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The oilspill in perspective (updated)

hat tip to The Duty

A strategic perspective on the oil spill and outrage HERE.

A representative quote:

We Americans have been abused again and again by those we trusted. First it was the banks. Now it’s the oil companies. It’s not that we had some wide-eyed innocence about how moral and ethical they were – this is business after all.

But we expected them to have a clue how to do their jobs. We expected the banks to be smart enough to know not to put the entire world’s financial system at risk just for a few extra winnings at the gambling table. We expected the oil companies, who were engaging in acts of simply astounding engineering prowess, to have worked out contingency plans to mitigate the obvious risks of drilling holes in the ocean floor 5,000 feet down.

It’s not even that mistakes were made or things went wrong. What’s enraging Americans is the completely cavalier attitude these ultra-rich executives have shown in the face of their utter stupidity. Watching these executives give testimony, it feels like we’re watching teenagers claim “I dunno” after they wrecked the family car in a joyride.

In today’s news, the spew goes unchecked as capping failed and nine miles of beach in Pensacola was covered in sludge, per Anderson Cooper.

March 9, 2009

WARNING!!!: LANGUAGE IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK

shut up, he explained

shut up, he explained


TODAY’S THOUGHT

The more you know
The less you understand

Tao te Ching #47

I’ve read about alcoholism. I’ve read AA’s “Big Book” and the so-called 12X12 and other AA approved literature. I’ve read lots of other stuff, too. But, really, I don’t know all that much about the disease and don’t pay nearly as much attention to the subject as I might. Lots and lots of people know a lot more about it than I do. However, I do have an understanding of what it is like not to have any alcohol for more than 12 continuous years, no matter how much you may want a beer, a flute of champagne or a couple fingers Scotch, single malt, neat, with a sidecar of still water over ice. What that understanding is that I have I can’t tell you. I don’t have words for it. Even if I did have the words, you still would have only the knowledge of what I said and not my understanding of what I’ve lived on a day at a time basis.
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