OIL SPILL

The birds are dying.

Sweet creatures suffocating

An oily demise.

The picture isn't pretty. There

is no way of dancing around this

abomination. We have fucked up

and we are fucked. We sit on the

sidelines cheering for our favorite

NBA teams, on the edge of our seats,

popping beers, throwing down

Doritos, shopping at the malls,

as an ecological disaster spews

out millions of gallons of oil

and spreads its evil viscous blanket over

beautiful beds of sea life and sweet

flocks of birds. We are all complicit,

every time we turn the ignition and

suck down more oil without demanding

safeguards, alternatives; not tomorrow

but today. It's not really big oil's fault,

although they are complete assholes;

Beyond Petroleum (BP), my ass. Let's

face it, if we weren't sucking it down

they wouldn't be sucking it out. The fault is

ours for being so pathetically apathetic.

We must get off our butts and get going.

We are flushing our beautiful world

down the toilet. I wish this rant made

me feel better but it doesn't. I am

shaking with rage and crying with despair.

I don't know how to apologize to the

wild things. I am so sorry. You deserve

better from us. What to do?

At the very least contact both senators,

your congressperson and Pres. Obama

and tell them no more offshore drilling

and make alternative energy mandatory,

hybrids mandatory, help us off our

addiction.

Then make a concerted effort to walk rather

than take the car at least a couple of

trips a week. Change your habits, ever

so slightly. Do something, anything; but

don't look at the destruction on the tube

and simply change the channel with a sigh.