more rosy news from the black sea

First turtles, then jellyfish, and now dolphins. Doesn't fair well for the balance of food chains in the Gulf.

Dead Dolphins Wash Up On Coast


BP's second go at a well cap:

'Top hat' reaches Gulf of Mexico floor, BP says


Teabaggers unite! The commy pinko green berets did it!

Ten percent of Americans believe environmentalists intentionally caused oil spill


Miami-Herald's take on the effect of the spill on wildlife in the Gulf. Great graphic slideshow on the left.

Gulf oil spill puts a fragile world in peril


Could this be the start of a real green movement?

Green groups hope Gulf of Mexico oil spill galvanizes movement

Like I've said before, get ready for that wallet to take a wallop: oil production is about to dive. When the slick hits the vicinity of the rigs in the gulf, the state will be forcing them to shut down.

State warns oil rigs in Gulf

Dreams of oyster poboys

With abject disgust do I read the morning rag, recycled news strewn about the place, headlines redux. I whiff the bouquet of greed in the afternoon breeze, knowing full well its source. We dance around the topic, denying the implications, pushing away the inevitable consequences like so many crawfish shells. Anticipation approaches that of a storm, but the camera's in slo-mo. No matter the conversation, the talk turns to "it", in the same vein we followed after Katrina: something you shouldn't discuss but invariably will. You can bury yourself in a hole if you like, but it won't change a single thing.

I fear for my fishing brethren, commercial or not, grounded by the powers that be, offered money to sail amongst the very flotsam of destruction, breathing the fumes of their future's demise. Generations of family tradition, so many times beaten but never defeated, facing its last stand, a deathly tide destroying the fabric of their trade.

I pore over the photographs of vacations past, seeing stretches of sugar sand soon to be stained with thick rust from a thousand fathoms beneath the sea. Will my children swim those waters again?

And what of the wildlife? Tales of rotting porpoise, turtle and jellyfish come across the wire, but the creatures below the surface, what of them? That I cannot eat raw oysters today pales in comparison to the losses to come.

The sadness settles, nesting with the gray times of post-K. Just another day in paradise.