Joseph Coat-of-Many-Colors --What does he think?

I was overflying the plains and noticed next a handsome young man wearing a Technicolor Dream Coat. My admiration invited conversation. We began about the farmland below and the crops grown thereon and our national granaries when he suddenly opined about the bees that their disappearance was only one actor precipitating a coming famine. He continued by saying that biofuel madness was as bad and maybe even worse. Our conversation turned to that. We inspected the slow moving landscape from 30 thousand feet, and imagined directly below us, a biofuel plant. We then attempted to calculate the cirference about that point of the animal and human foodstuff necessary to feed its relentless maw. Was it to the horizon ; or, halfway to the horizon ; whatever, we agreed, it was an immense diversion of food crop into such a peculiar enterprise. He called it amazingly to me, because he did not look at all capable of modern business speak, “corporate welfare.” He then recalled that the seven-year Egyptian drought probably would have had about the same impact year-to-year as we were inviting upon ourselves. But in this 21st Century case he ventured, "We are not talking seven years, we are talking 'forever'". And at this point Joe (he had invited me to contract his name) abruptly muttered, "Fools!" We both sat silent at that, thinking our own thoughts. We said our farewells at an MCI carousel but not before I commented with admiration on his camel-hide carrying bag.