BP oil spill: Not America's worst environmental disaster after all?
Maybe the BP oil spill wasn't as catastrophic as we initially thought, but that's because we got lucky with unexpected (and starving) oil-eating bacteria unique to the Gulf of Mexico. We wouldn't have been so fortunate had there been an oil spill elsewhere, such as the Beaufort Sea north of Alaska, where Shell Oil would like to start drilling. That's why new oil regulations are a must, argues the board in the editorial "The final BP cleanup." But getting new regulations may be harder to achieve than cleaning up the gulf. Here's why.
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BP and all the other drillers are where they are because we want that oil and every
thing oil can do for us. Stuff happens ...even in the most carefully laid plans. Sure
it was bad to have happened...but go figure folks; the lawyers will find out who...
what....and where the blame can be placed . Their zeal for the fee...BP's zeal for
the job..... and our zeal for the product. I'm no lawyer..but I blame us..let's learn something here and quit the fighting and work on the fixing.
Posted by: dale | January 14, 2011 at 01:46 PM
BP and all the other drillers are where they are because we want that oil and every
thing oil can do for us. Stuff happens ...even in the most carefully laid plans. Sure
it was bad to have happened...but go figure folks; the lawyers will find out who...
what....and where the blame can be placed . Their zeal for the fee...BP's zeal for
the job..... and our zeal for the product. I'm no lawyer..but I blame us..let's learn something here and quit the fighting and work on the fixing.
Posted by: dale | January 14, 2011 at 01:46 PM
The ocean sings, but has no song.
The ocean beats, sometimes it wrong
The oceans flies, it belongs to the ground
The ocean cries, its never bound
Take the blue and strip the gold
Throw the things of life it holds.
Risk every part of it, its you.
Did we forget the ocean blue?
Travel past me everyday.
Burn a match and walk away.
Forget the size, and toss the years
Take all it has and disappear
Then one day, years have passed
No more phone calls, time at last!
The oceans skin riddled and charred
An old womans eyes tired of cars
Bruses for life
Hands of a migrant
This is the sight of the ocean once tyrant
Written By Lisa Coto
Posted by: Lisa Coto | January 24, 2011 at 05:41 PM