I Heart Oil

Let's face it, I am totally without a doubt in love with oil. So is my baby, he loves the stuff as well.

I love crude oil and everything about it. I love the vintage vinyl records it helps make. I love the hipster sticker it made on the back of my car. I love the quirky yet realistic slogan shirts it lets me wear. I love the medicines it helps make that save starving babies in Indochina. I love that it helps support all my causes tirelessly for world hunger, freedoms, and cancer. I love the vegan, no-animal-harmed body products I use from Vermont.

Seriously? Yes. Well not the hipster crap. I understand that BP should be investigated and held culpable if shortcomings are found. I agree with doing right and doing right now. Accidents and shortcomings happen. Drilling for oil is not an exact science. Similarly medicine is not an exact science and people unfortunately die from error. BP doesn't have malpractice to support it though.

11 people died from an EXPLOSION aboard a rig. This explosion and other accidents caused a gash in an oil line. BP is trying to fix the gash, but must pass through hurdles, jumps, and hoopla because our precious wildlife must be protected.

Sometimes you must do damage before good. Similarly a surgeon's cut. Without the cut the cancer cannot be taken out.

It drives me beyond nuts the posts I see about BP, oil, and death. We learn from error and mistake. We will learn from this. Animals are dead and dying. Some we love and will mourn, must we think are gross, dangerous, or merely a nuisance. Why don't we see the photos of dead bacteria, plankton, corral, ad nauseum? Because we don't care. We care about dolphins and shrimp.

I will support BP, and support drilling offshore and on. We will never be clean energy, at least not in our lives. Everything has oil in it, or has been made on things that use oil. I feel we need to rely less on foreign oil and more on our own. What? Export oil? Reduce our dependence on others and have a MONEY-MAKING EXPORT on our hands would be a smart move. So is finding more green energy alternatives. But those beautiful windmills take oil to make and run.

It could also be because my great-grandparents were wildcatters and "I got oil in my blood".