"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross."
-- Sinclair Lewis
Friday, May 28, 2010
Krakatoa, South Of Mississippi: Musings On The Oil Debacle Of 2010
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-By Noah
Like everyone else, I have been following the destruction being wrought by Bastard Petroleum’s Deepwater Horizon oil fiasco. I do it with disgust and some kind of morbid fascination. Somehow words like disaster, debacle, and fiasco just don’t describe the carnage. I see the whole damn thing as a giant metaphor for just how low some of us can sink. I look at BP CEO Tony Hayward’s reptilian eyes and I see the evil that lies behind them. For the last several days, there is talk about the oil that BP is pumping into the gulf entering what is known as the “loop current” which will carry the oil through the Florida Keys and murder the Caribbean coral reefs that act as so much more than just being part of the food chain for the region. They are among the oldest and largest, and certainly most important coral reefs in the world. Why? Well, among the obvious role they play in the world of nature, it is little known (because the corporate controlled media fail to mention it) that the reefs supply some very important medicines to humankind, including those, such as ARA-C that we use to fight various cancers.
So, while BP and their partners in crime, Transocean (which has already pocketed $401 million in insurance for their destroyed rig) and the nefarious Halliburton, have precious weeks worrying about saving what’s left of the oil well more than stopping the oil, I muse about some twisted twerp of a politician who always supported Big Oil, lying, at some future date, in a hospital bed waiting for a medicine that is in short supply. Oh, what am I worried about? The best medicines and the top health care are always available to the worst of our society. Maybe I should just settle for the comfort that hurricane season is almost here and maybe, just maybe, we’ll get to see a BP oil slick driven by 150 mile an hour winds rip through the homes of such living sacks of shit as Trent Lott and Haley Barbour. The horror of that is that there would be so much collateral damage, so I hope it doesn’t really happen, even to them. Maybe, I can just take those two sacks for an afternoon of waterskiing in the gulf. Let them feel that nice oil spray in their faces as I route them through the massive slick. Might be nice to see a couple of Neo-Confederate clowns with highly suspect racial attitudes end up in oily black face anyway. And, if it gets too dark to see them as the day progresses, I can always throw a couple of flares in the “water.”
Here’s the Governor of Mississippi, Haley Barbour acting as a PR flak for BP on May 17th, when one of the numerous plumes of oil had already reached 10 miles in length and 3 miles in width as an estimated 5000 barrels (1 barrel=42 gallons, ie. 210,000 gallons) a day poured out of BP’s broken well.
"It’s nothing like the Exxon Valdez… It’s just as possible that what happens here will be manageable and of moderate and even minimal impact.”
Well, he’s partly right. It’s nothing like the Exxon Valdez. It’s a whole lot bigger. You can hear the derision towards assclowns like Barbour around the world. By BP’s own estimates, the oil reservoir that is erupting out into the Gulf of Mexico holds at least 50 million barrels of oil. Do the math. Ya know, Haley, the Exxon Valdez just wasn’t that big. I can only imagine the rage I would feel if I made my living by catching shrimp for Barbour’s daily rich old white guy snob-fest cocktail parties.
Back in 2005, a lot of the political vermin class expressed all kinds of concern for Terri Schiavo and spared no energy or expense to “save” her when she was already brain dead and doomed, exploiting her sad case to the max for political gain. So-called President Dubya even used up some taxpayer dollars to make a big show of flying back to Washington from his stage prop ranch in Texas to sign a piece of paper that could have been faxed to him. These lowlifes could be expressing the same amount of concern for the environment, the livelihoods of those that feed us from the sea, and those whose families count on people coming to the local beaches and hotels. Instead, all they care about is BP. They don’t even bother to mention the 11 workers who died on the rig. We’ve never ever even heard their names or seen their photos. You can look at the likes of corpulent old Haley and almost see the BP cash sticking out of the pockets of his button-popping suit.
BP’s CEO Tony Hayward has been a master finger pointer and obfuscator from day one of this horrible on-going event, fudging the gush amounts along the way. Here he is along one of his media stops (The Candy Crowley Show) on the great BP “Nothing To See Here” tour.
“I think the environmental impact of this disaster is likely to have been very, very modest. It’s impossible to say and we will mount, as part of the aftermath, a very detailed environmental assessment, but everything we can see at the moment suggests that the overall environmental impact of this will be very, very modest.”
Yeah, “Very, very modest.” Exxon said the same thing. They still claim that the environmental impact of the Exxon Valdez catastrophe was modest, but the truth is that you can go to the Prince William Sound beaches that were affected by the Exxon Valdez catastrophe, dig down a foot, and come up with plenty of Exxon's best crude. Do we even have to mention the lives that were ruined then and will be now? Don’t worry. Bastard Petroleum won’t. Their solution will be to run more of those “We love the Earth. We’re so green” commercials. Meanwhile, the canary in the coal mine in this story is the hundreds of dead sea turtles, already endangered before this, washing up on the gulf coast shores. Have some soup, Tony.
Yeah, BP is so green that they decided not to put a $500,000 acoustic switch safety device in place that is mandated in other areas of the world but not here off our shores.
BP’s excuse and the excuse they sold to the alleged government regulators was that catastrophic failure of Deepwater Horizon was impossible. Sure. Give me $250,000 and I’ll sort of believe anything you say; wink, wink.
The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that can not possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair. -Douglas Adams
The switch device could have prevented this whole disaster but the old corporate arrogance came into play and BP decided that since the bought and paid for U.S. government didn’t require the device and since they were so filled with corporate arrogance and sure of their own infallibility, they’d just go on without it. Genius. $500,000 or billions in clean up and untold damage; you decide. [An executive made that decision, maybe even a committee of executives. You think we'll ever learn their names? See them questioned by judicial authorities?]
In the near future, BP will buy the “best scientists” they can, even if the have to go all the way to the Creation Museum in Kentucky to do it. By the time they are done, they’ll practically be saying what a good thing the disaster was. Hey, you’ve heard of how good fish oil is, haven’t you? Well, we made the fish on your plate even oilier! One thing BP is not, is green. Little mention is made of the solvent, Corexit, that they are pumping into the Gulf. This solvent is reportedly more toxic than the oil itself and it’s use is banned in the waters around many countries, including BP’s home country, Britain. Ostensibly, Corexit’s job is to break up the oil, but it only does it on the surface. For BP, it’s a nice side effect that the solvent keeps surface covered with water instead of oil. But what about the massive waves of oil just below the surface? That’s right. It’s cosmetic as much as anything. What we can’t see doesn’t hurt us. Well, it doesn’t hurt Big Oil. So, even when we see a slick, imagine how much is just below the surface; just below that top layer of water. It’s all about image management; a better PR picture. The fact that BP is, at the same time, guaranteeing a future dead sea that will top New York Harbor means little to those of no conscience. Even the lampreys will swim for their lives. Might be nice to save some and put them in Tony’s bubble bath. I’m assuming he bathes.
Man, this swine-boy Hayward is good. Full of that British pseudo charm that people just want to fall for, thinking he can just wave it all away like some grown up Harry Potter and his magic wand. Notice the calculated lack of suit and tie. He’s a real man of the people that Tony, just like the Kray Brothers, only Tony controls a weapon of mass destruction and that weapon is assaulting this country. Of course, most of the media hacks go along with the fairy tale and fail to ask the questions that should be asked. No, instead the news show producers practically play “Don’t Stop Believing” in the background whenever they invite poor, suffering, beleaguered sociopathic swine boy on to do some more magic spin. To Hayward, it’s all just a PR problem:
“We will only win if we win the hearts and minds of the local community. It’s a big challenge.”
Tony, the time for that passed a month ago. Next thing you know, you’ll have a British version of Tokyo Rose set up in the gulf on one of his ships and she’ll be telling people in the Gulf states how good the oily water is for them, that they should swim in it, cook with it and spread it on their lawns. The only thing Hayward has cared about is BP’s bottom line, not the bottom line of American fishers and shrimpers, not a way of life for so many Gulf Coast residents, and certainly not their health.
So, now, tar balls are washing up on those beautiful beaches of The Keys, and the U.S. Coast Guard has the nerve and the gall to tell us that said tar balls are probably not related to BP’s oil. Man, what planet do all these people come from? What kind of parenting did they get? Do they even know of words and concepts like morality and integrity? It’s rhetorical question. We know the answer. And, even if by some chance those tar balls did have no relation to the Deepwater Horizon, who is seriously asking where did they come from and what can be done about it? Oh, and why has the Coast Guard threatened a CBS News crew with arrest just for trying to cover a story? Hmmm. Money doesn’t talk. It swears, and BP’s money is swearing really loud.
"It’s just as possible that what happens here will be manageable"
He's right of course, in the PR sense. They're already managing it very well. A few more months of high-powered propaganda from politicians and Faux, and the whole thing will be accepted as a minor and unavoidable accident.
BP will pay a small fine and 0.1% of the cleanup costs. No one will go to jail. O'Bummer will concentrate on looking forward. Business as usual.
Terrific post. Getting at the scope of this atrocity is important. Good job at doing so. Below is my poem trying to do the same thing from a different angle. Hope you enjoy (link; and pasted in).
Here beside my breathing Bayou Teche true lifeblood of our Acadian creche my second sight so easily stretches oer the realm of the fishermen's catch and the damage caused by greed and its wretches I mourn for the view that's meant us for the floating early grave that's sent us the oncoming waters of New Atlantis
I see your sea birds' desperate flailing overwhelmed, hopes frail and lean and our skimmers' regretful sailing while retching toxins oer the railing dreading more each year's new gale e'en as I ponder night and daily the meaning of the mighty pirates failing as mon amis must keep on bailing
To the inland coast of Banglateche come the lapping waves of New Atlantis through the heaving booms of helpless mesh by the isles of decaying detritus carrying bodies of beings you'd have to guess a tide of mayhem, murder, and mindless mess witnessed by this Cajun Cervantes tilting seaward like a mantis raging with a sacred wailing for a time of great white whaling a catch of mighty pirates failing their lies and sad excuses trailing all the way to their righteous jailing as mon amis still keep on bailing
New Atlantis and Banglateche our refuge now becomes the depths our solid ground eternally wet yet we wonder where to throw our nets and how we'll throw each jour de fete oh Evangeline you sweet coquette we thought we'd somehow save you yet your marshes and heron, cheniers and egret the sheltering cypress, the saltgrass carpet the oyster and crab, the shrimp we've met All of life, we are in your debt as heart to heart and tete to tete we grieve for the diet of poison you'll get for your suffering we've more than our share of regret as the years roll by a la morte de roulette le bon temps au revoir et allons Banglateche we pray that somehow we can all start afresh as out in New Atlantis the pirates keep failing and mon amis must keep on bailing
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"It’s just as possible that what happens here will be manageable"
He's right of course, in the PR sense. They're already managing it very well. A few more months of high-powered propaganda from politicians and Faux, and the whole thing will be accepted as a minor and unavoidable accident.
BP will pay a small fine and 0.1% of the cleanup costs. No one will go to jail. O'Bummer will concentrate on looking forward. Business as usual.
"the United States has only 4.6 of the world’s population but uses 21% of the world’s energy"
I never liked that argument. I wish you wouldn't use it.
Instead of calculating resources used per person, it would be better to calculate resources used per unit of economic output.
Calculate output in any reasonable manner, including quality of life etc. But "per person" is just misleading.
Terrific post. Getting at the scope of this atrocity is important. Good job at doing so. Below is my poem trying to do the same thing from a different angle. Hope you enjoy (link; and pasted in).
http://lapiltz.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-atlantis-and-banglateche-by-houma.html
New Atlantis and Banglateche
By Houma Cayenne
Here beside my breathing Bayou Teche
true lifeblood of our Acadian creche
my second sight so easily stretches
oer the realm of the fishermen's catch
and the damage caused by greed and its wretches
I mourn for the view that's meant us
for the floating early grave that's sent us
the oncoming waters of New Atlantis
I see your sea birds' desperate flailing
overwhelmed, hopes frail and lean
and our skimmers' regretful sailing
while retching toxins oer the railing
dreading more each year's new gale e'en
as I ponder night and daily
the meaning of the mighty pirates failing
as mon amis must keep on bailing
To the inland coast of Banglateche
come the lapping waves of New Atlantis
through the heaving booms of helpless mesh
by the isles of decaying detritus
carrying bodies of beings you'd have to guess
a tide of mayhem, murder, and mindless mess
witnessed by this Cajun Cervantes
tilting seaward like a mantis
raging with a sacred wailing
for a time of great white whaling
a catch of mighty pirates failing
their lies and sad excuses trailing
all the way to their righteous jailing
as mon amis still keep on bailing
New Atlantis and Banglateche
our refuge now becomes the depths
our solid ground eternally wet
yet we wonder where to throw our nets
and how we'll throw each jour de fete
oh Evangeline you sweet coquette
we thought we'd somehow save you yet
your marshes and heron, cheniers and egret
the sheltering cypress, the saltgrass carpet
the oyster and crab, the shrimp we've met
All of life, we are in your debt
as heart to heart and tete to tete
we grieve for the diet of poison you'll get
for your suffering we've more than our share of regret
as the years roll by a la morte de roulette
le bon temps au revoir et allons Banglateche
we pray that somehow we can all start afresh
as out in New Atlantis the pirates keep failing
and mon amis must keep on bailing
(Larry Piltz)
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