The first of May: originally a day set aside for celebration of the onset of real Spring, with flowers, multicolored ribbons flowing from poles called, unsurprisingly, “Maypoles”, and happy, dancing children, the word “Mayday” has become a universal distress signal, derived not from the first day of May, but from the French, “m’aider,” which means “help me.” In the former U.S.S.R., it was a celebration of “Workers,” and a parade to display tanks and military strength.
But today, in these United States, it is a Mayday of epic proportions, as our beloved Gulf swims with an unceasing flow of oil spurting from under its floor for reasons yet unknown. After a week of helplessly watching thousands of gallons spew daily from below, the pResident suddenly yesterday dispensed SWAT teams to the area. SWAT?? As in, BANG! POW!? Since when do SWAT teams function as data gathering forensics teams?! No one seems to know or is letting on the actual cause for this debacle, which far surpasses the Exxon Valdez’s 1990’s dust up in Alaska, but reports that an accident of this magnitude is highly improbably are beginning to surface. Many associated with engineering safeguards claim that this could only have happened as a result of sabotage or a direct attack.
Add to this the riot police Illinois sicced on that bunch of God Bless America singing old ladies, the Arizona border war and the almost literal flak their governor has received for trying to address an untenable situation…and the list goes on.
Nothing to solve today–sometimes all one can do is research the problem, keep a cool head and resort to prayer and meditation for a bit.