I actually have changed my position on BP now from wanting the company to be in all ways held accountable for cleaning up the spill to wanting the company to be totally removed from participating in the clean up in any way but also wanting its American assets to be confiscated by the government and used to fund the clean up.
I actually have lost faith that BP is doing anything constructive to clean up the spill and is only (1) dallying and (2) doing things that create profit for itself, damn the environment and damn the people of the region.
I’m not actually sure either whether President Obama has sufficient control over a legion of government bureaucrats who have for so long drunk at the corporate trough that they probably cannot be reasonably expected to honestly administer a clean-up effort. (I hope I’m wrong.)
But at the same time, if they were completely herded out of government service, I’m not sure how many honest workers would remain. Who is not corrupted?
If I were in charge of matters, I’m not sure where my dilemma would leave us.
Nonetheless, the whole corporate and governmental apparatus seems too hopelessly-corrupted to look for comfort from either quarter.
I might say that that leaves us with only the military to turn to, but they too would probably prove to be hopelessly unreliable.
I begin to see the problem that President Obama may be facing. Assuming I’m correct in thinking that he himself is not corrupted but a reliable lightworker who is up against a Herculean task of cleaning out the Aegean stable of corruption that the modern American scene represents, who remains uncompromised around him? Where is a second honest man or woman? How does he construct a team from among such poor recruits?
Perhaps President Obama should do away with the qualifying exams for civil servants and simply ask men and women of integrity to come to Washington to help him.
I confess that I’m back at square one, not knowing how this miasma of corruption can produce a force of lightworkers capable of tackling the work that lies ahead of us but also knowing that the usual suspects who have undermined and profited from every previous attempt to make any significant progress can no longer be trusted to run a popsicle stand.
I rest in total impotence, not willing to deny my utter pessimism at this moment and not willing to move an inch from feeling that impotence totally.
I do not know, at this moment, what a single useful step in any direction might be. I can only “be with” this feeling of utter hopelessness to see what arises to take its place after I complete my experience of it.