BRITISH PETROLEUM BLOWS CRUDE UP THEIR NOSTRILS

By Octopus

I have not had time to digest this latest report, so here it is … raw:

Scientists are finding enormous oil plumes in the deep waters of the Gulf of Mexico, including one as large as 10 miles long, 3 miles wide and 300 feet thick [my bold] in spots. The discovery is fresh evidence that the leak from the broken undersea well could be substantially worse than estimates that the government and BP have given (…) The plumes are depleting the oxygen dissolved in the gulf, worrying scientists, who fear that the oxygen level could eventually fall so low as to kill off much of the sea life near the plumes.

Are you pissed off yet? There is more …

BP has resisted entreaties from scientists that they be allowed to use sophisticated instruments at the ocean floor that would give a far more accurate picture of how much oil is really gushing from the well  (…)  “The answer is no to that,” a BP spokesman, Tom Mueller, said on Saturday.

And here is another clusterfuck of the highest order:

"It appears that the application of the subsea dispersant is actually working,” Doug Suttles, BP’s chief operating officer for exploration and production, said Saturday. “The oil in the immediate vicinity of the well and the ships and rigs working in the area is diminished from previous observations.”

Did I read this correctly? “Enormous oil plumes in the deep waters of the Gulf of Mexico, including one as large as 10 miles long, 3 miles wide and 300 feet thick in spots.”  Yet, the highly toxic subsea dispersant is actually working! As their Pinocchio noses grow to astronomical size, those BP executives should use mile-long straws to blow crude up their nostrils. Which is larger? The size of the oil plume or the size of their assholes?

WORMWOOD - The BP Apocalypse

By Octopus

And the third angel sounded the trumpet, and a great star

fell from heaven, burning as it were a torch, and it fell 

on the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of 

waters: And the name of the star is called Wormwood.

- The Apocalypse of St. John -

(Note: Chernobyl in Russian means 'Wormwood.)

Here is the latest update on the Gulf oil spill from American Progress:

Based on "sophisticated scientific analysis of seafloor video made available Wednesday," Steve Wereley, an associate professor at Purdue University, told NPR that the actual spill rate of the BP oil disaster is about 70,000 barrels -- or 3 million gallons -- a day, which is 15 times the official estimate of BP and the federal government.  Another scientific expert, Eugene Chiang, a professor of astrophysics at the University of California, Berkeley, calculated the rate of flow to be between 840,000 and four million gallons a day.  These estimates suggest that the Deepwater Horizon wreckage has already spilled about five times as much oil as the 12-million-gallon Exxon Valdez disaster.  The new figure exceeds the "worst-case scenario" offered by Transocean, BP, and Halliburton officials, who told Rep. Edward Markey (D-MA) last week that the maximum possible flow would be "60,000 barrels a day."  Markey said in a statement on Thursday that "an underestimation of the oil spill's flow may be impeding the ability to solve the leak and handle the management of the disaster," adding that, "If you don't understand the scope of the problem, the capacity to find the answer is severely compromised."  BP, meanwhile, has not endorsed the new estimate. It has also declined to take "off-the-shelf instruments routinely used" in deep sea research down to the gusher to measure the rate.  A BP spokesman said that the company "has decided to focus on stopping the leak rather than measuring it."  BP's CEO Tony Hayward sought to downplay the scope of the disaster, telling the Guardian that "the amount of volume of oil and dispersant we are putting into it is tiny in relation to the total water volume [of the Gulf of Mexico]." The edges of the massive oil slick are expected to begin hitting shore in Mississippi by Sunday, although bits of "tar balls" from the spill have already been found on the beaches of both the state's mainland and barrier islands.

The "Minerals Management Service gave permission to BP and dozens of other oil companies to drill in the Gulf of Mexico without first getting required permits from another agency that assesses threats to endangered species," including the Deepwater Horizon site that just exploded.  Under current law the agency is required to get these permits.

Bottom line: This is the worst environmental disaster in history. It is no longer regional or national but international in scope. The entire Atlantic basin will be effected, and ocean gyres will move this mess around the globe.  Meanwhile, BP executives equivocate while tempers burn.

This disaster is in my backyard. It will impact our food supply, our local businesses, the livelihoods of neighbors, our coastline, our environment, our quality of life ... and there will be no fix within my lifetime.

When I read about 29 miners killed in the worst coal mine disaster in 40 years, and how Massey Energy bought off politicians and ducked safety standards, I say: "How's that laissez faire bullshit working out for you."

When I read of defective consumer products imported from abroad, of adulterated pet food that killed the family dog and defective wallboard that caused health hazards, I say: "How's that laissez faire bullshit working out for you."

When I read about the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression, and how corrupt Wall Street bankers paid themselves bonuses from taxpayer-funded TARP money, I say: "How's that laissez faire bullshit working out for you."

When I think of this GOP right wing crap, their raving insanity over free-market capitalism, and their steadfast refusal to support banking reform, environmental protection, consumer product safety, and healthcare (because reform is bad, big government is bad, and what’s good for business is good for America), I say: "How's that laissez faire bullshit working out for you."

Damn idiots!  These corrupt business interests and their crooked politicians have gridlocked our government and crippled our ability to respond to crises.  As far as I am concerned, bipartisanship is dead.  Civility is dead.   There is more than a culture war being waged in this country.  We are locked in a struggle for survival itself.

True Colors

By Captain Fogg

"I support Arizona's law as amended, and if the federal government fails to secure our borders and solve the problem of illegal immigration, I would support a similar law for Florida,''

said Florida Attorney General Bill McCollum, the GOP front runner for Governor of Florida. The law he supports of course, is the one that gives Arizona the unconstitutional power to enforce Federal Immigration Law, bypass the Bill of rights and that makes it a crime for non-whites or people with accents or "foreign looking" faces not to carry papers and furnish them on demand.

Florida Republicans generally act very offended at any suggestion that they're racists, so in a way, I'm glad I don't have to say it this time since it's so obvious. With the Florida Republicans fleeing to the Right, job seekers are hard on his heels in affirming their hysterical objections to less intrusive government and Constitutional law.

"Illegal immigration is a serious problem facing our country and it is unfortunate that the Los Angeles City Council came down in support of illegal activity, over the actions of Arizona's attempt to enforce the law''

responded Holly Benson, struggling to appear as far-right as possible in her quest to become Florida's next attorney general. Can anyone truly be swayed by the argument that being against a bad and illegal law indicates support for a crime? Apparently I need to reassess my estimate of the spread of Acquired Intelligence Deficit Syndrome.

Even Marco Rubio, whose growing popularity has forced Governor Charlie Crist to leave the Republican party in his campaign for the Senate, now supports the Arizona law: Marco Rubio, whose parents were Hispanic immigrants and whose face could easily prompt some Arizona thug to demand his papers. Anything to win. Anything at all.

Apparently no Republican principle, no matter how highly vaunted, is too important to be left behind when it comes to victory. Less federal power? Forget it -- and we can certainly forget that sincere commitment to Constitutional principles. Nothing may interfere with the will to power, neither your freedom nor mine. Christian principles? That only means inserting Jesus Christ into your life while the Brown-shirts cut a swath through the constitution making sure Jesus Morales won't be cutting your lawn or washing your dishes or obstructing our manifest destiny to be a white, Christian nation under God and the Republican Party.

Ditat Deus

By Captain Fogg

God enriches: it's the state motto of Arizona. To some it surely suggests that the rich are the chosen of God and the poor and struggling? Your papers please.

My hypocrisy alarm has burned itself to a cinder over the last few days simply from the stench coming from our self-styled Libertarian friends from Arizona who have just given far more power to the State government than the Constitution allows and reduced constitutional protection from the power of law enforcement provided by that constitution -- a step away from Libertarian principles that even the notorious Glenn Beck balks at.

Anyway, if God has enriched Arizona in any way, the government of that stolen state has done a great deal to cheapen its claim to being a part of a free country and to impoverish its moral status as well. Perhaps taking a clue from the Texas school board's redaction of American history, Arizona has decided that no courses taught in its schools may give students the impression that they belong to a persecuted minority.

That's right, the Navaho have always had it easy, no one ever gave a black man a hard time and the state itself was never taken by force. It's now official.

Squid's Fortnight

by Nance

I live in a pretty spot and May is a luscious month here at the beach, but, ordinarily, I try to be as far out of the area as possible for all of May.  This year, with a wedding looming, we're staying put for the month and driving VERY carefully.

It's time for the annual Hog Invasion on the south end, followed immediately by the annual Metric Bike Rally on the north end, to borrow a couple of terms from the rich lode of biker slang.  It goes without saying that I'm entirely hip and in the know on these matters and, obviously, so are you, so I won't spare the jargon. [For the unhip, there'll be definitions at the end of this post. It might be more fun to try to pick up the meanings from context and photos.]

At one time, the motorcycle events were referred to as weekenders, but both events gradually turned into fortnighters as more and more riders tried to get here ahead of the pack.  Since there's usually only about two fortnights in a month, that pretty well shoots May for the locals--at least for the ones who don't own hotels, restaurants, or bars.  Some creatively named bars only open for the month of May; my all time favorite raunchy bar name is Suck, Bang, Blow, but The Beaver Bar speaks volumes.  Many of those business owners rake in the bulk of their annual income when the motorcycles arrive.  The rest of us have successfully campaigned for noise ordinances and helmet laws, which harshed out the rebel experience for many attendees, who preferred to ride without brain buckets or mufflers.  So we've pitted the retirees against the business owners and thrown in a half million sunburnt, liquor-swilling, Hell's Angels wannabes. We could give lessons around here on how to divide a town against itself.

Riders and vendors have both taken the drop since '08, when more than 500,000 cycle tourists swarmed the beach,  swamping the city and county services.  While attendance has declined, there are still enough bikes, booze, and babes headed our way this weekend to make a trip to the grocery store a potentially life-altering experience.  Outside the city limits, where I live, the new laws don't apply, so it gets very sporty on the roads for drivers.  When I'm traveling at 45-60 mph in my car and am overtaken  by 25 or 30 unmuffled four-cycle engines in the hands of drunk and bareheaded riders, I have a tendency to fluster a weensy bit.  People die on these roads each Rally season; I keep hoping no one will choose to perform a high-speed drop in front of my Passat wagon.

A Sporty is a Harley Sportster, the classic, lighter weight model (DH had one of these when I met him 34 years ago). The guys seem to prefer the heavier Hogs these days and the women sometimes ride Sporties, but there'll  also be plenty of road couches, Goldwings, and geezer glides clogging up the local slabs. Some bikes, like the custom job with sidecar shown here,  are nothing less than beautiful.  Bikers, on the other hand, aren't known for their beauty; they have a tendency to look a little leathery and not terribly clean. Bugs in the teeth, both smooth-style and crunchy, can detract from looks and are a bigger problem when helmets are eschewed...so to speak.  And it's hard to tell how old a biker is.  This fellow reminds me of a biblical patriarch, if Abraham had worn tats and colors. 

In between laughing ourselves silly at the sights, DH and I worry about the utter lack of protection most Rally riders prefer.  They think those of us who travel in cages when we're cruising don't know how to live right.  They look at us in our wagons and see squares; we look at them, many with nothing but t-shirts between their skins and the pavement, and see squids.

Some riders need to wear more clothes just to keep from offending everyone else, which has given us a wicked, be-ashamed-of-yourselves million dollar idea:  The Biker Suit.  Sort of along the lines of those Sumo wrestler suits people wear for keg parties so they can get drunk, run into each other on purpose, and fall over--only these suits would actually serve the purpose of putting abundant padding between the biker and the slab (rhymes with _____). 

Hey, somebody stole our idea!

 The prevailing joke amongst those opposed to turning the town over to bikers for the prettiest month of the year is that Harley riders are typically doctors, lawyers, and highly successful business folk.  The proffered proof is that the bikes are so costly to own, transport (or ride), and maintain, that those who are owned by a Harley (or BMW or Victory) have to have means.  So, what would you say:  doctor?  Lawyer?  Chiropractor, maybe?

Photo: D J Mick

Terminology:
Hog:  A big bore Harley Davidson.
Metric Bike: What Harley Riders call cycles made by foreign countries; for example,  Crotch Rockets or Rice Burners.
slabs: roads or pavement.
Suck, Bang, Blow:  A drive-through biker bar named after the processes of a four-stroke engine, including the intake stroke, the ignition, and the exhaust.  This leaves out the compression stroke, which would be step two, but who can count that high after so many tequila shots and brews?
Beaver Bar:  Gimme a break.
brain buckets:  Any sort of helmet, but particularly the type of half-helmet that is almost worse than useless.
drop:  What happens to a bike if the kickstand isn't engaged; also, what happens to an imbalanced and poorly controlled moving bike.  
high-speed drop:  When a bike is banked too far in a high speed turn, gravity goes to work.
road couches:  What you ride when you really should have hung it up about ten years ago, but you've got more money than sense.
geezer glides:  See road couches.
colors: Gang duds, like The Outlaws or The Hell's Angels wear.
cages:  Automobiles, to a biker.
squids:  Variously, as Squashed Kid; an overconfident biker with an attitude of invincibility and a preference for speed over skill; Stupid, Quick, Underdressed, Inevitably (or Imminently) Dead.
burnout:  Revving the bike to 7000-8000 rpm while slowly releasing the clutch, front brake tightly held. Back tire will melt and may blow.  One more reason you'll need that law degree.

Biker Bar Burnout

Drill until we drop

Perhaps a society such as ours has as finite a lifespan as the individuals it's composed of and I think I'm seeing the kind of memory loss and dementia in the American public that we associate with extreme old age. The aged body sometimes can't absorb sustenance very well and neither can the American public assimilate the things that make a capable and dynamic Democracy possible. a large part of our population, for instance, seems to think that the huge environmental disaster in the Gulf of Mexico means that we need to do more of what made it happen and in the same careless, unregulated way. Presumably a number of those live far inland and don't like seafood or care that the Earth is becoming less livable because these are still the "end times," but not all of them. Some just think that as long as their immediate, short term needs are met, the rest of the world can go to hell, and so it goes.

A recent poll shows that despite the total lack of evidence and the extreme unlikeliness of the scenario, nine or ten percent of Americans do believe Limbaugh's idiotic proposition that it was the "enviros" behind the drilling platform explosion, but the scary part is that 22% are "unsure." Amongst self-identified Conservatives, the number jumps to 44% who believe it was sabotage by liberals. The evidence to the contrary is out there, the evidence for it isn't out there, so either 31% are unable to assimilate it by reason of dementia or have no interest in the survival of the USA as we think we know it -- or Like many aged people, they've given up and are simply wandering in a senile, paranoid daze of denialism looking for their lost youth and vigor.

"Perhaps most surprisingly 21% of voters said the spill made them more likely to support offshore drilling,"

said Public Policy Polling director Tom Jensen. 55% of Americans polled after the disaster began, still supported offshore drilling, according to the same poll.

Am I pushing this too far? Is this really only more of what America has been doing since its beginning? We are, after all a nation that is happy to continue its war on drugs and embargoes on foreign countries that cause more harm than good; a nation that has had to struggle tooth and nail to overcome our vicious habits. Most of all we're a nation that always waits for a calamity before doing anything. What I'm afraid of is that this time the calamity we're waiting for won't come until we're a nation incapable of taking care of ourselves but a nation with a huge Army.

Teh Great Wall-Off Mexico

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. So when John McCain ignores the overwhelming empirical evidence of human history and insists that massive federal spending on a barrier will work this time, you know he's lost his mind.

Also: I'm trying to win a Netroots Nation scholarship, and all you have to do to help is click a couple of times.

Fear and Trembling in the Court

OK, so now I'm worried. I was willing to make some excuses for Obama's new support of offshore drilling; blaming it on previous administrations' infiltration of oil men into the department of energy and the drowning of environmental regulations, but if what I'm hearing about Elena Kagan is even partly true, I'm worried that we're going to have a more dangerous court, more friendly toward unfettered Presidential powers and willing to cut a wider swath through the law to root out nebulous, ever shifting devils and their agents -- making any accusation, any suspicion a de facto conviction without representation, without trial, without appeal: in some cases without anyone even knowing about it.

"Battlefield Law", said she to Lindsay Graham last year, should be applied to anyone we have a feeling is financing Al Qaeda and one's rights should not be read to anyone that might be construed to be a "terrorist" despite the lack of any real definition of what a terrorist might be. Vague definitions and accusations of shadowy connections leading to indefinite detentions without due process? Why have a court at all if we're no longer a civilized nation but a band of warriors on a worldwide battlefield?

Attorney General Eric Holder said on ABC's This Week Sunday, that even US citizens don't need to be read their rights if they're suspected of being involved in terrorism. Suspected is the key word here and in a time when everyone seems to be suspected every time they board an airplane, it's a scary word.

“I think we have to give serious consideration to at least modifying that public safety exception." Chopping a piece out of the Bill of Rights is “one of the things that I think we’re going to be reaching out to Congress to do – to come up with a proposal that is both Constitutional, but that is also relevant to our time and the threat that we now face.”

I think it's worth mentioning that the most recent attempts at terrorist acts were hardly impeded by the reading of rights as the terrified terrorists , one of whose gonads had just been blow off, spilled their guts as fast as they could get the words out and when we're happy to torture people so thoroughly their testimony becomes invalid, what's going to change if we tell them they have any rights at all -- which, practically speaking, they don't. I'm afraid we don't either. It's certainly harder not to cry when reading about our forefathers' noble ideals about all mankind being endowed with inalienable rights when we're told that's just too risky these days.
It's always been risky and taking that risk has been one of our valid claims to greatness.

The last thing I expected or wanted from the President in the way of restocking the Court was another battlefield lawyer, supporting the degradation of our most basic American traditions and laws from gutless cowardice. We have more to fear from fear of terrorism, it seems, than from terrorism itself. At a time when the very concept of a government is so frightening to so many, I would have expected a selection with a more obvious commitment to taking the risk of Liberty and willing to face saboteurs without sabotaging our own freedom.

Poisoning Pigeons In The Park

By Nance

Monday scares me.  I'm one of the little people who doesn't understand the Stock Market, who has no business involved with it, but who finds her financial future, and thus the quality of her old age, bound up with and terrorized by that fickle, convoluted, unnatural, hair-trigger, Frankenstein creation of our infatuation with the promise that money makes money.

Monday might be a second chance to make a wise move with what I now pitifully still refer to as my portfolio; I was too paralyzed by fear in the summer of 2008 to know whether to hold 'em or fold 'em.  The pressure is on to be a little smarter this time around, following the past week's sharp declines and Thursday's petrifying plunge...except that being smarter seems even less possible, even more past hope now.  The only economic constants I've detected in recent years are that some folks will make money in wild market fluctuations and that I will probably be among their dupes.  I don't feel one bit smarter or better able to decide whether to stay in or get out.

I've assumed that somebody knows what happened last Thursday and what is likely to happen on Wall Street next week, but reading up on it today has just made an ass out of u and me.  Theories abound:  it's Greece and the bail-out implications for the EU; it was sabotage by _______ (fill in the blank with your favorite conspirator, party, lobby, or disgruntled fan of Blankfein); it was the bad news about unemployment rates hidden under the good news about job creation; or, most detached and cruel of all, a fat finger.  In the online money journals and news sources, I've encountered psychotic word salads that only leave me more confounded.  Take this example from The LATimes:

"We were in the midst of a pullback, we needed one, we got one," said Peter Cardillo, chief market economist at New York-based brokerage house Avalon Partners Inc. Cardillo said the choppy trading after such a drastic decline likely signals the market trying to find a bottom.

Stocks have been on a nearly uninterrupted upward path since March of last year, when indexes hit 12-year lows. Analysts have been predicting a correction for months, only to see the market bounce back after brief periods of decline.

Long-term market watchers actually welcome occasional pullbacks in stocks, saying that gives investors opportunities to pick up shares at bargain prices.

"We had the earthquake, we're now in the midst of getting the aftershocks," said Steven Goldman, chief market strategist for Weeden & Co. in Greenwich, Conn. "When the market's so close to new highs, it's difficult to have rallies. But when you're down 10 or 12 percent from recent highs, we can deal with uncertainty better."

Did Cardillo and Goldman say here that they welcomed this week's dizzying descent because it lets those in the know feel in control? I am too far down the Rabbit Hole, now; I'm having the same kind of vertigo I get when I try to read a prospectus. I'd just begun to think that the prognosticators who pointed to the DOW line graph as proof that the bad times were behind us might be right. That'll learn me. Again.

In a conversation I had sometime in July or August of '08 with an acquaintance who professed financial smarts, I declared that I was so disheartened by the market's unrelenting drop, I didn't think I could bear to stay invested.  His response was, "Well, what do you think you're going to do with it, put it in a jar under the bed?"  That was ridicule, in case you missed it.  Another wag told me, "Oh, yes, cash is king now!"  And, still another, "This is the time to put every penny you can put your hands on into stocks!"  And, "It's all gambling. You should never invest what you can't afford to lose."

Here's a sure bet: there will be abundant and worthless advice available on Monday. My worthless advice: stock up on Mason Jars.  The smart money will be on the insiders at the expense of an entire class made up of vulnerable retirees and retiree hopefuls like you and me who were only hoping for peanuts on the dollar. They toy with us and our measly, hard-earned savings.  It'll be as easy for them to take what's left of our nest eggs as...um, trying to avoid cliches, as easy as...I draw a blank.  Jeez, why does this Tom Lehrer song come to mind?

Bossa Nova Bomb?

I struggle to understand why Brazil needs nuclear submarines. It's a country where the interior is extremely difficult to penetrate or control and where the coastal cities have horrifying slums controlled by gangs and where poverty is rampant. How real is the threat of invasion? How real is the desire to be the alpha dog of South America?

Of course one benefit of having nuclear powered subs is that the military can impose secrecy on the fissionable materials it stockpiles as fuel and in that secrecy can use it to make nuclear weapons. There are indications that this is just what they're doing or are about to do, with President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva expressing irritation at the US monopoly on nuclear weapons in South America and the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.

So why the hell does Brazil, it's recovering economy notwithstanding, need the Bomb? I suppose it's because it simply feels it can -- and with the US busy chasing its own tail, hell bent on self-destruction and anarchy, who is to say it can't?