So the top-kill thing is working... sort of... which means that oil isn't hemorrhaging into the Gulf anymore, or at the very least it's slowed down considerably. That's good, right?
Yeah, sure. I guess.
Now we just have to figure out what to do with the untold millions of gallons of oil and fuel swirling around. It's already washing up on the beaches at Grand Isle. The Chandeleur Islands have been fucked for weeks now. Everywhere I look I see images of pelicans covered in crude.
Everyone has lots of Very Serious things to say regarding this oil spill/leak/gusher. Lots of talk about what a tragedy it is, an environmental disaster. Lots of hand-wringing and pontificating about the poor fishermen whose industry is about to be wiped out for who knows how many years. How long did it take the Prince William Sound to come back after the Exxon Valdez? Exactly.
Yes, lots of talking. Not much action, though, even right here on the frontlines. I'm not saying you have to go down to the Louisiana coastline with a scrub brush. But have you maybe started turning the lights off when you leave the room? Using your air-conditioner less? Stop leaving it blasting when you leave the house? "But I want the house to be cool when I get home from work."
Maybe you could take the bus to work, or ride your bicycle. Maybe you could walk the two blocks to bar down the street, instead of drive. Yes J, I'm looking at you here. "But it's hot out. I don't want to walk. I need the AC." To drive to the pool? Are you fucking kidding me?
Little things, people. They make a difference...
Friday, May 28, 2010
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Not doing the little things leads up to big oil spills. Sadly.
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