When I said that Katrina was not a freak storm--people said I suffered from PTS. When BP's mishaps soiled the remaining wetlands of Louisiana, and I begged for corporate responsibility--everyone was silent. Almost everyone.
I said, I posted in these forums, that BP should be charged with manslaughter, because I knew, so very well, the men (and a few women) who risked their lives to work on these poorly regulated oil rigs. I, Lady Goodman, a.k.a. serenity blaze, sat on their porches, drank beer with them, listened to their stories, and commiserated regarding their fears of going to work, vs. filing a safety grievance--which would have ultimately resulted in these folks being fired--forced into early retirement--blackballed from the only skilled trade they'd ever known.
does not gratify me, as it won't gratify the families of those who lost their loved ones. It won't replace the damage done to delicately replaced wetlands corroded by years of neglect to our wetlands and coast. I realize the amount of money decreed sounds exorbitant, but it's quite possibly less than a third of money lost as the people of Louisiana took yet another hit to their already fragile culture--their economy, and resulting ly our general good nature of hospitality. ?
If this turns political? Feel free to move it to The Alley.
I posted it here because I thought justice would repair the pain of injury--the absolute onslaught of "ain't there no more"...
I just feel rather empty now, as I watch the states who protested about being treated as a stepchild, file petitions to secede the union--and YES, it is true that I once stated that if New Orleans was considered beyond repair, that the U.S. should return us back to France.
But I never organized a petition. Had I been presented with legal papers at that time, I might have signed them in the heat of that moment. It was a painful time, and like a couple in the throes of a marital spat threatening divorce? I said and typed, mean reactive things to mean and hateful stuff spawned by a mean and hateful media--and amplified by a few parrots--a medium with no better agenda than that to stoke the fires of discord in the huge hearts of the great citizens of the U.S.,a distraction in search of the almighty dollar.
And yep, I realize I am rambling.
So is everybody else.
But to get back to my point? I think justice was done.
And I still feel empty.
I think it must be true that the secret to a happy ending is knowing when to stop telling the story.
I apologize for this "spoil". <--rhymes with oil..
and no, I didn't think that was funny
g'nite folks. G'nite Ron.