In the grand, rotting theater of modern discourse, we are frequently treated to the spectacle of people who believe that the laws of thermodynamics are merely polite suggestions from a radical left-wing lobby. Enter Diana Furchtgott-Roth, a strategist at the Heritage Foundation and one of the primary architects of 'Project 2025,' a document that reads like a love letter to the 19th century written by someone who found a stack of uncashed Exxon checks in their attic. In a recent interview with DER SPIEGEL, Furchtgott-Roth made it clear that her vision for America involves squeezing every last drop of prehistoric sludge out of the earth, regardless of the consequences. It’s not just a policy; it’s a fetishization of the carbon atom.

Furchtgott-Roth’s stance is refreshingly honest in its nihilism. She isn’t a fan of electric cars or solar energy, but she possesses a nostalgic, almost poetic affection for coal. One can almost see her roaming the halls of the Heritage Foundation, clutching a lump of anthracite like a holy relic, whispering sweet nothings about the glorious smog of the Industrial Revolution. Her message to the world—and specifically to those meddling Europeans—is as simple as it is petulant: 'We won’t let anyone stop us from using our oil and gas.' It’s the rhetorical equivalent of a toddler threatening to eat a handful of dirt because their mother suggested a vegetable.

But let’s be fair; Furchtgott-Roth isn’t the only comedian in this circus. While the Right clings to their dirty rocks like security blankets, the Left continues its performative dance of virtue signaling, pretending that replacing a gasoline engine with a three-ton lithium battery mined by children in the Congo is a 'clean' alternative. Both sides are essentially arguing over the most aesthetic way to run a car off a cliff. The Right wants to hit the accelerator in a cloud of black smoke, while the Left wants to engage the autopilot while sipping an oat-milk latte. The result is identical, yet we are forced to treat this as a high-stakes intellectual debate rather than a collective suicide pact.

Project 2025, for those who haven’t had the misfortune of reading its thousand-page manifesto of grievances, is a blueprint for a total capture of the administrative state. Furchtgott-Roth’s contribution is to ensure that the US remains shackled to the energy sources of the Gilded Age. She views the transition to renewables not as a technical challenge, but as a personal insult to the American spirit. In her world, sovereignty isn’t about freedom of speech or the right to privacy; it’s about the sovereign right to pump liquid dinosaurs into a tank so we can sit in traffic on the 405. The sheer lack of imagination required to view the entire future of a civilization through the lens of a drilling rig is, frankly, breathtaking.

What makes this truly pathetic is the underlying fear. These 'strategists' are terrified of a world where they don't have a giant, central furnace to worship. Renewable energy is decentralized and difficult to monopolize, which makes it a nightmare for the kind of control-freak bureaucrats that the Heritage Foundation pretends to hate but actually wants to replace with their own flavor of authoritarianism. By insisting on coal and gas, they ensure that power remains concentrated in the hands of the very few entities capable of infrastructure-heavy extraction. It’s not about 'energy independence'; it’s about dependence on the right people.

Meanwhile, the rest of the planet watches this American psychodrama with a mixture of horror and exhaustion. Furchtgott-Roth's defiance toward international cooperation—her refusal to let 'anyone stop us'—is the final gasp of a dying era. It’s the sound of a species that would rather choke on its own exhaust than admit that someone else might have a better idea. She portrays any move toward sustainability as a foreign imposition, a plot by the globalists to weaken the American hegemon. It is the ultimate cynical pivot: framing environmental destruction as an act of patriotic resistance.

In the end, we are left with a vision of a future that looks suspiciously like a soot-covered past. Furchtgott-Roth and her cohorts at Project 2025 aren't looking to lead America into the 21st century; they are trying to dig a hole deep enough to hide from it. They have looked at the melting ice caps, the shifting climates, and the technological evolution of the rest of the world and decided that the real problem is that we aren't burning enough coal. It would be funny if we weren't all trapped on the same sinking ship as these lunatics. But as the water rises, at least Diana can take comfort in the fact that the rescue boats will be powered by the very finest petroleum products, assuming they don't run out of gas before they reach the shore.