A Look at the Gulf Oil Spill From the Current Generation

Credit to Charlie Riedel / AP
Guest Post: The original question was about whether or not the animals affected by the Gulf oil spill should be euthanized. The answer ended up to be quite a profound statement about not only the oil spill, but about the consequences of our actions. Here is an essay by a 27 year-old man from the generation who will be reaping the “benefits” of generations of people who have continually dropped the ball.

By Christopher Bertonica

Fuck this question, the question that should be asked is how did we as human beings let this situation (and others) happen in the first place? The level of awareness that humanity needed to overcome the obstacles of our own demise is long lost. This world of greed will die in greed b/c that’s what is making everyone happy. No argument. If it wasn’t, then wouldn’t it change? What is it? It is everything we have influence over. We are everyone on this planet. This oil spill and other bullshit are really the thoughts of the masses??? Then I have the answer:

Push the red button. Or our children will die a much worse fated ending. WE ARE SEALING THE DEAL.

Only when the last tree has died,
And the last river been poisoned,
And the last fish been caught,
Will we realize we cannot eat money.
– Cree Indian Proverb

Fuck the world. I don’t want see my nephew starve to death or die of poisoned air. But, for some reason, not enough people care to do something about it. The whole concept eludes me to my highest understanding. WE ARE COMMITTING MASS SUICIDE ON A GLOBAL SCALE WITH EXPONENTIALLY INFINITE RESULTS. Someone died of starvation while I wrote this. Another from a curable disease they couldn’t pay for except to keep our electricity on for 30 years…. and one more on her way because she won’t get her gall bladder stent out. I wonder how I would feel if someone close to me passed away on something so insignificant. You can’t change people? Wrong. Your actions can. I lost a friend in a drunken driving accident a few years ago. I should never drink and drive anyway, but I definitely watch myself when I know I need to be driving. His actions changed me.

Put the animals out of the misery we artificially created for them or I fear the “life” they are given back will ultimately be far worse. The skies will only get darker, the water more bitter and the food more rotten. Farmers throw milk away now because of regulations. Farms with cows can produce enough clean burning methane to power their mother cities. Less than 1% of the largest desert on this planet would need to be covered with solar panels to power the world. You can run gasoline engines on methane. It was on fuckin “Mythbusters”, man. FUCKIN MYTHBUSTERS?

Again, fuck you world. You can slowly poison me and take everything away, but you will never end my will. As a baby has no understanding of its existence when it is first born, then so to death and the next existence for me.

We have no time left but to wait for the consequences.


*regroup* (personal)

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*This is a cross-post from my personal blog. I plan on returning to regularly scheduled blogging at some point — but I don’t feel I can until I process some of this. Thanks for your patience.

According to the recent reading I’ve done, there are five stages of the grieving process:

• Denial
• Anger
• Bargaining
• Depression
• Acceptance

Another list I found detailed this:

• Numbness
• Disorganization
• Re-organization

I think I relate more to the second list than the first, although I’m not discounting any stage. That would be dangerous.

There is no set time frame, or order to either list. Any one of these things (and probably more that don’t appear on any neat list) can hit at any time. Everyone processes grief their own way and in their own time. In my own particular circumstance, I think the grief is further complicated by the imminent arrival of our most beloved Muffin. It is also common to grieve big changes in our life, to include the loss of a job, a change of environment or any one of a dozen situations.

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Endgame — a short update

Grim Gas TankImage by Cuppojoe via Flickr

Although I started WordWebbing for business, I will be cross-posting some of my personal blog here. Not tonight — I am about as beat as a person can get.

Death is such a touchy subject for many people, but my mother and I have a unique relationship. We’re weird, quirky, irreverent and we consider ourselves two of the funniest bitches on the planet. We’ve talked about Death extensively, and we are cool. We are cool.

She’s the strongest person I have ever known. EVER. My first grandbaby, her first great-grandbaby, is due to be born in 44 days, but she won’t make it to that. However, her goal was to make it to the shower this Sunday, and that, friends and neighbors, she will make. She has willed it so. After the shower, she’s going home.

I told her — you’ve put up quite the fight, old woman. You’ve about wore the Grim Reaper out. I bet he goes home at night, grumpy and frazzled. I can see him walking in the door, and from the look on his face, the wife knows he’s had a bad day.

“Hi, Honey. Bad day?” she says.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He growls.

“Oh. Audrey again, huh?”

“I said — I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. Gimme a beer.”

Heh. Momma found that hilarious.

Anyway. Very tired, and it’s not over yet. I will update soon — thanks to all for the good wishes and love pouring over us. I’m overwhelmed.


Because there needs to be more hugs.

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