MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
If there’s one thing we Americans have shown a propensity for, it’s learning to accept certain uncomfortable realities. Things like the Patriot Act, wars in the Middle East, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, illegal Eavesdropping and other such items have become part of the American Experience.
Which is why it’s time for us to accept the reality that the British Petroleum Oil Disaster will only come to an end when the oil runs out of that hole. It is now part of us, and it’s time accept it and move on.
But even more than accept it, perhaps it’s time to embrace this massive oil disaster. It is part of the fabric of American life, and like, say, Texas, it’s something we should learn to love despite of its problems.
There are positives to this disaster, mind you. For one – we’re trimming the sea turtle population. Really, what has a sea turtle ever done for you? With this never-ending deluge of oil coming from the ocean floor in the Gulf, soon, we’ll only have Super Sea Turtles that are capable of surviving solely on crude oil. Think about that.
Sure, environmentalists will remain all worked up about it, but if we listened to them, we wouldn’t be in this situation, anyway.
And enough blaming British Petroleum. Hell, they tried to drop a giant dome on top of it. Sure, it failed, but that’s a hell of a lot more than you did to stop the torrent of oil. And it’s not like they wanted this to happen. They were just woefully and strategically unprepared for the eventuality. There’s a big difference.
So folks, sit back and learn to love the oil spill. Perhaps it can become a tourist attraction. At the very least, let your attention drift away to other matters. You can get outraged over the BP oil disaster again next month. Or the month after that. Because it isn’t going away for a long, long time.
–WKW
Crossposted at William K. Wolfrum Chronicles