When it comes to reacting to this BP oil spill in the Gulf, people are feeling a lot of things these days. We feel anger, obviously, for a multitude of reasons. We feel frustration, too, and sadness. Tucked way up here in Minnesota, our sadness pales in comparison to, say, someone who makes their living from the Gulf waters and is now facing a bleak future. You know, the level of sadness that makes a fisherman take his boat out into the Gulf the other day and shoot himself in the head. Yes, the oil spill-inspired suicides are starting to pile up.
We also feel helpless…powerless, to do anything about anything. Our government doesn’t seem too concerned. Sure, the Obama Administration placed a six-month moratorium on new offshore drilling leases, but if this were an old TV sitcom, the laugh track would have kicked in right after the word “leases” earlier in this sentence. Soon, it will be business as usual in the oil drilling industry. Shell has all sorts of new leases ready to go, and, before the Gulf spill, an environmental impact assessment conducted by oil-lover Ken Salazar and his fearless Department of Interior staff didn’t even bother to consider a worst-case spill of 20,000 barrels a day because it simply wouldn’t happen. Do you think that assessment has been modified at all since the Gulf spill? Nope.
Then there’s BP itself. Once the moratorium is up, they’ll get busy in Arctic waters, where they’ve built their own gravel island that they’re calling “Liberty.” Doing something never done before, they’re going to drill a couple miles beneath the frigid ocean floor, then drill six to eight more miles horizontally to get to the oil. In 2008, a BP official, describing the process, said it’s “about as sexy as it gets.” And it’s going to happen, even though if a Gulf-like disaster happened in Arctic waters, it would take weeks for anyone to get there even to begin to assess the situation and try to figure out what to do. Oh, and the weather is the “harshest on the planet” up there, BP says, but they’re going to try for a year-round operation and hope that things don’t get too nasty.
That previous paragraph is all out of the latest edition of Rolling Stone magazine, the only major media outlet, a rock and roll magazine, that appears to have any guts these days.