Maybe I’ve heard about too many eco-disaster movie plot lines, I dunno.
But I half-awoke this morning imagining it as a hole poked in a balloon–only a small hole, mind you, but given sufficient outlet, allowedÂ just one place through which to release its enormous pressure, the connected caldrons of oil and gas under the Gulf of Mexico would, with BP’s vaudevillian futzing around with mock-expertise simply burst across its entire thousand square mile expanse in one gigantic unctuous belch.
It would be sort of the Yucatan K-T Event meteorite impact in reverse, earth to sky, and would in turn set off a chain of reactive geologic events–a massive tsunami, of course, but also it would trigger a chain of volcanic eruptions along the ancient sea-bed fault line running through central America.
I have this waking-dream playing in my mind when I wake up the computer first thing this morning and read…
Thousands of people have been forced to flee their homes as two volcanos erupted in Guatemala and Ecuador.
I think I’ll have some more coffee, and go back to bed and see if I can jump back in where I left off, maybe catch the delta-waves tube as this story makes the Morning Show with a yawn. “Oh well. We have other gulfs” they’ll say with mock sadness.” Meanwhile, on American Idol…ï»¿”