Crow here. Please pardon my somewhat ruffled and down at beak appearance today but I've spent months of spring and summer toiling at the Gulf of Mexico in a rescue operation. Just recently we heard the news that the massive blowout of oil from the infamous Deepwater Horizon site has been capped and there's nothing more to concern ourselves with.
Nothing more to see here folks. Everything is back to normal. Nobody need worry about the millions of ton of Corexit that have been dumped into the water since it does keep the spilled oil submerged. You can't see it. It's gone. So it may be a little toxic to marine life but what the heck, you can't see them either unless you go diving.
I've been around millennia so try to take the long view, but I must admit I haven't been able to help but notice there's something seriously wrong and I don't like it. In point of fact, I'm angry, ticked off, indignant, offended, irate, outraged, resentful, and yes, vexed. I don't know what's right. I don't know the right thing to do. I don't have any answers. It's a puzzle.
Naturally, if I complain out loud someone will always say, 'So what's your answer?' Anyone who's considered the great mass of problems that have come to weigh on us certainly has some clues about how to make things better but none of us have the solutions to everything that's gone wrong. How could we? It appears we've reached the end result of hundreds of years of generally limited vision combined with a natural tendency among some to be power mad and greedy.
So I protest in general, an empty protest, a non-positivist way of being part of the political discourse. I take my outrage seriously but I can't force myself to have answers. There's no way to replace the frustration I feel by figuring out rational answers to insanity. Why try to fill the emptiness of protest with positive suggestions before their time?
When the time is right the answers will come to me, to you, to others. Meanwhile, we go on with our lives and hope that day comes soon.