I sighed uneasy relief with everyone else when BP finally stopped Deepwater Horizon from emptying itself in the Gulf. Yes, I knew it was temporary. Yes, I knew it could blow up again any minute. But there was, nevertheless, a relief. For a short time anyway, BP would stop turning the Gulf of Mexico into a disgusting oil gumbo garnished with oil soaked pelicans and dead dolphins.
But then I read this article in the New York Times:
A wellhead in southeastern Louisiana was spewing a mist of oil and gas up to 100 feet into the air after being hit by a tug boat early Tuesday morning, officials said. It is at least the third unrelated oil leak in the area since the Deepwater Horizon spill began 99 days earlier.
The well is about 65 miles south of New Orleans in Barataria Bay, which is surrounded by wildlife-rich wetlands and was a fertile area for fishermen, shrimpers and oystermen before the BP spill. By Tuesday afternoon, a reddish brown sheen 50 yards by one mile long was spotted near the well, according to a spokeswoman for the Coast Guard.
The Coast Guard said the well was owned by Cedyco, a company based in Houston.
The wellhead burst at 1 a.m. local time Tuesday after being hit by a tug boat, the Pere Ana C, that was pushing a dredge barge, Captain Buford Berry, though details were still being investigated.
So, not to put too fine a point on it, there is more oil and gas being deposited in the Gulf as you read this. And they haven’t started stopping it yet, and are booming. Booming. Booming with 6000 feet of boom. Pardon me, but didn’t we all decide in the past 3 months that that is worthless. Oh, but excuse me again, this is a new day. And a new leak. And so we get to try stuff that didn’t work before all over again. Because we’re crazy and think it’ll be different this time.
And then we have this gem:
No specific flow rate has been determined, officials said.
Mama mia. Oy gevalt.
And this, dear reader, is why I find myself shrieking. And uttering strings of profanity. Join me.