Well, so much for the "junk shot," and the "top kill" and the "little dome" and the "big dome." So much for "relief valves" and "blowout preventers" and "drilling mud" and chopped-up golf balls. Now we get to sit back and watch helplessly while BP endeavors to employ a "lower marine riser package," that even if it works, will only "minimize the amount of oil reaching the shore," not stop it. Five weeks and counting. Next, we'll just have to wait another month or two or three for the "relief wells" while another bazillion gallons of crude soil the waters and connected ecosystems of our beloved Gulf of Mexico. Oh, and there's the possibility that it will spread to the Atlantic coast as well. Oh yeah, and by the way, hurricane season starts this week! Take that, Louisiana!
As Exxon rakes in record profits for the umpteenth year in a row, two decades after their brush with infamy called the Valdez, BP has now trumped their oil brethren with the worst man-made environmental disaster ever recorded in the United States. And it ain't over yet! Now that's something to be proud of. If you can't out-earn them, by God, out-spill them! And of course, along with it comes news that BP has been, according to headlines, "less than forthcoming with information about it's oil spill," and is losing credibility as each effort to stop the spill fails. Duh!
From the Associated Press also comes the now-all-too-obvious revelation that, "On almost every issue - the amount of gushing oil, the environmental impact, even how to stop the leak - BP's statements have proved wrong. The erosion of the company's credibility may prove as difficult to stop as the oil spewing from the sea floor." I smell a rat; a gooey, filthy, oil soaked, Xs-for-eyes, floating rat. Get ready, people, as more and more information leaks out (leaks - ironic, no?) - in the form of internal memos and e-mails and such - we're going to learn that - brace yourself here - another humongous, multinational, Fortune 100 conglomerate was playing hanky-panky with the rules so they could make a few extra bucks. And, the very folks being paid by our taxpayer dollars charged with oversight of said conglomerate, were essentially complicit in their failure to enforce those rules. Gee, do you think there could be a connection between the fact that the people who work for the hopefully-soon-to-be-defunct Minerals Management Service, who pretty much all previously worked for the companies in the industries they're charged with overseeing and the fact that oversight was, shall we say, a bit lax? My, doesn't that have a familiar ring to it? Can you say, "banking industry redux?"
So, once again, the insanely-compensated suits parade before Congress and proceed to blame one another as we watch in disbelief on C-Span, all the while lobbying for their own financial liability to be capped. BP had net profits in 2009 of nearly $17 billion. That's billion with a "b." And that was on the heels of over $21 billion in net profits in 2008. What do you think folks? Does that sound like a company that should have its damages capped? Expecially one that knowingly failed to follow appropriate protocols which would have prevented the spill in the first place? Not only should they pay - all of them (that means you too, Transocean, and you too, Haliburton) - but every executive in every liable company should be required to don those protective jumpsuits, rubber gloves and masks and man the front lines in the cleanup effort. And, they should not be allowed to stop until the President of the United States tells them they can. Then, seeing as how they're top-notch businessmen, you know, best and brightest, cream of the crop and all that, they should be required to help rebuild every company that will be decimated by this catastrophe, and just for good measure, pay off the mortgages and other indebtedness that will inevitably befall the residents of these coastal regions after the loss of their livelihoods. Sorry BP shareholders, it's going to be a millenium or two before you see another dividend check in your mailboxes.
Amid the outrage that followed the Exxon Valdez we heard the cry, "never again!" Well, again happened, and on a scale that will eventually make the Valdez look like a piker. This time will the rallying cry be the same "never again?" Here on the Gulf Coast of Florida, we look out across the green-blue water and wonder when. When will it hit us? Our brothers and sisters in Louisiana and Alabama already have their answer as they put on their jumpsuits, gloves and masks and grab a bottle of Dawn. And I'm guessing they're not thinking, "never again." I'm guessing it's more along the lines of, "What in God's name are we going to do now?" BP, turn off the oil and get out your checkbook. While there's still fish to fish for, I'm . . .
. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Hey, Mad Men, Step Up For The Prez
If you've ever seen an episode of Mad Men on television then you'll understand why Madison Avenue should come to the aid of our President as attorneys general from nearly half the states in the union file suit against the goverment on the grounds that the healthcare bill is unconstitutional. Unconstitutional because it forces U.S. citizens to buy something - in this case, insurance. For all intents and purposes, Madison Avenue has, in it's own verrrrry persuasive way, been forcing us to buy stuff for the better part of the past century and nobody's suing them! Ergo, support the prez, Mad Men, or you may be next in line to get sued! Slippery slope and all that.
I mean, come on, looking back, don't you feel like you were coerced, at least a little, when you bought that Coca-Cola thinking you'd be in perfect harmony with the rest of the world? Or how about the first Marlboro you ever smoked after seeing how devastatingly cool the Marlboro man was. Why on earth would anyone have ever purchased a Pinto or a Gremlin if advertising hadn't made them so appealing? And what about that cute little Corvair? My own brother had two of them back in the '60s. Fortunately, he's still alive to tell about it. I believe it was America's consumer guardian angel, Ralphie Nader himself, who made his bones getting everyone to realize what a disaster that product was. Wasn't selling the Corvair to an unsuspecting, gullible public borderline unconstitutional? I mean, come on, where in the flashy advertising, even in the caveat emptor fine print, was the word "deathtrap" included?
So, my point is, while technically, advertising doesn't force us to buy things, theoretically, it does. The rise of comsumerism in the early 20th century, driven by the industrial revolution in partnership with Madison Avenue, drove us to buy things we really didn't need. And we've been doing it with gusto ever since. We just don't feel forced. We can't help it. Like lemmings, we blindly line up before dawn at the doors of St. Apple Cathedral for a chance to be the first to acquire an iPad. I dare say not one of those early adopters would admit to being forced to buy an iPad, but deep in their subconscious, there wasn't an ice cube's chance in hell they would forego such a cutting-edge opportunity. "Honey, did the second mortgage come through yet? We've got to get down to the Apple store before all the iPads are gone! Oh, and don't forget your iPhone. And bring my iPod. We might be stuck in line for awhile."
Remember when the government told us we had to wear seatbelts? That was a much more subtle and circuitous route to making us buy something. They pulled that off by requiring the auto makers to make seat belts standard in all vehicles years before actually telling us we had to wear them. If you want to buy a car, you'll be buying the seat belts with it, because it doesn't come any other way. No one screamed about that at the time because, hey, "I'll show them. I just won't wear the damn things. You can put 'em in there, but you can't make me wear 'em! Ha!" Last time I checked, in my home state of Florida, an officer can legally stop me on the highways and byways for nothing more than not wearing my seat belt. I believe the clever Madison Avenue tag line is "Click It, Or Ticket." Sly devils they were way back when. But really, you say, that's different. Seat belts save lives. Oh, OK. Adequate health insurance for everyone won't save lives? Explain that to me.
So, here we are, once again being told by our government that we have to do something - buy something - because we'll all be better protected. Safer. Key word there is A-L-L. It will better protect ALL of us. Now, I don't necessarily agree with everything that's in the new healthcare bill, and I do encourage civil and healthy debate over what ultimately should be included in the bill, but unconstitutional? Come on, Attorney General McCollum. You're running for governor of Florida so you took advantage of your position and grabbed the lead on this thing to impress your GOP cronies. You know, it's against the law in Florida to drive a motor vehicle if you don't have automobile insurance. So, I Look Like Alfred P. Newman McCollum, as attorney general of the state of Florida, you force me to buy insurance. Why, that's unconstitutional! I must write my legislators! It's my God-given right to get behind the wheel of my car without insurance and t-bone a couple of my neighbors. Let them sue me if they want me to pay for the damages, but by God I shouldn't be forced to buy insurance! Right? Where's that Tea Party when I need them?
You know, I'm trying very hard not to become cynical. After all, in the words of H.L. Mencken, "A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin." I have to admit though, it's getting tough. The forces on the far left and those on the far right are beating the centrists and moderates to a pulp. Look at Florida's own governor, Charlie Crist, widely acknowledged as a centrist Republican. He's been pilloried and abandoned by his own party to the point where he declared himself non-affiliated so he could still run for the U.S. Senate. Now, I've never been a big Charlie fan, but to watch him crucified by his now-former party because he gave a man-hug to the Prez and accepted stimulus money, is an absolute disgrace. It's bad enough the Republicans have lost all perspective. Now they're actually eating their own!
So, come on Mad Men. You've got plenty of attorneys on your payrolls too, not to mention the creativity you so adeptly employ to force us champion consumers to buy your wares. How about offering a little pro bono support to the Prez so he can fend off these marauding states' barristers who cloak themselves in the Constitution. After all, if I have to buy auto insurance, I might as well have to buy health insurance. I might slip and fall or take ill some day, you know, and I wouldn't want my neighbors to be on the hook for my care, now would I.
. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'
I mean, come on, looking back, don't you feel like you were coerced, at least a little, when you bought that Coca-Cola thinking you'd be in perfect harmony with the rest of the world? Or how about the first Marlboro you ever smoked after seeing how devastatingly cool the Marlboro man was. Why on earth would anyone have ever purchased a Pinto or a Gremlin if advertising hadn't made them so appealing? And what about that cute little Corvair? My own brother had two of them back in the '60s. Fortunately, he's still alive to tell about it. I believe it was America's consumer guardian angel, Ralphie Nader himself, who made his bones getting everyone to realize what a disaster that product was. Wasn't selling the Corvair to an unsuspecting, gullible public borderline unconstitutional? I mean, come on, where in the flashy advertising, even in the caveat emptor fine print, was the word "deathtrap" included?
So, my point is, while technically, advertising doesn't force us to buy things, theoretically, it does. The rise of comsumerism in the early 20th century, driven by the industrial revolution in partnership with Madison Avenue, drove us to buy things we really didn't need. And we've been doing it with gusto ever since. We just don't feel forced. We can't help it. Like lemmings, we blindly line up before dawn at the doors of St. Apple Cathedral for a chance to be the first to acquire an iPad. I dare say not one of those early adopters would admit to being forced to buy an iPad, but deep in their subconscious, there wasn't an ice cube's chance in hell they would forego such a cutting-edge opportunity. "Honey, did the second mortgage come through yet? We've got to get down to the Apple store before all the iPads are gone! Oh, and don't forget your iPhone. And bring my iPod. We might be stuck in line for awhile."
Remember when the government told us we had to wear seatbelts? That was a much more subtle and circuitous route to making us buy something. They pulled that off by requiring the auto makers to make seat belts standard in all vehicles years before actually telling us we had to wear them. If you want to buy a car, you'll be buying the seat belts with it, because it doesn't come any other way. No one screamed about that at the time because, hey, "I'll show them. I just won't wear the damn things. You can put 'em in there, but you can't make me wear 'em! Ha!" Last time I checked, in my home state of Florida, an officer can legally stop me on the highways and byways for nothing more than not wearing my seat belt. I believe the clever Madison Avenue tag line is "Click It, Or Ticket." Sly devils they were way back when. But really, you say, that's different. Seat belts save lives. Oh, OK. Adequate health insurance for everyone won't save lives? Explain that to me.
So, here we are, once again being told by our government that we have to do something - buy something - because we'll all be better protected. Safer. Key word there is A-L-L. It will better protect ALL of us. Now, I don't necessarily agree with everything that's in the new healthcare bill, and I do encourage civil and healthy debate over what ultimately should be included in the bill, but unconstitutional? Come on, Attorney General McCollum. You're running for governor of Florida so you took advantage of your position and grabbed the lead on this thing to impress your GOP cronies. You know, it's against the law in Florida to drive a motor vehicle if you don't have automobile insurance. So, I Look Like Alfred P. Newman McCollum, as attorney general of the state of Florida, you force me to buy insurance. Why, that's unconstitutional! I must write my legislators! It's my God-given right to get behind the wheel of my car without insurance and t-bone a couple of my neighbors. Let them sue me if they want me to pay for the damages, but by God I shouldn't be forced to buy insurance! Right? Where's that Tea Party when I need them?
You know, I'm trying very hard not to become cynical. After all, in the words of H.L. Mencken, "A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin." I have to admit though, it's getting tough. The forces on the far left and those on the far right are beating the centrists and moderates to a pulp. Look at Florida's own governor, Charlie Crist, widely acknowledged as a centrist Republican. He's been pilloried and abandoned by his own party to the point where he declared himself non-affiliated so he could still run for the U.S. Senate. Now, I've never been a big Charlie fan, but to watch him crucified by his now-former party because he gave a man-hug to the Prez and accepted stimulus money, is an absolute disgrace. It's bad enough the Republicans have lost all perspective. Now they're actually eating their own!
So, come on Mad Men. You've got plenty of attorneys on your payrolls too, not to mention the creativity you so adeptly employ to force us champion consumers to buy your wares. How about offering a little pro bono support to the Prez so he can fend off these marauding states' barristers who cloak themselves in the Constitution. After all, if I have to buy auto insurance, I might as well have to buy health insurance. I might slip and fall or take ill some day, you know, and I wouldn't want my neighbors to be on the hook for my care, now would I.
. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'
Monday, May 10, 2010
Barking for Whybark!
You're 19 years old, maybe 20; a not-quite-of-drinking-age young male athlete. You're a college golfer and your team has just qualified for the national championship. You, as an individual, find yourself in a playoff to take individual medalist honors. Your opponent, a senior, may be playing his final collegiate match if you can take him out in the playoff. Like any competitive athletes, particularly two playing at the college level, at this particular moment, the testosterone levels on that tee box must be palatable.
So, what do you do? If you're Grant Whybark, you address your ball, settle into your stance, and promptly drive the ball 40 yards right of the fairway and out of bounds. Double-bogey. The opponent pars. Second place. You're crushed, right? I mean, you've spent most of your young life preparing for this moment and what do you do? Shankapotomous. Choke-a-rooney. End of story.
Except, that wasn't the end of the story. You see, young Mr. Whybark wasn't bitten by a sudden case of nerves. No, he hit his tee shot out of bounds - ON PURPOSE. That's right, folks, he did it intentionally. In yet another instance of a selfless and totally classy act that reaffirms my faith in my fellow man, Grant Whybark, sophomore golfer for the University of St. Francis, purposely hit his drive out of bounds so that his opponent, Seth Doran, of Olivet Nazarine, would claim individual medalist honors. You see, Doran was competing only as an individual. His team had already been eliminated from the Chicagoland Collegiate Athletic Conference Championship last month, so the only way Doran could make it to the NAIA National Championship was to win his match against Whybark. Whybark knew he was going to nationals because his team had already locked up the conference team championship. For Doran, a senior who had never made it to finals and a young man known throughout the conference as a very good player AND a good guy as well, it was his last chance. So, Whybark made sure Doran advanced.
I know this is the second blog in a row in which I've referenced an incredible act of conscience and sportsmanship committed by a golfer - this time at the collegiate level - but it really doesn't matter the sport. Like the two young ladies who carried an opponent around the bases when she injured her ankle running out a home run she had just hit so that she could cross the plate in the final game of her final season; or the two high school basketball teams who colluded to call a timeout at the end of a game to allow for a substitution, a young man with learning disabilitites who had been a loyal manager on his team for many years, was in his final season before graduating and had never seen one second of playing time prior to that day. He suited up, entered the game and proceeded to hit five three-point shots in a row to end the game. He was carried off on his teammates' shoulders.
Sportsmanship. It's a term that represents respect not only for one's opponent on a field of play, but respect for the very game itself. Too often in today's me-first, 24-hour-news-cycle world, we hear of the gun-toting celebrity athlete or the philandering celebrity athlete or the steroid-using celebrity athlete. Key word there being celebrity. We bear witness to the garish, selfish, juvenile displays of celebration when a linebacker sacks a quarterback or a wide receiver catches a pass for a first down - you know, just doing their jobs! It tarnishes the word, sportsman. Then along comes Grant Whybark, and for a minute we forget about all that is bad in sports and remember the sheer joy of playing the game, playing by the rules, and the purity that can be sports when played the way they were intended - with honor, dignity and respect for the opponent and the game. Grant Whybark should be awarded an ESPY - if not the key to the city - but I have a feeling he's a guy who would be embarassed by the honor. He didn't do what he did for the recognition; he did it for the love of the game and out of respect for a deserving fellow competitor. And that's why I'm barking for Grant Whybark. Woof! Woof! Woof! . . .
. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'
So, what do you do? If you're Grant Whybark, you address your ball, settle into your stance, and promptly drive the ball 40 yards right of the fairway and out of bounds. Double-bogey. The opponent pars. Second place. You're crushed, right? I mean, you've spent most of your young life preparing for this moment and what do you do? Shankapotomous. Choke-a-rooney. End of story.
Except, that wasn't the end of the story. You see, young Mr. Whybark wasn't bitten by a sudden case of nerves. No, he hit his tee shot out of bounds - ON PURPOSE. That's right, folks, he did it intentionally. In yet another instance of a selfless and totally classy act that reaffirms my faith in my fellow man, Grant Whybark, sophomore golfer for the University of St. Francis, purposely hit his drive out of bounds so that his opponent, Seth Doran, of Olivet Nazarine, would claim individual medalist honors. You see, Doran was competing only as an individual. His team had already been eliminated from the Chicagoland Collegiate Athletic Conference Championship last month, so the only way Doran could make it to the NAIA National Championship was to win his match against Whybark. Whybark knew he was going to nationals because his team had already locked up the conference team championship. For Doran, a senior who had never made it to finals and a young man known throughout the conference as a very good player AND a good guy as well, it was his last chance. So, Whybark made sure Doran advanced.
I know this is the second blog in a row in which I've referenced an incredible act of conscience and sportsmanship committed by a golfer - this time at the collegiate level - but it really doesn't matter the sport. Like the two young ladies who carried an opponent around the bases when she injured her ankle running out a home run she had just hit so that she could cross the plate in the final game of her final season; or the two high school basketball teams who colluded to call a timeout at the end of a game to allow for a substitution, a young man with learning disabilitites who had been a loyal manager on his team for many years, was in his final season before graduating and had never seen one second of playing time prior to that day. He suited up, entered the game and proceeded to hit five three-point shots in a row to end the game. He was carried off on his teammates' shoulders.
Sportsmanship. It's a term that represents respect not only for one's opponent on a field of play, but respect for the very game itself. Too often in today's me-first, 24-hour-news-cycle world, we hear of the gun-toting celebrity athlete or the philandering celebrity athlete or the steroid-using celebrity athlete. Key word there being celebrity. We bear witness to the garish, selfish, juvenile displays of celebration when a linebacker sacks a quarterback or a wide receiver catches a pass for a first down - you know, just doing their jobs! It tarnishes the word, sportsman. Then along comes Grant Whybark, and for a minute we forget about all that is bad in sports and remember the sheer joy of playing the game, playing by the rules, and the purity that can be sports when played the way they were intended - with honor, dignity and respect for the opponent and the game. Grant Whybark should be awarded an ESPY - if not the key to the city - but I have a feeling he's a guy who would be embarassed by the honor. He didn't do what he did for the recognition; he did it for the love of the game and out of respect for a deserving fellow competitor. And that's why I'm barking for Grant Whybark. Woof! Woof! Woof! . . .
. . .Wishin' I Was Fishin'
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