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[primroseburrows]

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?


This depressing moment is brought to you by William Butler Yeats and BP.

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Leave it to the press to be entirely inaccurate in big areas and then try to keep their credibility. Grr.

I don't know what's up with the job offer thing--it seems to be another branch of BP (their supposed "green" branch, which is painfully ironic even to think about.

I haven't heard about any bad stuff about the UK--probably because I tend to watch/listen to the progressive stuff and they're not about blaming countries, I dunno. I believe you when you say it's there, though, and ick. That's just awful.

We all need to do better with oil. A LOT better.

Eventually we're all going to run out, and then we'll have no choice. Although I don't think it's at all fringe-y to say that when we finally do run out, there's a real possibility that "civilization" will come to a crashing halt. Because it's not just gas and heat and light, it's building structures and pipes and medical equipment. Scary stuff.

I just hope this kind of disaster is at least the very beginning of a wakeup call for everyone. This is what oil does, and oh, by the way, we're going to run out of it.

And btw, I've always been a fan of the UK, even before I knew diddly about politics (hey, I've been using a dorky bastardised version of British spelling since I was twelve because I think it's prettier *g*). Also, two words: Monty Python.