What does 1,000,000 gallons of oil a day ravaging our environment look like, as we speak?
Likely you've already had that horrific little underwater preview:
By now, the Gulf Coast is turning into one disastrous mess, for the Gulf residents, the birds, fish, plants, everything.
I just wonder at what point did Pert Palin's handlers decide to delete bouncy little "DBD!" Republican Refrain from her boiler plate road show. Or--nooooooo--she's still at it??
In any event, Demos should pray that Gov. Sarah DOES indeed get the 2012 GOP presidential nomination, so this little beauty can be shared with the voters day & night on every network and the all over the blessed blogosphere:
Thanks for sharing, Sarah, Big Oil, and our bird-brained Republican friends.
“Most people," remarked naturalist John Muir, "are on the world, not in it--having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them--undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate."
I take it back, with apologies to the birds. It's granite-brained Republican friends.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Understanding The Gaza Crisis: A Blunt, Unsparing Expose Of American-supported Israel's Nazi Tactics Eliminating Another People
The facts aren't just searingly painful. The situation is outrageous, disgusting, unbearable.
The perpetrators continue running their machine on your tax dollars, Americans. Generously squeezed out of a sheep-like Congress, year after year after year, by the crushingly effective Israeli lobby, AIPAC.
The Israeli Regime just committed another act of piracy today, to maintain its Warsaw Ghetto as the world's largest open air prison. And what a hell on earth place they've transformed Gaza.
There is no reason on earth to partner up with war criminals. Have a look at this report's "plain language" and ask yourself the question:
"Who is it that's in the cast in this 'War On Terror'?"
Friday, June 4, 2010
What's painfully clear is that the might-makes-right dictum too often plagues our world, whether local, national, or global. Perhaps some tyrannical boss at the office trashing ethics or a politician you trusted betraying his promises or some foreign power bullying anyone in the way of its "national interest."
We watched our faithful U.S. government-backed Israeli stormtroopers come blasting aboard an unarmed mercy fleet, like Blackbeard's pirates on a plunder. All because some humanitarians were simply trying to give hungry, homeless refugees in the world's largest open air prison some food and housing materials.
It is sickening beyond words.
The insult to injury is Israel and its apologists' appalling fabrications trying to justify such cruelty, a relentless process that began over 60 years ago when the Palestinians were ethnically cleansed from their homes.
Not that such barbarism and suffering has been limited to the Middle East, of course. It's a universal curse and has been the root of so much grief. One of the most overpowering expressions I've ever witnessed of this angst is a 1965 ballad, utterly timeless.
You'd only have to graft some contemporary events onto the lyrics and one would never tell the difference.
"The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace...."
The Dylanesque message resonates like few others have and the singer unleashes it with a pathos that nearly mows me down.
But like that potent scene of DeNiro getting battered in the ring in "Raging Bull," he taunts his tormentor with the assurance that he "nevah went doooown."
Even if he did, or you do, just get the hell back up, no matter what. Stay on your feet, moving in the direction of the headwaters of faith.
Maya Angelou's immortal words sparkle in the water. Get in. Rejuvenate. One beleaguered person, or an entire nation under siege, it works.
"Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide,
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
And with the elation, the promise of a different kind of "eve" comes into view.
A more spiritual, comforting realm.
Call it, for want of a better term......the "Eve Of Construction."