I swore I wouldn't come back here, but I can smell the oil. It's that close.
The only reason I can smell the oil is that a front passed through, changing the direction of the winds; and that front stopped shoving the waft of the oil down the noses of my Gulf Coast neighbors.
Drill, baby, drill?
No, baby, let's not.
I still maintain that we should encourage alternative forms of energy--wind turbines, solar panels, and it occurs to me that we have one mighty force of natural energy in the Mississippi River...but? Tsk...
This is the kind of talk that gets me in trouble.
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The first thing we did here was make calls to find out who was still working pipe. The second thing we did was watch the tides and weather...and now? We wait.
This directly effects our local economy, our health, and general attitude regarding hope and promise as we continue to bank on the only thing we've got--our homes, our land, and businesses.
I refer back to a previous argument regarding Global Warming. I still maintain we dismiss the semantics and start living our lives cleaner and more efficiently--as if our lives depended on it.
I live right here on the Mississippi River, and I watch those mighty currents--note the tides, the seasons, and I stand on the levees, watching in awe at the sheer power of that water...and I wonder why we can't find a way to utilize that and make it work for us, instead of trying to train a river intent on carving its own path through our dubious community plans.
When I think like this, I find myself more patriotic than most would believe, because call me naive, call me idealistic, but I honestly believe in the ingenuity of the people of the United States. I believe we can find another way.
I am not so naive as to believe that this will be done without a profit incentive, however. I actually believe that change will have to be legislated via tax cuts and of course, tax penalties for corporations unwilling to make the pricey changes without such incentives and demerits.
And yes, that all stinks of regulation.
The oil stinks too. I can smell it from my backyard. It's more than unsettling to know that I live in an area that was soaked in benzine and other carcinogens after many floods courtesy of many more storms; it's more than disheartening that after New Orleans rallied like a Superbowl Champion to maintain her culture to learn that we have even more on our plate than red beans and rice.
I said I wasn't coming back to The Alley.
Why not? Everybody else does.
This stuff is everybody's business though.
Invest in "plantics". If you make money from that stock, send me a small percentage?
I'm going to bed.
Off to the crypt I creep...