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the eve of destruction
May. 3rd, 2010 08:55 amDear America:
I hope those of you enjoying the bounty of seafood from Louisiana are prepared to do without. I hope any of you that depend on plywood, steel, bananas, petrol and, worst of all, COFFEE, are prepared to either pay exorbitant prices or simply not buy. And gasoline? Oh, if you thought the price increases from Katrina and Gulf War 2 were bad, you're in for a peach of a ride soon. Surprise, surprise! All of those things must sail through a path about to be saturated with sweet crude. Oh, well, you didn't need that stuff anyway, right? Cause you all use 100% recycled building materials, have a self-sustaining food supply, buy bio-degradable products and drive bio-diesel hybrids, right? And you didn't need to export anything through the Mississippi delta either, correct? Or sail any cruise ships out there?
It wasn't enough that anyone south of I-10, from Brownsville to Biloxi, has been on the receiving end of the chemical backwash of America. Surely, we could use more of that corporate douchebaggery: robbing our hardwood swamps of cypress so you could put mulch in your flowerbeds; polluting the Mississippi with fertilizer runoff so you could raise subsidized crops; drilling for profit in our delicate marshlands until they were shredded and falling into the sea; disposing tons of live ordinance deep into our bluewater fisheries. And oil. Oil, that slick black stuff of dreams, oozing from wells dotting the map across the Gulf. And now edging into the most delicate coastal ecosystem in North America, marshlands that will die completely, washing away the very last vestiges of our natural storm-surge system.
I won't even touch the economic H-bomb resulting from this mess.
Sleep well, America. Someone needs to, right?
A dejected Cajun in New Orleans
I hope those of you enjoying the bounty of seafood from Louisiana are prepared to do without. I hope any of you that depend on plywood, steel, bananas, petrol and, worst of all, COFFEE, are prepared to either pay exorbitant prices or simply not buy. And gasoline? Oh, if you thought the price increases from Katrina and Gulf War 2 were bad, you're in for a peach of a ride soon. Surprise, surprise! All of those things must sail through a path about to be saturated with sweet crude. Oh, well, you didn't need that stuff anyway, right? Cause you all use 100% recycled building materials, have a self-sustaining food supply, buy bio-degradable products and drive bio-diesel hybrids, right? And you didn't need to export anything through the Mississippi delta either, correct? Or sail any cruise ships out there?
It wasn't enough that anyone south of I-10, from Brownsville to Biloxi, has been on the receiving end of the chemical backwash of America. Surely, we could use more of that corporate douchebaggery: robbing our hardwood swamps of cypress so you could put mulch in your flowerbeds; polluting the Mississippi with fertilizer runoff so you could raise subsidized crops; drilling for profit in our delicate marshlands until they were shredded and falling into the sea; disposing tons of live ordinance deep into our bluewater fisheries. And oil. Oil, that slick black stuff of dreams, oozing from wells dotting the map across the Gulf. And now edging into the most delicate coastal ecosystem in North America, marshlands that will die completely, washing away the very last vestiges of our natural storm-surge system.
I won't even touch the economic H-bomb resulting from this mess.
Sleep well, America. Someone needs to, right?
A dejected Cajun in New Orleans
