constantly breaking my whatthefuckometer. If you like games, or even if you don't, you must check out each episode. They are the best and most honest reviews you will find with a healthy injection of off-the-wall humour and unapologetic flame-baiting. Croshaw is not afraid to air his thoughts and piss of a world of fanboys, and I applaud him for it. He also popularized the technical term "Stonking Great Tits", which is reason enough to watch.

New reviews are uploaded weekly on Wednesdays. Check it out.

Historian's Corner: The Greatest Historical Badasses

Cracked's "Soldiers who make Rambo look like a pussy"

I quite enjoy reading through Cracked's various lists of strange-but-true stories. It's a great blend of fact, laughs and thought that are surprising for what you'd think is a juvenile humour mag. 

This list in particular caught my attention; the most badass real life soldiers who ever served. I was particularly impressed with the story of the Finnish "White Death", Simo Hayha, one of the highest scoring snipers in history. You have to remember that the Soviets invaded Finland while they were still on "good" terms with Germany. The history you remember, of the Red Army crushing the Nazi hordes, only started after the German invasion of the East in 1942. Before then Stalin and Hitler were dictator pals (well, Hitler planned to stab Stalin in the back all along, and Stalin wasn't exactly a forthright leader either), and the Germans grit their teeth and let Russian troops overrun Finland in 1939. Hayha fought the Russians almost single-handedly, a lone sniper without a spotter. The amazing part is that an exploding bullet blew off part of his jaw and the side of his face and he was dragged off as a war prize - only to wake up a week later. He made a full recovery and lived a long life afterwards. 

One of my family members was similarly lucky. A member of the British No. 2 Commando unit, he served in Norway and Italy; it was in Italy that he had the bad luck of being shot in the head by a German sniper. He guessed the sniper spotted the glint off his helmet badge. Yes, you read that correctly - he guessed. He survived a bullet in the brain with partial paralysis, which he eventually overcame. When I knew him, the only evidence of his injury was a minor limp. That, folks, is true grit and major luck put together. He died of cancer years ago, and I never knew much about his service. I wish he was still around so I could find out what his years in the war were like.

I.A.

Latest scale work: 1/32 Luftwaffe Pilot

"What's all this then?" I hear you cry. Or not. Maybe you are not so easily impressed. Particularly by someone's rather geeky hobbies. That's right, readership, I am a dedicated scale modeler. No, not the typical overweight middle aged guy who hides in his basement (er, "studio") all day, painting historical models (which is code for sexy misogynist Anime figures/ 3D porn). Being a trained historian (such as it is), I like to flesh out my history in three dimensions. And make cool Nazi tanks and planes. It's true, I stick to German subjects from the Second World War. Not because I have any affinity with those jerks, but because they made the coolest stuff. Period. No matter what you make on the Allied side, it's going to be painted olive drab. German stuff had neato sprayed camo with all the colours of the Nazi rainbow that are an airbrush-er's delight. Plus their tanks and planes were scientifically proven to be wicked cool, in a famous study of 8 year old males. By famous I mean unknown. By scientific I mean entirely made up. By 8 year old males I mean the shrill voices in my head.

Anyway, that's what I do. It's what I have always done, since I was about 10-11 years old. I never felt the need to justify it, but as my girlfriend (yes, I have one of those) pointed out, what would people think when they walk into my apartment and see a sea of balkenkreuz and swastikas on my various projects? Oddly I never thought about it, because we (modelers) tend to over represent German subjects as a rule, so I never felt I was an odd one out for my interest. 

Anyway, here is my latest creation. It's a late-war Luftwaffe pilot with his steed, a Messerschmitt BF109G. Essentially I built the plane as an elaborate base for the figure, which I bought before I got the kit for the plane. For those unfamiliar with scales, 1/32 is big-ass for a plane. The figure is around 5.5 cm tall.

I'll post new projects as I complete them.

I.A.


Thursday, February 5, 2009

Capsule Review: M-Audio Revolution 7.1 PCI Soundcard


When it comes to Mac-compatible sound cards, M-Audio is pretty much the only game in town. Oh sure, Creative made a Mac SoundBlaster a few years back, but it was quickly forgotten and no longer has driver updates. So for current tech that is designed for Macs and has extensive support, M-Audio is the only option. And, as you will now hear, it’s a goodun.

I picked up a Revolution 7.1 to bump up the sound quality on my Power Mac G4. Oddly, when I got the Power Mac, I found it had poor sound quality compared to my iBook G4, which was a bit newer and had a better onboard soundcard. This just wouldn’t do, because I love top-quality audio, and my Harmon Kardon speakers beg for a decent sound output. I’m an amateur audiophile; I can’t make music to save my life, but I can tell the difference between a 192kps recording and one with 256 or 320kps by ear. 128-160kps sound like crap to my ears. So I’m more sensitive to sound quality than the average schmuck. And I believe that qualifies me to give a brief review of the Revolution 7.1 I stuck into my Mac. Don’t argue with me, I’m on a roll.

A bit long in the tooth now, the R 7.1 is a solid soundcard, and got very good reviews when it was released around 2004. I paid about 110$ for it, locally, but you can get them for as little as 25$ on Fleabay if you are so inclined. Either way, it is worth your money.

For your money you get full 7.1 support through individual 3.5mm jacks. Also provided is a digital output port if you happen to have that capability. For me, I don’t even have a 7.1 system. Or 5.1. Nope, I make do with a set of H/K 2.1 “Champagne” speakers. Speakers that were considered middle-of-the-road to above average by most reviewers. With the R 7.1, that changes.

With the latest drivers you get a comprehensive set of presets for various speaker systems, including my Champagnes. Setting the output for this preset, then fiddling with the surround sound and “trubass” settings revealed that my humble old speakers had amazing capabilities. Sound clarity is perfect, bass is crisp while still throwing out some serious wall rattling power, and the surround sound works brilliantly. It’s quite eerie to sit between two speakers and suddenly become enveloped in three-dimensional sound, as if you had a true surround system – except this is entirely through the software. Amazing. It gave my H/Ks a new lease on life. I was fist pumping with the pure joy that only an equally crazy audio nut will understand. The sound quality exceeded my expectations, and blew me away. I never thought I could extract such rich sound from such simple speakers.

But there is a caveat. Actually two. You see, the R 7.1, despite being a dedicated sound card, actually consumes more processing power than the onboard card. I clocked the difference at nearly 10% more (as in 10% more of the processing speed, not a 10% increase) for the R 7.1. So don’t expect this to speed up your old computer by taking sound processing off the motherboard. The other problem is audio artefacts – on a regular basis I get the odd pop, click or warble. Usually when I start a video or sound file; the worst, however, is when I pause a movie in Quicktime, then restart it only to have the sound completely garbled. To fix it requires restarting Quicktime. I recently updated to the latest drivers, but I’m still getting minor artefacts. It’s not enough to dissuade me completely, however. The sound quality is so damn good I am willing to overlook this rather apparent flaw. But the final score reflects this problem.

I give it three and half Patsies. The audio flaws are irritating and the price is high, but you don’t have much choice when it comes to Mac compatible stuff, and the sound quality is mind blowing once you get it dialled in for your speaker setup. Recommended.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Historian's Corner Capsule Review: The World at War Series

This review is the first of a series of “capsule reviews” of whatever I feel like commenting on. In this, the first instalment, I will be reviewing the Time Life World At War DVD series.

My review is summarized by a rating out of five Patsies, the worst being half a Patsy, the best being five Patsies:

 

The internationally recognized, SAE approved Patsy scale

My rating is entirely subjective and not based on any particular criteria; it’s just whatever the hell I feel like giving.

So enjoy, turkeys.

I.A.

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The World At War, Time Life

If you watch any history channels, you may have come across an advertisement from Time Life for a DVD collection featuring rare footage from the Second World War. It touts how this footage is grisly, graphic and unique, and portrays the DVD set as a sort of compendium of stock footage. 

This is severely underselling The World At War series, a 1970s British documentary series that followed the events of the Second World War using new footage, eyewitness accounts, and a sombre historical narrative provided by Sir Laurence Olivier. I find it odd (actually, disturbing) that Time Life sells the set as a sort of voyeuristic compendium of graphic footage for history nuts, rather than as the solid and acclaimed documentary series it is. 

Clocking in at almost 30 hours, including the “bonus” materials (a few extra documentary episodes that recycle some of the testimony and expand upon in - particularly the interview with Hitler’s personal secretary, and a standalone two-part overview of the Final Solution), this series is a massive undertaking for the average viewer. Thankfully, it is very well presented. The events are distilled to their historical essence, in easy-to-digest 1 hour episodes. There is no high-falutin’ historical theory here – this is the straight, “popular” history of the Second World War, and that’s not a bad thing. It makes the series accessible to most anyone, and it provides a refreshingly simple refresher course in the war for us historians who have spent years poring over dry academic articles. Indeed, the talking-head portions are devoted to eyewitnesses, civilians, and combatants – not historians who never had a bomb fall on their house, or see their buddies get disembowelled by a machine gun. This is a strong point in my eyes; I’m quite tired of having a third party mediate history, and I quite enjoy being able to listen to the testimony of ordinary people who were involved, however flawed their views may be (more on that in a bit).

The selling point, unique footage, is certainly present. Much use is made of film from the war, completely overshadowing the odd talking head moments (thank God, because nothing kills the flow of a documentary like five minutes of staring at someone’s face). There is a plethora of colour footage here, and a lot of film you won’t see anywhere else. Sometimes it is graphic and stomach turning; colour footage of dismembered corpses lying on a battlefield, or the sight of a doctor sawing off a soldier’s leg in a field hospital, these are not sights for the faint of heart. Even seasoned film viewers like myself get a little queasy, because these are real people with real injuries, not actors with special effects.

The focus is clearly on the British and American side of the war, with the bulk of the series focussing on the European theatre. This is the main flaw of the series; the Pacific front is given a few episodes but it feels like it has been tacked on, and there are even some jarring racial stereotypes that belittle the Japanese as a people (remember this was made in the 1970s). Nothing is made of the contributions of Canadians, or the exiled armies of the conquered territories, or Australia, or… Well, you get the idea. Thankfully Germany is well represented, for good or ill, so it is not an entirely one-sided presentation.

The most disturbing moments sometimes come from the interviewees. One in particular stands out; Major Otto Ernst Remer (now infamous as the man who tried to carry out Operation Valkyrie arrests only to be stopped by Goebbels when he was put on the phone with a not-at-all-dead Hitler) is interviewed in several episodes. A curt and curmudgeonly old man, surrounded by relics of his service in the war, Remer vehemently denies the Holocaust on camera and generally upholds the stereotype of a German following orders without question and without remorse. It’s a sobering moment, and the series is full of them - like when a Berlin woman states, in emotionless fashion and without warning, that she was raped by a Russian soldier. Or when a victim of a cull recounts how she was shot and left for dead in a pile of bodies. These are the testimonies that make the series truly fascinating, in giving the all-important human element to the proceedings.

At around 40$ for the full set, including bonus features (which aren’t really that noteworthy, as they often recycle things from the main series), The World At War DVD set comes highly recommended. Flaws and all, it’s an excellent series that should be examined by everyone – whether you are a history buff or not. It’s an excellent summary of the war and does an admirable job of presenting the human elements.

I give it four Patsies, with reservations – namely the Europe-heavy focus and the recycled bonus features. Not to mention the tasteless way Time Life markets the series.



Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Shows you should be watching: The Age of Persuasion

Presented on CBC Radio and hosted by advertising expert Terry O'Reilly, The Age of Persuasion is a fantastic show that follows the evolution of media and advertising, as well as trends, successes and failures of marketing. Light, interesting and funny, it's about as good as the CBC gets. 

Listen to streaming episodes here:


KHAAAAAAAAN

Once again, Robot Chicken brings joy to my dead heart. Epic does not begin to describe this. Just watch it. Please.


Everything Wrong With... The Auto Industry



Today’s maniacal raving is on a subject I hold dear to my heart: the trials and tribulations of the auto industry. I love cars. I love trucks. I love things with engines that make a lot of noise and burn gasoline in wanton fashion. So I believe I have complete authority in making decisions on the entire industry’s behalf. After all, I’m probably better suited to the job than most of the company bosses, in light of recent economic clusterfucking.

So let’s get straight down to brass tacks:

- Payola and the plight of the auto rag: Or the decline of objective reviews in auto magazines. Actually they aren’t subjective either (that would be a marked improvement), just grey drivel that more often than not resembles ad copy and brochure babble taken straight from the manufacturer. It’s so obvious that we can now predict how a magazine will behave, to within a few degrees of leaning. Car And Driver will declare that anything this side of a Tata isn’t quite as good as a BMW 3 Series. Canadian Driver will be exceedingly polite to all but the worst automotive turkeys, much like we Canadians normally do in the presence of others. And so on. Can’t you folks be a little more original? Can you see beyond the ad revenue column? Can’t you, I don’t know, actually review the cars? And for God’s sake, stop with the irrelevant comparisons. If I wanted to know how a Hyundai stacked up to a Lexus, then I shouldn’t be reading an auto mag in the first place. I would be taking my medication more often.

-Hybrids, or how I learned to stop worrying and be a smug environmentalist wanker: Hybrid are a fad. They are inefficient. Expensive. Offer poor real world performance and economy. The only thing a hybrid is good for is stroking the ego of some greenheaded prick who wants to show the whole damn world how goddamn much he or she cares for the environment – without actually understanding any environmental issues or the fact that their Prius gets worse fuel economy than a basic Civic. Hybrids are symbols, a symbol that has been latched onto by the media and the green bastards of this world. Just as driving an Escalade is akin to killing a baby seal in public, a Prius suggests you are a worldly, caring hippie who just wants to love mother earth. And hasn’t heard of public transport. The only good hybrid is one that uses the electric motivation as a sort of electric supercharger – here, Lexus is ahead of the game, using the hybrid drive in conjunction with a decently sized gas motor to make a higher-performance vehicle that has the benefit of a few extra MPGs. But even those are just part of the whole ill-advised fad; the reason I like them is because they are actually fun to drive, and show a real improvement over a straight ICE. So if you really must have a hybrid, at least get one that is fun. Except for the Escalade or Suburban Hybrids. Those are just idiotic.

- Lemon-Aid: Oh Jesus H. God, I despise the Lemon-Aid guides. Nowhere else will you find a more idiotic collection of personal anecdotes, rumours, myths and biased reportage than in the pages of the best selling Lemon Aid guides. With fantastically helpful insights like “Audis attract rodents” when describing how an A4 owner had to replace a wiring harness due to mouse activity (yup, that was important enough to warrant a half page), I cannot comprehend how anyone finds the Lemon Aid a useable tool. Let’s not forget that it is the Lemon Aid guide that continues to propagate the myth of Audi “sudden acceleration” (which was dismissed as due to idiot drivers who couldn’t work the closely placed pedals), even on recent models that have absolutely no relation to the original claim of defect (which was the Audi 5000 of the late 80s). Its main source of information is owner feedback – that’s subjective anecdotes. Anyone who knows anything about research methods knows that anecdotes and subjective experiences are the worst possible way to gather information on a given subject. I’ll give you a summary of what the guide offers, to save you the trouble of reading the whole thing – BUY A TOYOTA OR A HONDA CIVIC. Everything else, according to the guide, will break down, burst into flames, kill kittens, and give your children cancer. Never mind that Toyota had a streak of engine sludging problems or that the Civic is hit-or-miss for reliability and build quality – no, facts like that are ignored in favour of catering to the common market myths, and shitting all over any company that isn’t Japanese (except for Nissan, they seem to get lumped in with parent company Renault for dodgy cars). Do yourself a favour – go browse (don’t buy) a Lemon Aid guide for some cars you have owned. Go ahead, check it out. I guarantee you will get a hearty laugh out of the experience. And remember folks, no vehicle lasts forever or will be completely free of problems. That’s what the Lemon Aid authors seem to be incapable of understanding.

-The idiocy of the market, also known as the Homer effect: I think Detroit has proven how idiotic the market is, and how catering to perceived demand is a quick way to certain death. I say this not for their failures, but for their successes in design (which ended up as failures) – namely, the Pontiac GTO and the G8. Here were great cars that have become monumental flops. Taking the best of the Aussie tradition of stuffing big V8s into sporty coupes and sedans, the GTO was a rebadged Holden Monaro (a highly acclaimed car everywhere else in the world, aka the Vauxhall Monaro/VXR) while the G8 is a rebadged Holden Commodore (ditto). Here was American carmaking at it’s finest, albeit perfected on the other side of the world. So what happens? The fickle market turns their noses up at these brutish tyre smokers and keeps buying tired old Buicks. There are many other examples – the popularity of hulking trucks and SUVs, despite their thirst and horrible dynamics with no more practicality than a decent station wagon (unless you are one of the few who actually use these vehicles to haul things or tow stuff, or have 5 kids). Or the greatest example of them all: the runaway success of the Prius, an automotive turkey and not even that efficient in real conditions, but a great seller simply on its symbolic value. Anyone who owns a Prius should be bitch slapped and handed the keys to a far more economical diesel sedan. Oh wait, that’s not possible in North America because they don’t sell those here, outside of a few overpriced BMWs and Benzes. 

-Automatics: Speaking of the idiocy of the market, what the hell happened to the manual transmission? CVT, DSG, or plain ol’ slushbox, the auto dominates the market in North America, where most people think a clutch is a group of birds. Ever try to get a manual car made in the last ten years? Good luck. Nowadays it’s an option that will cost you extra, not that any lazy North American could be bothered to row their own even if it was still cheaper to get a manny tranny. Us enthusiasts get left out in the cold while everyone tries to make a better mousetrap, er automatic. We end up with horrid things like the bane of spirited drivers, the slushomatic-fantastic CVT, or worse the auto that thinks it’s a manual, the semi-auto (with no charge herky-jerky function). I suppose it’s not surprising we’ve become auto-crazy - it’s hard to handle a cell phone and a hot coffee while shifting.

-Ethanol: The US of A’s saviour was supposed to be corn juice. Make some alcohol with our crops, mix in a little gas, throw it into your flexy-fuel vehicle, and voila! No more foreign oil dependency. Great idea. In theory. In reality even E10 has a significant impact on fuel economy – it kills it. E85 is considerably less efficient than good-old-Saudi petrol. Add to that accelerated wear on fuel systems and catalytic converters* (governments were never great at long term planning, were they?), not to mention crop shortages because you are using your food supply to make fuel, and you have a recipe for corn-flavoured disaster. I wouldn’t completely throw out the idea, however – why not try some methanol blends? You can make methanol out of anything this side of wood. Ethanol can also be made quite effectively from sugar cane, rather than corn. Just let us have regular gasoline alongside the blended stuff – some of us like to keep our cars for more than a few years, and don’t like the idea of losing 10%+ of our fuel economy simply because of a government’s hair brained scheme.

 

*But what about flex fuel cars, I hear you say. Those cars are indeed fine – but running E10 in a normal fuel system will cause problems in the long run as well as a drop in fuel economy. And nowadays E10 is the minimum, with normal gasoline pumps becoming scarce in the US. There are even pushes for minimum E15 or E20, which would be spell disaster for non-flex fuel vehicles.