I was going to blog about random mommy-blogging stuff today, but I have something else to get off my chest. I have put a lot of thought into this, and I just wanna say, I hate BP. I know hate is a strong word, but I really feel okay about pulling out the big guns (we were never allowed to use the word "hate" in our house growing up). I keep listening to the news each night (yes, I have officially grown up and watch the news now) and each day I hear more and more about the oil. The promises that it is about to stop. The terrible terrible pictures of the animals and the wet lands (heartbreaking photos) as days and weeks go by with no end in sight. The projected path of the oil and how it will cover America's east coast. It is just devastating our country.
And now the news anchors have turned their attention to Pensacola Beach. My beach. My families beach. The beach we are taking Henry in six weeks time. The beach I want to be his first. the first sand between his toes. His first sand castle. His first taste of salt water. And now we sit on pins and needles waiting for word on if they will close the beach. And we will change our plans. And our perfect family beach will be forever changed. Not because of a natural disaster, but because of a preventable man made one.
So, I hate you BP. I hate you down in the depths of my soul. I hate your cover-ups and your concerns with your image over your desire to fix the problem. I hate that you allowed this to happen. I hate that you told your employees not to wear masks because they look bad in pictures. I hate that you hired fake workers for when the president was there to look good. I hate that you HAVEN'T STOPPED THE OIL LEAK. But I guess most of all I hate America's dependency on oil. That we needed to ever let you drill off shores in the first place. But for now I will take my hate out on you, BP. And at least promise to never get gas at one of their gas stations again. Ever. I think I can keep the promise. The hate runs deep.