A New Cap And Some Sickening Feelings In The Gulf

The mock graveyard in Grand Isle for all the things that have died due to the oil spill. Photo courtesy Pribram

The mock graveyard in Grand Isle for all the things that have died due to the oil spill. Photo courtesy Pribram

BP set a new, tighter fitting cap onto the damaged well yesterday. From all accounts it is doing it’s job at the moment. They still need to conduct pressure tests for the next 6-48 hours to see if will be the final cure for stopping the leaking well. One of two things could happen with it: 1. The pressure readings will be all good and the well will be capped or 2. The pressure readings will be too high and they will have to remove the new cap so it will not cause the well to explode, thus continuing the gusher. For more on that update head to the New York Times here.

Here’s an update from Eco Warrior James Pribram:

With every step I take, I feel as if I’m walking farther from the world I knew. In disbelief, I keep trying to make sense of what it is I am seeing. I still can’t.

I have chills just thinking about it. My eyes are watering, and this untamable emotion is running through me.

Visiting Grand Isle yesterday was just like attending my best friend’s funeral because the ocean in Grand Isle is dead. It is a ghost town—the beach is empty except for rude and disrespectful BP cleanup crews, who adeptly avoid speaking about the spill.

What causes their hostility toward the common person seeking answers?

The black gold gleaming off the rocks. Photo courtesy Pribram

The black gold gleaming off the rocks. Photo courtesy Pribram

In a time when these so-called BP employees should be sincere and compassionate toward the public, for the most part, from my experience, they are anything but. Why have these people not been briefed in civil and everyday manners? They should be bringing the people of this region affected by the oil spill breakfast in bed and washing their cars, doing anything in their power to make these people feel better.

But instead, BP hides behind marketing scams such as Vessels of Opportunity, which was supposed to put local fishermen back to work looking for oil, but has become a way for anybody with a boat to make extra money.

Imagine a beach devoid of anything good. A beach that for miles and miles is closed, with the only colors that one can see being the two different colors of oil boom that litter the seashore. The smell is sickening, and believe me when I tell you it is worse than anything you can imagine.

It is a scene out of some weird sci-fi movie that just blows me away. I am so crushed at the thought of such flagrant irresponsibility towards our oceans and our environment. Does our government really care?

Or does oil just rule the world?

Head here to stay up to date on James’ investigation in the Gulf.

No getting on the beach here... Photo courtesy Pribram

No getting on the beach here... Photo courtesy Pribram