Unacceptable Contrition


The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is a disaster for the ocean. Another blow against Nature. An unparalleled ecological disaster without any end in sight. British Petroleum, Halliburton, and the Bureau of Mines and Minerals. Capitol, science, and government. A Triumvirate of failure. The American people want to know why. Someone had to take the blame. None are willing to get out of there cars.

“We are approaching the time of no cars,” I said at a restaurant the other night in NYC.

“We will always have cars.” My female friend defended the marriage of fire and the wheel.

“No, there are 6 billion people. The prediction is for 9 billion by 2050.” One collapsian scientist is convinced the population will be much smaller. A billion. The other 8 billion will not exist. I tend to agree with him. On the quiet for such doomsaying is regarded as madness by those folks locked into the consumer cycle. I added to the conversation. “At present there are 600 million cars on Earth. Double that in another 30 years. The Chinese want to romance the road too. No way the world can support that many cars.”

‘How am I supposed to drive to work?” My friend asked without thinking about the subway.

“You will not drive. No one will. There will be no cars.” I had seen the future in 2OO2 film THE TIME MACHINE. The protagonist’s stop in 2037 reveals a carless existence. This potentiality is destroyed by fragments of a crumbling moon. We are doomed no matter what, however President Obama visited Louisiana this week mindful that his predecessor’s forays over the hurricane-ravaged Gulf Coast had been view by the media as ‘too little, too late’.

BP bears the brunt of the blame for the catastrophe. Its chief executive Tony Hayward was quoted by the press as saying “I want my life back” and the Gulf is “a big ocean”.

President Obama had kittens upon hearing these statements.

“I came to Louisiana to find how whose ass I have to kick.”

The answer is obvious.

BP and our own.

It’s hard waking up to face that fat person in the mirror.

But that fat fuck isn’t not going away until the oil and cars go away too.

“I ahve seen the enemy and it is us.” – Pogo.

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