June 4th, 2010

poisonous and evil rubbish

I want life back

In amongst the usual stuff on my flist this morning, there was this.

Embedded in there, there was this.

And in that silence that was mentioned, the breaking of my heart was quite audible. Loud. Sharp.

Dear GOD, people. Dear GOD. It looks as bad now as anything has ever looked before and *it isn't over yet*. I am in turns frightened and furious. We will not rest until we break this planet, this lovely fragile world which we have been given stewardship over, and scatter the ashes into the great cosmic indifference.

The BP CEO famously said, "I want my life back". Poor baby. He means he wants back the life of moneyed ease and no responsibilities, the kind where he kicks back on a tropical beach with a cocktail with a bright paper umbrella and gets a nice tan. Well, Sir CEO, here's the thing. YOU DON'T GET THAT. Not ever again, if there is any justice in the world. Don't utter the word "leak" ever again, this is no leak, and if you don't understand that I'll send you a dictionary for Christmas. If there was any justice you'd be down there doing donkey scut work on the dead shore, saving what you can. At the very least you should be forced to take your sunset cocktails on the fouled beaches of the Gulf, with the sight and the stink and the muffled sound of oiled water hitting shore the only thing that you are allowed to pay attention to. You should hand over every cent of your own personal fortune for the cleanup.

You should, in short, climb down from the rarefied heights and become once again a regular human being (if that is possible any longer). THIS IS YOUR WORLD TOO. It was broken on YOUR watch. Because the company at whose helm you so proudly stand was too cheap to have contingency plans in place.

We broke the ocean. We are breaking the land that surrounds it. There is nothing here but death and silence.

And my heart is still breaking.
some days...

To each and every recipient of the $10 BILLION dividend paid out to shareholders byBP...

Enjoy your money.

Every time you buy an expensive cup of yuppie coffee with the proceeds of your dividend, think of this

Every time you shell out lots of moolah on a new pair of shoes to join the dozens already in your wardrobe, think of this

Every time you sit back on a lounger in a luxury resort on a vacation paid for by that money, think of this

Or go here, or here, just to remind yourself.

If you've any heart or conscience you'd take that check and send it straight to some environmental or government agency or volunteer organization or research facility where they are working to try and stem this tide of death. Do you have any idea how much TEN BILLION DOLLARS would buy?

Better still, BP, stop spending another red cent on PR or advertising - it's way oh so WAY too late for that! - and put all those millions into trying to repair the wreckage in your wake. Your CEO should donate a year's salary, AT LEAST, to this. And those golden bonuses which I am sure he is still getting (bonuses for WHAT?!) I heard another choice quote today. The BP head honcho was saying that there was plenty of fallout over this, but "... I have a pretty good kevlar jacket, and I'm pretty unscathed."

Scathe him, someone. PLEASE scathe him. Please. He is the head of the company. The buck stops with him. At the very least, the VERY least, run him out of town on a rail - there should be plenty of both tar and feathers on the beaches of the Gulf to do this thing properly.

With great power and privilege comes great responsibility. Make him take responsibility for this:


Make someone take responsibility.

Make it stop.

And people? Out here in the USA? If you get wind that your elected representative is one of those who is advocating offshore drilling anywhere else, please send that representative some of these photographs. And ask them to imagine that the pictures came from a place that was dear to their own heart.