Well, as I sit here and listen to the news report from the Gulf of Mexico informing me that the latest effort by BP to slow the leaking has failed,  the echo of Palin’s inane rant accompanies images of pristine wetlands fouled, perhaps forever, by her precious oil.

I’m also cognizant of all of the places around the globe where the shut-off valves are slowly rusting amid the assurances of Big Oil that everything is okay.

Yesterday I sat beside a marsh with my camera patiently waiting for a Yellowthroat Warbler to burst into song.  Big Oil was on my mind then.

How many marsh warblers and how many marshes will have to die before we wake up?

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