|Psychopath City, Oilandia|
What are we if we are the destroyers of the Earth while singing joy to the world?
I think Oil-Qaeda and Terrarists may be the proper words for it (The Climate Change Scorecard).
The incessant deceitful ads puked by Big Pollution (BP), about how they have "cleaned up the Gulf of Mexico," may infect a few there in Oilandia, where the mantra of praise ("Oilah Akbar") is habitually chanted by the sycophants in captivity along that coast.
The pirate ships of old have been replaced with the mosquito machines sucking the blood of death from the hellish depths, where the elemental sages of history layer the story of past mass extinctions, the stories we do not hear over the roar of the four, six, and eight cylinder engines of McTell News (“Look, if you think any American official is going to tell you the truth, then you’re stupid. Did you hear that? — stupid.” - Assistant Secretary of Defense for Public Affairs).
Some scientists observe Dolphins killed by BP while others know that weakened Dolphins are made sick by BP by the many BP degrees of psychopathology hanging on their bragging walls.
Some of us also know that there is more "freedom stuff" being collected by USAFRICOM, even while others of us know that Any More U.S. “Stabilization” and Africa Will Collapse.
"We" can readily agree with Edward Snowden: ‘I already won’, but "we" can't figure out how to celebrate that victory with change we can live with, because it is also true that in another sense "we have already lost."
People in Oilandia are not compensated for diseases forced upon them:
"Joy To The World", by Three Dog Night