Well, the Oilpocalypse is now officially depressing shit.

I don't watch a lot of TV, and I don't think that I have seen a lot of oil spill footage since I started birding, and this is really, really depressing to see these animals wallowing in humans' filth. It's disgusting. I want to see that pigfucking BP CEO tarred and feathered. Let's see how he likes it, the piece of shit.

Anyway, on happier note, there's been a death. Nobody you know. It's just that next weekend I'm going to be gone for a few days for the memorial. We got word last night that their condition (a disease we all knew was going to be terminal) was crashing. Last night, we were trying to get everything together, planning to leave this afternoon to get up there in time, but their family said that there was no point--we'd never make it in time. And they were right. It ended last night. So, big bummer.

And then there was the radio interview today. That went well. I had a good time, at least. It was like an hour's vacation of sheer terror from the depression. I have a hard time speaking off the cuff in, you know, complete sentences, and if you were to read a transcript, you'd see a lot of recursive speech (by which I mean, "repetitive shit"). Also, I may have conflated the Israeli Defense Force with "Jews" which is not good, but inadvertent. I was making the point that an antisemitic conspiracy theorist had to somehow reconcile the idea that the Jews were capable of running the world but incapable of executing a raid. So you have to reconcile a sort of omnipotence with a sort of incompetence. I can't do it. Anyway, I was making the point that Jews aren't evil, which I'll stand by, or at least not any more evil than the rest of us.

HJ