Oil KIll: The Gulf of Mexico Killing Fields. What BP Doesnt Want You Thinking About and then acting upon.

We are involved with Indigenous life skills.

There's nothing primitive about it to me

as whilst living for years in So. America

during which I lived and loved living life, amonst the Huaroni tribe and visiting other tribes for various durations.

The health of all of the Natural world I feel should

(theres that for some taboo word..should)

be of the utmost priority concern for us.

Those of us who love going home

n immerse ourselves in intimate relationship with nature

n within ourselves...

(n Im sure there are some of you who see nature as your playground,

your resource to use as you n other humans please..

Youll evolve in time,

you will simply have no choice but to!)

...know if we do not care for

and respect all living beings in all their shapes, sizes and forms

that we will all die.

Simple as that.

If youre a self centred human that means your human based world fails, everything you have ever know parishes including you.

If you are a compassionate spirit who does respect nature,

it means humans die out including all of their hideousness and their immense beauties

Also in the course of getting to that point humans kill off so many other life forms.


just maybe nature will transform

and create a beautiful world again,

but in a different manner in ways

after the decomposiion of all the shit modern humans have toxified it with,

including some of them.

Humans are NOT the reason why the earth is here.

Humans are merely a hicup in the his/her-story of the earth,

which likely will go on existing with out us.

Nature is our origin.

Nature is our home.

Nature is what we are made of and will return to.

The exploitation of nature is absolutely unacceptable at



be it the massive stupidity of the continuing use of 1080 in this country

or NZ now deeloping GE foods

or NZ recent okay to begin allowing highly concentrated Uranium into not only Auckland port but Nelsons port

(Noclear developmen needded to be ended when it started years ago!)

or the damning of a river in Brazil and the brutal dislocation of indigenous peoples who are living where the waters will soon flood out their homes in the pathedic acclaimed path of progress.

What a fricken facade for some folks who have financial self invested interests to have the hydro plant built.

(Much the same as the application of 1080 in NZ as well,

it continues cause some folks are arrogent of their ignorance of just what in fact 1080 is doing to nature n to us, as well as theres those who majorly profiteer from its use)

The article below is an education one for those not familar of whats in part really going on in reference to the BP oil spill.

I recognize this is a site for indigenous skills.

Is not the sharing of indigenous skills intimately interwoven with our experience of the ntural world n its condition?

Thus, I hope this article and maybe others in the future are welcomed here.

Monday, June 07, 2010

The Gulf of Mexico Killing Fields BP Doesn’t Want You Thinking About
Commentary by Dr. Joe MacInnis

Sea Shepherd Board of Advisors
May 25, 2010

Since April 20 more than seven million barrels of oil have spewed out of a runaway well on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. Most of the focus has been on containing the enormous slick on the surface. BP waited for weeks before releasing the first images of oil gushing out of the wellhead suggesting the company is trying to downplay the destruction of life in the fifteen hundred meters above the seafloor.
IMAGINE A SUBMERGED PLUME OF OIL four times as high as the Empire State Building. It begins at the seafloor, thundering out of a shattered twenty-inch pipe with so much force that the sediments seem to sway.
Less dense than seawater, the oil billows upward, black and buoyant. At this depth, fifteen hundred meters below the surface, there is no light so the oil is unseen—a murderous black presence within an everlasting darkness. As it rises, it swells into thunderheads, roiling clouds, and ragged columns. Smaller plumes break away from the main plume and drift sideways in the currents. Some of these shaggy, stunted plumes remain suspended and never reach the surface.

After rising more than a thousand meters, the widening plume slithers into the lower layers of the sunlit zone. Slow moving currents shear it into shattered smoke and upward streaming strands. For many kilometers in every direction, seawater is shot through with black threads, small droplets, and greasy vapors. When the oil reaches the surface, there are places where the smell of swamp rot and sulfur can make men sick.
In the pilothouses of the drill rigs and support ships floating over the plume, the mantra is control: control of the blowout preventer, control of the top hat, control of the relief wells, control of the submersible robots with their five-function arms, control of the oil streaming up from the seabed. The asymmetrical slicks and sheens running out to the horizon confirm how out of control things really are.

The men on the vessels are deckhands, drillers, engineers, technical experts, and oil response crews from coastal towns like Morgan City, Grand Isle, and Venice. They’ve been working around the clock ever since the high-pressure pocket of natural gas blew past the blowout preventer, roared up the riser, enveloped the drill rig, and burst into fiery orange flames that wouldn’t quit until the rig disappeared beneath the surface. The city-block-size structure with its enormous steel tower that sent drill pipe seven miles down into the earth’s crust now lies silently on the seafloor at a strange angle.

The deep waters beneath the drill rigs and support ships are a place of death and mystery. They hold the eleven men burned beyond recognition when the rig blew up. They hold the soot-black remains of a billion-dollar drilling platform. They hide the hideous maw of a runaway oil well. For sharks, whales, and thousands of other species they’re a place of incalculable carnage.

The seafloor in this corner of the Gulf of Mexico has names like Sounder Canyon, Dauphin Dome, the West Florida Slope, and the Mississippi- Alabama Shelf. It is a wild run of sediment-covered plains, erratic hills, steep ravines, and abrupt valleys. For more than a month, the ever-enlarging oil plume has been drifting across this unseen realm enveloping the larvae and newborn of snapper, dolphin, lobster, billfish, and bluefin tuna. The prodigy of death and mutilations in young and mature animals includes eye wounds, mouth wounds, gill wounds, stomach wounds, gelatinous tissue wounds, and oxygen-deprived metabolisms.
The cell-swarm of killing continues right up to the surface where phytoplankton—the lungs of the planet—are savaged by the violence of the oil and the chemicals used to disperse it. Trillions upon trillions upon trillions of dead diatoms and dinoflagellates rain down through the filthy procession of upward moving oil. In deep water they merge with uncounted corpses of copepods and in deeper water still, the lifeless remnants of big fish, small fish, turtles and invertebrates. The deluge of mega-death continues until the remains come to rest on the gaunt floor of the Gulf.

This is the undersea story of the Deep Water Horizon oil kill—the story BP doesn’t want you thinking about.

JOE MACINNIS is a physician who spent the early years of his career providing medical support for commercial divers working on oil platforms and pipelines in the Gulf of Mexico. He’s dived to 4,000 meters in research subs in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans and is currently writing a book about leadership in life-threatening environments. For more go to drjoemacinnis.com

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