MAXINE SAYS...

 

Thanks to Lisa.

CARVILLE TO OBAMA

From The Huffington Post:

"The President of the United States could've come down here, he could've been involved with the families of these 11 people" who died on the rig after an explosion, Carville said on ABC's Good Morning America. "He could be commandeering tankers and making BP bring tankers in and clean this up. They could be deploying people to the coast right now. He could be with the Corps of Engineers and the Coast Guard...doing something about these regulations. These people are crying, they're begging for something down here, and it just looks like he's not involved in this."

His voice rising, Carville cried out, "Man, you got to get down here and take control of this! Put somebody in charge of this thing and get this moving! We're about to die down here!"

I fully understand that BP and Obama want the gusher stopped as much as any of us down here in south Louisiana. I don't know if the technology exists to plug the well, but I hope it does.

Where the Obama administration can help and should help is in mitigating the damage from the gusher. Neither BP nor the administration has done everything that was and is possible to protect the coast and marshes. Here we are crying that we are dying, and we don't get the emergency help that we need. If the feds won't help, then, at least, get out of the way of local people let us try our solutions. Suspend the rules and regulations. We are desperate. What you've done thus far is all too little and too late.

UPDATE: Be sure to watch the video at HP - at least the beginning about the administration's response to the oil gusher.

UPDATE 2: Here's the link to the live video feed of the gusher from BP's site.

COMIC RELIEF - THE OBEDIENT ITALIAN WIFE

There was an Italian immigrant man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real "miser" when it came to his money.

Just before he died, he said to his Italian wife..."When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the after life with me."

And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.

Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, (what else), and her best friend was sitting next to her.

When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertaker got ready to close the casket, the wife said, "Wait just a moment!"

She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket.

Then the undertaker locked the casket down and they rolled it away. So her friend said, "Girl, I know you were not fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband."

The loyal wife replied, "Listen, I'm an Italian Catholic & I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in the casket with him.."

You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him??"

"I sure did," said the wife.

"I got it all together, put it into my account, I wrote him a check....

If he can cash it, then he can spend it."

AMEN!


CIAO A TUTTI

Don't blame me. Blame Doug.

HORIZON SURVIVORS ALLEGEDLY KEPT IN SECLUSION AFTER EXPLOSION

From Yahoo News:

According to two surviving crew members of the Deepwater Horizon, oil workers from the rig were held in seclusion on the open water for up to two days after the April 20 explosion, while attorneys attempted to convince them to sign legal documents stating that they were unharmed by the incident. The men claim that they were forbidden from having any contact with concerned loved ones during that time, and were told they would not be able to go home until they signed the documents they were presented with.

Stephen Davis, a seven-year veteran of drilling-rig work from San Antonio, told The Guardian's Suzanne Goldenberg today that he was held on a boat for 36 to 40 hours after diving into the Gulf from the burning rig and swimming to safety. Once on a crew boat, Davis said, he and the others were denied access to satellite phones or radio to get in touch with their families, many of whom were frantic to find out whether or not they were OK.
....

Davis' story seems to be backed up by a similar account given to NPR by another Deepwater Horizon crewmember earlier in the month. Christopher Choy, a roustabout on the rig, said that the lawyers gathered the survivors in the galley of a boat and said, "'You need to sign these. Nobody's getting off here until we get one from everybody.'

I'd heard Christopher Choy's story some time ago. From the beginning, something seemed fishy about the waivers signed so quickly, or perhaps I should say oily. Other than that, I let the stories speak for themselves. I have no words.

PHILIPPE COUSTEAU: "THIS IS A NIGHTMARE...A NIGHTMARE"

STORY OF THE DAY - STRANGE COUNTRY

She asked my sons what strange
countries they had been to & my oldest
son said England & my youngest said we
live in Louisiana & they all agreed that was
strangest of all.


From StoryPeople.

WHO'S GOING TO PAY?!!!

 

From the Times-Picayune:

On a Sunday of expanding coastal destruction from the Gulf oil disaster and little progress in containing it, frustrations bubbled to the surface from local and state leaders in Venice to federal officials in Houston and Washington, D.C.

Parish leaders and Gov. Bobby Jindal emerged from an afternoon strategy session at a Venice fishing harbor to complain about a lack of urgency from federal agencies and BP to address the oil washing into coastal marshes day after day.

Jindal said he supported a decision by local and Jefferson Parish leaders on Grand Isle on Saturday to commandeer about 30 fishing vessels that BP had commissioned but hadn't deployed to lay down protective boom as the oil came ashore.

On a Sunday of expanding coastal destruction from the Gulf oil disaster and little progress in containing it, frustrations bubbled to the surface from local and state leaders in Venice to federal officials in Houston and Washington, D.C.
....

With each criticism of BP and the federal government's inability to force the company to move faster when oil is spotted coming ashore, local officials have started to clamor for President Barack Obama to federalize the disaster response under the Oil Pollution Act.

But Coast Guard Commandant Adm. Thad Allen, the national incident commander, reiterated on the Sunday morning talk a message he's been sharing almost since the disaster struck April 20: Industry, and not the federal government, has all the resources to deal with the leak 5,000 feet below the sea and as it comes toward land.

The fear is that if Obama federalizes the response and supplants BP, not only will it be more difficult to get the company to pay for the response efforts, but the federal government may not have the capacity to get the job done.

If less than the best efforts to protect the coast are being implemented by either BP or the federal agencies because of concerns about who will pay the costs, then shame on them. Let's not have the blame game about protecting the coast from further damage going back and forth between BP and the feds, if something can be done now. Whatever you can do, do it! Give the local people the go-ahead to implement their plan, which seems to have worked.

The disconnect between state and federal governments was clear as Salazar trumpeted 1.73 million feet of boom and more than 1,000 vessels deployed on the front lines, while Jindal complained that during a boat tour of oiled coastline Sunday he saw only two vessels trying to protect the shore.

Jindal said 143,000 feet of boom sat in staging areas while oil damaged 65 miles of Louisiana coastline. It has been 20 days since the state asked for 5 million feet of hard boom, but only 786,185 feet of hard boom has been delivered so far, he said.

Plaquemines Parish President Billy Nungesser, along with Jindal and other parish leaders, said the White House's first priority should be granting an emergency permit to skip federal environmental reviews and allow coastal parishes to follow their 3-week-old plan to place dredged sand as berms between barrier islands so oil won't get into delicate marshes, something that wouldn't require any change in BP's role.

"The president has the authority to issue an emergency permit," Jindal said.

"This is proof that the parish plans work," he added, pointing at a picture of sand berm in Fourchon laid by Louisiana National Guard troops in four days that kept oil out of an estuary.

Then he pointed to a picture of a oiled pelican at a bird sanctuary on Cat Island, off the coast of Plaquemines Parish, unable to fly or swim because of the oil, and another picture of pelican eggs discolored with brown gunk, saying: "This is the danger of not acting."

What are the chances for the oiled pelican? What are the chances that the eggs will hatch into healthy pelican chicks and grow to maturity?

Look at the numbers and varieties of birds just from one picture of Cat Island. The threat is the same for the other rookeries and bird sanctuaries across the coast and in the marshes.


As my friend Elizabeth said in the comments to another post:

Sad. Sad. Sad. Mother Earth is weeping for her children.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - GOOD NEWS

If the Gospel is not Good News for ALL, then Christianity has little to offer.


Inspired by Counterlight's commentary.

PLEASE PRAY FOR MAXINE, STEVE, HILARY, AND JONATHAN

From Arkansas Hillbilly:

I just got word this evening that my grandmother, Maxine, is in the hospital with some form of colitis. Could you all please add her to your prayers for me? Thank you.

From Hillbilly on Maxine:

Update from Dad's cousin Shelia. Grandma is doing much better, and if she's able to keep food down, they'll let her go home tomorrow! Thanks be to God and thank you all for your prayers!


UPDATE:

Prayers for my brother, Steve, who has idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, and my niece, Hilary, just diagnosed with breast cancer.

Thanks

Ann


UPDATE 2 posted by MadPriest:

My dog socked me in the eye again this morning. This time I ended up at the eye doctor. I have a serious lesion on my cornea. Which probably explains why it hurt like hell. I've got to use anti-bacterial eye drops every two hours for a couple of days, but they think I'll live. I was a very brave boy.

O God, the strength of the weak and the comfort of sufferers: Mercifully accept our prayers, and grant to your servants Maxine, Steve, Hilary, and Jonathan the help of your power, that their sicknesses may be turned into health, and our sorrow into joy; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

MEET JOEY

 

Joey is my eldest grandchild and the first to graduate from high school. I'm quite proud of him, as he graduated with honors and got to sit on the stage in a place of honor. In the fall, Joey will go to LSU (Louisiana State University). When he graduates, he will be the third Joseph Thomas Butler to graduate from LSU. Note: I said when, not if. His great-grandfather and his grandfather are both graduates. Grandpère and I abandoned the tradition of passing on the name when we named Joey's dad, our son, Tim, but the next generation returned to the tradition. Tim attended Nicholls State University here in Thibodaux.

When I asked Joey's mom, Cindy, if I could post his graduation picture on Wounded Bird and write about him, she said, "Yes, but I wished he'd shaved." No matter. He's still good-looking, isn't he?

Joey was smart from an early age. I remember when he was about 18 months old, we went to visit my mother in the retirement complex in New Orleans. When we left her apartment and reached the elevator, Joey pointed to the number next to the elevator and said, "Nine." I nearly fell over. Cindy told me that when he saw a Walmart ad in the newspaper, he'd say, "Walmart."

While his parents worked, I cared for Joey for a few months before he was a year old. From his infancy, he loved music. His favorite song when he was around 7 months old was Burl Ives singing "The Little White Duck". He'd sit on the floor and listen, almost in a trance, and rock from side to side in time with the music, and when the song was finished, he'd cry. I'd say, "Wait! Wait! I'll play the song again," and I'd move the needle on the old vinyl back and start the song over. We'd do the routine for quite a while before I could get him to move on to listen to the other songs on the record.

When I rocked Joey to sleep, I sang to him, nursery rhymes, children's songs, and sometimes I'd run out of songs and start singing the same songs again. I wondered that I didn't bore him to sleep more quickly, because I bored myself nearly to sleep. Along with my singing, I played tapes and records of children's songs for him. We liked Raffi, especially "Five Little Ducks". Ducks again! One day, Cindy came to pick up Joey to take him home, and the song was playing.

Five little ducks went out one day,
Over the hills and far away.
Mother duck said "Quack, quack, quack, quack, But only four little ducks came back.

The song went on until:

One little duck went out one day,
Over the hills and far away.
Mother duck said "Quack, quack, quack, quack, But none of the five little ducks came back.

Cindy looked a little stricken and said, "But it's such a sad song."

And then came the final verse:

Sad mother duck went out one day,
Over the hills and far away.
Mother duck said "Quack, quack, quack, quack,
And all of the five little ducks came back.

And all was well again.

One day, when Joey was not yet two years old, I was changing his diaper, and I noted that the diaper had the rhyme "Five Little Monkeys" printed on it. I said the rhyme once or twice, and Joey repeated the rhyme back to me. I thought he'd learned the counting rhyme from his parents, but when I asked Cindy about it, she told me that, so far as she knew, he'd never heard it before. Quite a memory for a little one. Joey was full of surprises.

Joey still loves music and has a vast collection of songs. He plays the guitar, both electric and acoustic. A few years ago, I gave him my nice Yamaha acoustic guitar which I had stopped playing long before and which I never played at all well.

Prayers, congratulations, and blessings, Joey, as you embark on your new adventure.

Note: I asked Joey if I could feature him on my blog, and he said yes, but he's not responsible for what I say here.


UPDATE: One more Joey story.

My mother passed away when Joey was five years old. During the memorial mass, the priest did a dialogue sermon, asking questions of the people at the mass and going back and forth in a conversation. One of his first questions was, "What happens when people die?"

Joey's hand popped up, and the priest called on him. Joey said, "They go to heaven to be with Jesus."

The priest said, "Yes, they do."

Joey spoke again, "And if you love them, they live in your heart."

After mass, I asked his parents whether they had told Joey what to say, and they both shook their heads. Amazing!