as the disaster grows

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I think you gotta live on the gulf coast to really get it...there is this giant mass of oil...somedays the size of Jamaica...being pushed around the bathtub that is the gulf of mexico...I live and work on the beach...and we all... from texas to the keys are sitting here waiting for the destruction to hit us...and we are used to this...when there is a hurricane in the gulf...we wait...where will it go? do I board up the house and go inland?... we are a prepared group...but this is different...the florida control center ...set up by the feds is here in st. pete...we have volunteers ready...rags and dawn in hand to help save the sea birds and dolphins and giant sea turles...the fisherman are all signing up for bp's " turn your boat into an oil skimming rig" program.. because soon there will be no fishing.. they say the el nino might push the oil down the center of the gulf towards the florida straights... through thousands of miles of sea beds with long grasses...through pristine waters...then up the east coast...past Miami and lauderdale...thats unless we get an early hurricane...and then it could be everywhere!
it is so fucking beautiful here...the water is blue...the beaches are powder white...if you watch people they just seem to be drawn to the waters edge...it is a very quiet and contemplative space...I am headed to the beach to spend my last days before the blight...literally... i have friends who went to the beach this weekend for a last look...dramatic you might say...250,000 gallons of crude a day...pumped for almost a month...into our beautiful gulf...even IF it doesn't hit my beach...its gonna hit my neighbors...and you are all my neighbors...this is your beach and your gulf..whether you live in Pa. or California..and dramatically...life for us and all of you will never be the same

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