Crossposted from Street Prophets.
Over the course of several weeks I began noticing something that, the more I thought about it, just didn't jive with reality. First came the collective sigh of relief in the media that the Gulf Coast had dodged a bullet (or two): Alex and Bonnie did not have the effect on BP's Deepwater Horizon well and the U.S. coast that everyone feared.
And then it started in earnest: the bad weather had actually done us all a great favor, by breaking up the vast expanses of thick, gloppy crude. We began to hear about how busy little bacteria could now more easily digest the toxic mess as Nature began to heal herself. It didn't take long before stories like this multiplied, continuing to raise hopes that the disaster's environmental impact may be less than feared.
I've gone from sorrow to exasperation to anger.
