Lord, have mercy on our beautiful Gulf Coast

I’m downloading some news and video tonight, trying not to cry again about the environmental disaster in our beautiful Gulf of Mexico. Through the window I can see the BP station half a block away from where I’m sitting. (I filled up the gas tank on Wednesday; I knew prices were about to rise. And they did. That afternoon it began: Chevron first, followed by Shell, then Conoco. Today BP joined them but didn’t raise prices as much. I wonder if they were too ashamed. Raceway’s prices haven’t moved.) So even though there is no TV where I am, the horror impresses itself upon my mind every time I look up and out the window. I’d move if I didn’t need the outlet on the wall here. My Lord, the people, the wildlife, the land. O, my Lord!

Look at that clear water. Remember it well...

Is it slightly insane of me to want to drive down to the coast, jump out of my car, and yell at all the animals to get all their babies together and high-tail it out of there? Continue reading “Lord, have mercy on our beautiful Gulf Coast”