My Protest

My beloved Gulf of Mexico has been violated by greed...and our insatiable need for petroleum products. The latest efforts of pumping mud and debris into the pipe have failed. And there's a high possibility that the oil could work it's way around the tip of Florida and up the East Atlantic coast. The economic and environmental consequences will be with us for decades.

It was know that this could happen...and in the interest of profit, the necessary fail safe equipment to handle such a contingency at such a depth, was not installed. If I had my druthers, somebody would swing...and I don't mean just BP execs...but...they never will. Meanwhile all I can do is stand by and watch...except, you can bet your ass I will NOT participate in buying petroleum products from these money sucking devils. I'd love it if you would join me.


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ADDENDUM:

At the very least, BP is inept. I believe they are more than just inept, which is bad enough in and of itself. Don't believe it? Watch this video over at Reality Zone, posted today (Sunday, 30 May).

Judgement of the Last Post

Since publishing my last post yesterday, I realize that I didn't really make clear my intent in the writing.

First, with tongue-in-cheek, it was meant as ridicule of, and pointing to, the absurdity of organized religion. Somehow, I got a little carried away with the masturbation comment, not to mention giving the piece a bad title, thereby giving that part of the article the major importance. Obviously the comments, thus far, have focused on the "M" thing...which is fine, because that subject is totally ridiculous...particularly when used as a religious example of evilness. However, it wasn't meant to be the center point of the piece.

Second, it occurs to me that it may be taken that I still believe the dogma and medieval silliness that was pounded in my head at church during my youth. No. Nein. Absolutely not. I became the Southern Baptist epitome of a lost sheep, disconnected from the flock. Little did they know that I was out there doing some flocking of my own. Their effect on me and my life, was the opposite of the intended one.

Finally, please keep in mind when visiting this feeble little chunk of bloggerdom, that I am a visual artist, not a writer...even though I pretend otherwise. Which is why I post lots of pretty pictures...such as the one above.

DID YOU SET BACK YOUR CLOCKS? NO EXCUSES FOR BEING LATE TOMORROW...SINNERS!

That's right isn't it? Spring back, Fall forward? Right?

Painting by: Jheronimus Bosch - Titled, The Last Judgement