Sunday, October 2, 2016
Classic corporate move -- Exxon is investigating the investigators.
State officials in Texas -- where else -- are investigating District Attorneys in other states who are trying to determine if Exxon Mobil knew more about climate change's causes and harms than it has said it knew.
They've got a political lap dog, a Republican from Texas named Lamar, a veritable gauntlet of lawyers, and a chorus of communications professionals without conscious. Greed runs wide and deep and long.
If they can say that the people investigating them are under investigation, they've won another small victory in the obfuscation of climate change and their culpability.
This is because Exxon Mobil is one of the dirtiest companies the world has ever seen, and they will use every angle or strategy to continue to make billions of dollars at the expense of human health and the health of the planet.
Once again, Greenpeace says it like it is:
Annie Leonard, its executive director, said “America’s least respected politicians have now courageously stepped up to defend one of America’s most hated corporations from scrutiny.”
The 13 signers of the Smith letter (investigating the DAs), she noted, “have been paid millions in campaign contributions from coal, oil and gas companies, so this letter is more proof that the system works — for corporations.”
Here's an article about it from the New York Times:
Posted by Mike Misner at 5:42 PM
Sunday, May 22, 2016
The greatest thing about solar power systems is that they make sense in the grand scheme of things.
The sun brings life to this planet. Nearly every living thing exists because the sun provides energy that creates food -- like plants and phytoplantkon -- which in turn is eaten by all sorts of critters which are in turn are eaten by all sorts of other critters.
Only in caves and two miles under the ocean, where the sun does not penetrate, does life succeed without sunlight. But those are rare instances.
Taking solar energy from the sun in the form of excited electrons in glass and silica to energize human lives has an elegance to it. I'd go as far as to say it nudges us closer to the natural world.
It sure beats the heck out of burning something we dug up and over-stuffing the atmosphere with dirty gasses.
Posted by Mike Misner at 4:02 PM
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Too Tranquilo in Guatemala
on this stretch of Pacific Beach
off the vast volcanic slope
that is southern Guatemala.
Spotted a bright white egret in the mangroves so far.
A lone tern wandering up and down the coast
flying just overhead while I bobbed in the swells.
And a long and curious line of pelicans,
like a wandering, dotted pencil drawing.
They gathered in one spot in the sky,
and then flew overhead single file
same distance apart one from the other, quietly organized.
Basura is on the sand and in the brush
and burning on the step-away streets.
Industrial smell of smoldering plastic.
Up in smoke may be better than in the tern's belly.
Two massive dark objects on the horizon.
Boxy, obvious right angles of man,
three distinct smoke stacks.
clear, even from my distance.
Staking a terrible claim to rake the ocean,
processing the catch on board into frozen ingots of lost wilds.
Shrimp is everywhere on the local menu,
because nearly all of the mangroves in the area
have been turned into shrimp farms.
Manatees and cranes and juvenile fish
become homeless overnight.
I can't eat the shrimp knowing this.
My silent boycott about as significant as a grain of sand.
The sole tourist boat
must charge $200 U.S. a head,
to buy gas to get out far enough,
to see big marine life.
Not sure if that's a product of anything or if it's always been that way.
But I imagine there was a time when you
could sit on the beach and see
whales and bottlenose dolphin, and maybe even a manta.
Vaunted turtle sanctuary in the ramshackle town,
just past Johnny's Saloon,
has empty pools with dry black sand in the bottom.
But also flat sand beds protected and marked off
as if growing tomatoes but nothing has sprouted yet,
not the tiny paws
or the small snout of a newborn sea turtle.
Life is brave the turtle says,
life is delicate and brief, but resilient,
to a point.
The turtles hatch and are corralled into mesh cylinders,
later they are set off into the ocean,
like seeds in a brisk wind.
Stuff whatever money I have in my pocket
into their donation box.
Someone is trying.
Lizards, birds, insects, marine life, mangroves?
All quiet. Too tranquilo.
Posted by Mike Misner at 12:51 PM