I’m trying to examine it as it is as well. My subjective experience is real too. Sorry my nightmare narrative didn’t make a lot of sense. My hypothesis is that my subconscious was spinning dream imagery out of pre-existing emotions. The structure is quirky in a way particular to me: it is constructed around a song. The oil spill is represented performed on a submerged pipe organ that farts enormous amounts of oil. Presumably the piece takes ~100 days to perform; the notes track the various oil output conditions from the rig.
My original post is mostly an omission. I was going about my business and leading my fantastic life when suddenly I was overcome once again by the spitball of emotions surrounding the BP situation. I had a perfectly good anger rant, but frankly I thought it would be mocked and cut it out. It all boiled down to hating BP and thinking the rest of you should be persuaded to hate them too.
Well the OP got panned with comments like ‘it isn’t even a rant’. A better rant presented itself once, worked up about the issue in advance, I was seized by nightmares.
The part that doesn’t make sense is probably the most interesting. I am describing the submerged turd-chuch, then I’ve somehow escaped and am in the rowboat on a sea of oil 50 miles from shore, then I’m talking about the Packers. Incoherent? No. I had just woken up and could still clearly look upon my breaking nightmare, at the same time I was taking in the reality of the coming day. Waking, I was furious at BP. Sleeping, my feelings inflated into a multi-media production. I percieved a third place where maybe I could get away: blotto drunk.
Back when it was, “Day 65: BP’s top brass anxiously struggles to pull their heads out of each other’s asses!”, the horror was everywhere and I thought I’d just get wasted. If you ever try this, I strongly recommend shelling out extra for higher-quality liquor, as it won’t make you sick and you might not even get a hangover. You’re still not doing your body any favors but think about it.
Anyway I have too much invested in my personal health and fitness to develop an LTR with Bellvedere or Bombay Sapphire. But the disgust is at record levels. What has ever been more disgusting? For all the unholy bullshit spun by my worried mind in a black nightmare, none of it disgusts like 200 million gallons of oil dumped into the Gulf of Mexico.
None of it offends like the spill. In the nightmare, the whore apparently is being married to everyone at once by the zombie goat priest, hence the laughing at YOU!. This spill reached out and affected all of our lives, it wasn’t just something we could watch. It touched us, and I think it is fucking disgusting.
Into the mix add the extraordinarily vexing causes of the spill and the emotional pressure becomes claustraphobic and hence the desire to flee. In reality it can’t be fled, but drinking provides the suggestion of escape.
It is the pit so if posters want to be ad hominem I might as well respond straightforwardly anyway. I’ll confront my inner asshole if it helps bring justice closer to BP.
There is no way to sugar-coat it, so I will be blunt: I don’t find you all that infuriating.