Welp, looks like the chickens have come home to roost for our friends across the pond. All that green virtue signaling and woke nonsense didn't exactly fill the gas tank, did it? The Iran war, engineered by the usual suspects, has sent jet fuel prices into the stratosphere, and now European airlines are scrambling like headless chickens, slashing flights left and right.

Lufthansa's cutting 20,000 flights. Twenty THOUSAND! That's a lot of cancelled vacations for those soy latte-sipping Eurotrash. Rico Luman, some egghead at ING Research, says it's "massive." No duh, Rico! You don't say. But hey, at least they're saving the planet, right? By, uh, not flying. Genius!

KLM and Scandinavian Airlines are joining the party too. Misery loves company, I guess. These clowns are getting schooled in realpolitik. Fatih Birol at the IEA is wringing his hands about energy security. Maybe he should have thought about that before they started dismantling their nuclear power plants to appease Greta Thunberg.

IATA, the airline cartel, is whining about rationing. Rationing? Seriously? Get ready for some bread lines and even more socialist nightmares. Willie Walsh wants "alternative supply lines." Good luck with that. Maybe they can get some fuel from Wakanda. I hear they have vibranium-powered jets.

Meanwhile, back in America, airlines are just raising prices. Capitalism, baby! Sure, it sucks for the poors, but at least we're not cancelling flights. We're just making them unaffordable. Progress!

Lufthansa is canning short-haul flights. Luman says travelers can just find alternatives. Yeah, like taking a train? Good luck with that in Europe. Their train system is about as reliable as Hunter Biden's sobriety.

This whole thing is a giant clown show. The Europeans are reaping what they sow. They traded energy independence for woke points, and now they're paying the price. Maybe this will be a wake-up call. Probably not. But hey, a guy can dream.

So, enjoy your staycation, Europe. Maybe you can knit yourselves some sweaters to keep warm since you can't afford to fly anywhere. And don't forget to virtue signal about how much you're saving the planet while you're freezing your butts off.

This is what happens when you let feelings override facts. You get grounded. Literally.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to fill up my F-150 and take a road trip. Because America. And freedom. And cheap gas (relatively speaking).