Conservation is for wusses.
There is a certain kind of person who thinks a certain other kind of person is a sissy. The first kind thinks it's a birthright to fill up the Silverado, put a cold one in the cupholder, crank up the radio and drive off into the wide open spaces. Mass transit is for pointy-headed Easterners, and every room should be as cool as a meat locker. Drill for it like a crazed dentist. If that doesn't do the trick, let's blast for coal and rebuild Three Mile Island.