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From CNN.com this evening:

According to an internal BP document released Sunday by Rep. Edward Markey, D-Massachusetts, BP believed that the worst-case scenario could be as high as 100,000 barrels, or 4.2 million gallons of oil per day.

The figure is the highest yet to surface regarding the leaking oil well.

Hmm. “Highest yet to surface” and “higher worst-case scenario than previously reported” in the paragraph above that. Yet— I could swear I’ve seen that number somewhere before

I’ve never been too worried about being a Cassandra— but getting Laocoön-ed sticks in my head as a threat. When I was in middle and high school, I had a recurring elaborate dream about surviving a nuclear apocalypse by convincing a cadre of followers to retreat into underground Seattle. In thanks for having convinced them to hunker down before the war, the CHUDs elect me mayor of Sewertown— a position I reluctantly accept on the condition they promise to stay deep enough in our new subterranean home to avoid the surface radiation.

Flash forward several years. Two young postbellum sewer tots wander into the hot zone and die horrible prolonged deaths. Enraged, Sewertown blames, turns on and ultimately lynches their previously Honorable Mayor, yours truly.

It was, uh, not a pleasant dream.

If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Sorry about the echo chamber, blog; we’ll start shoveling in the coals again soon.

I’m not one of those Generalized Liberal Anxiety Disorder types and have, frankly, little fear about Dino Rossi beating Patty Murray.

Rossi’s desperate refrain that he’s “not running on those issues” to minimize discussing his views on abortion, the environment and evolution won’t fly now that he’s running for the Senate. (Fun fact— Rossi worked on the campaign against I-210, the 1991 initiative to make Roe v. Wade state law!)

I heard on KUOW’s The Conversation today that one of the Rossi campaign’s strategies is to make a stink out of Murray’s earmarks. This post owes its entire existence to the fact that the Conversation didn’t use the one-liner I emailed them:

If Dino Rossi thinks complaining about money coming into Washington state is an effective campaign strategy, I wish him the best of luck in his personal campaign to prove that the third time may, in fact, not be the charm.

I have little more than sorrow and outrage to add to the mounting international outcry over the unconscionable Israeli raid on the Gaza aid flotilla. I can’t help but notice that, since I woke up an hour and half ago, the Israeli comments on that international response summary linked above have been moved to the bottom of the page or scrubbed all together— not surprising, when the comments are as asinine and offensive to basic human reason as this gem from Israeli Deputy Foreign Minister Danny Ayalon:

I want to report this morning that the armada of hate and violence in support of the Hamas terror organization was a premeditated and outrageous provocation. The organizers are well-known for their ties to Global Jihad, Al-Qaeda and Hamas.

That it? I heard they were also supplying fuel rods to the Kims, genetically-engineered super-poppies to the Taliban and submachine guns to the Sinaloa Cartel.

Meanwhile, in the real world, a court case revealed earlier this month the top secret specifics of what the Gaza blockade consists of. I like this quote from the Sari Bashi, who’s with Israeli human rights group that sued for the information:

I certainly don’t understand why cinnamon is permitted, but coriander is forbidden. Is there something more dangerous about coriander? Is coriander more critical to Gaza’s economy than cinnamon? This is a policy that appears to make no sense.

“Appears to” are the key words here. The seemingly ridiculous line between what’s allowed (canned meat, mineral water, tahini, tea and coffee) and what’s not (canned fruit, fruit juice, jam, chocolate) seems to me purposefully designed to be frustrating in it’s unpredictability and capriciousness. The fact that the details of the blockade are an all-mighty state secret plays right into this— keeping people in a permanently paranoid, demoralized and resigned condition. It’d be psychological warfare if it wasn’t, you know, also leading to natal anemia and the collapse of their economy.

Anyway. This article on Daily Kos is the best summary I’ve seen so far of both what’s happening and what’s happened. There are snap protests all over the country today, so if you live in a major city, check the list to see if anything’s happening near you. It’ll be interesting to see how news of this evolves over the next few days— I was pretty appalled with how quickly the US media moved on from Israel’s rejection of the provisional UN plan calling for a nuclear-weapon-free Middle East. When any significant stockpile of nuclear weapons exists on the planet (including our own), how dare Netanyahu refer to Israel as “the only country anywhere on Earth threatened with annihilation.”

Sorry about the double whammy but hey, two more quick intelligence failures.

One, a quickie, from the Clearly Let Down By My Local School District Department, everybody’s favorite crying idiot, Glenn Beck:

[Our] country is economically on fire, and I think we have Julius Caesar in the White House.

I guess we should take it easy on him; he Nero-ly got it right!

Two, I was delighted to wake up to the media storm around the Paul-Maddow showdown. I heard Rand Paul on All Things Considered yesterday and nearly went apoplectic at his artless dodging of whether or not he would have voted for the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Coupled with Palin-esque stinkers like this one explicating his dislike of the Americans with Disabilities Act,

I think if you have a two-story office and you hire someone who’s handicapped, it might be reasonable to let him have an office on the first floor rather than the government saying you have to have a $100,000 elevator. And I think when you get to the solutions like that, the more local the better, and the more common sense the decisions are, rather than having a federal government make those decisions.

I was struck with both horror and the deep sadness that the Venn diagram of “people who may vote for Rand Paul” and “people listening to NPR” might not have a huge overlap. Thank God he had the chance to implode on the TV!

CNN says Dennis Blair is resigning; BBC says he is being “replace(d).” Interesting disconnect in terminology there! I also think it’s interesting that, among the BBC’s laundry list of recent spy snafus, they didn’t include this doozy.

Meanwhile in intelligence failures,

(BP) spokesman Mark Proegler said Thursday that the siphon is now drawing about 5,000 barrels a day up to a ship on the surface. That’s as much as government and company officials had estimated the spill was pouring into the Gulf every day for a month. Proegler declined to estimate how much more oil was escaping.

…yeah, I bet he did. I’ve been pretty disgusted with the government’s complacency in regards to BP’s stranglehold on information. I understand that a lot of that complacency was built into the system— this  is, after all, the same regulatory regime that capped potential monetary damages, ostensibly to ensure “Mom and Pop,” smaller oil company firms could still compete in the offshore environment. Any system stupid enough to have ever bought that logic probably has a lot of stupid built into its peripheries.

But seriously— CBS had Coast Guard officials blocking camera crews from filming polluted beaches, with the officials insisting “(these are) BP’s rules, (they’re) not ours.” Whose damn Coast are you Guarding? The insinuation clearly seems to be its not “ours” either.

That’s what I thought to myself when I saw the headline “Fungus hits Afghan opium poppies” on the BBC News site tonight.

I wasn’t particularly surprised, then, to have “British and US accused of poppy plague warfare” be the other result in Google News.

Today, in the Southern County, I shared a bus stop with, I think, three generations of one family. The daughter— twenty, 350 pounds, manic  and eye-darty, wearing revealing clothing (revealing, of course, tramp stamp-esque body art). Swearing about how “fine, they’ll get fucking frozen pizzas if (her Mom)’s sick of macaroni and cheese!” The mom— I thought a sister at first (I thought the daughter older and the Mom younger) but later guessed thirty-five, heavily make-uped, matching body art, matching weight, huge (twenty centimeter wide) bruises on her lower legs. Wearing sunglasses; couldn’t figure out how to get her Mom onto the bus wheelchair ramp. The grandmother— sheen of dementia, smiling at nothing, mid-sixties, wheelchair, right leg in a cast (at a twenty degree angle towards her starboard side), top inexplicably buttoned down to reveal Victoria’s Secret-style push-up bra. It was a definite Stare At The Ground kind of situation.