I’m on an activist uh-radio …

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UPDATE: I did it but am squirrelly about listening to it. She freaked me out right before we went live, by telling me a bunch of people would be tuning in because Daniel Ellsberg was chaining himself to the White House fence while we were on the air. Here’s the link. Yipes!

In this age of being careful not to toot one’s own horn, I still think maybe I should point out I’ll be on the radio this Thursday Dec. 16 at 2pm.

I’m not a scientist, a geologist, an oil-industry executive, or even a longtime New Orleans resident.I’m just an art freak who was there, trying to help, settling into my new Ninth Ward paradise and rolling with Matter of Trust on behalf of the Lower Ninth Ward Village and Burners Without Borders in the days after the Oilpocalypse began.

I saw a lot of stuff they still don’t mention on the news, and I know people who have seen even more, and if you haven’t been following the Gulf debacle because it’s truly too horrific to keep up with, and you don’t feel like slogging through my couple dozen farmed-link news-posts about it, then here’s your chance to hear a sum-up.

photo by Craig Morse

checkin’ the water for oil, testin’ hair boom on behalf of Matter of Trust, and gettin’ carpet-bombed with a faceful of Corexit, after which I went home to the Ninth Ward and laid on the couch for 5 days, unable to open my eyes, with irregular heartbeat, numb extremities, gut-wrenching cramps, bleeding out my ears, falling in and out of painful consciousness, and Toxicant-Induced-Loss-of-Tolerance hallucinations. Corexit: It’s like LSD, except instead of awakening, it makes ya sleep with the fishes

Why should you listen to me? No reason, really, except I’ve been following this story closely, ever since the first of 4 or 5 times I got carpet-bombed with Corexit by my own federal government … I’ve also metaphorically been beating up bullies my whole life and getting my ass in trouble because of my big mouth.

I used to write the lead A&E column for the San Francisco Bay Guardian, too, so I’m familiar with how journalism works (or is supposed to work), even if I mostly used my journalistic training on music, art, and spectacle. I’ve only got an hour to try to encapsulate my Gulf experience for the concerned citizens out there in radioland, so I hope I don’t choke completely.

Here’s the link about the show, and you listen here. It’s for the Progressive Radio Network, but I don’t consider myself a progressive or anything else besides an anti-bullshitter. The Gangster Party runs everything anyway, and we’re slowly learning to stop all this infighting and ignore the ego-driven, fear-based jingoism and to look for the men behind the curtain.

The men behind the Gulf Coast murder-curtain are some scary, scary folks. Can you feel it? I can feel it. Anyways. Tune in, if you can figure out how to listen to the radio on the Internets.


photo by Wick Sakit

me standin’ in my Lower Ninth Ward house, which I used my life savings to pay for in cash, and worked on really hard for a year and a half. I decided to abandon ship, and postpone the idea of fixing it up, until they stopped spraying Corexit, which they HAVE NOT, because the OCEAN FLOOR IS STILL LEAKING, plus the rumors of synthetic-genomics bio-engineered oil-eating microbes which may catastrophically alter life on Earth, starting with the ocean. Whatever the reasons they’re still applying it under the sea, by plane, and in secret boats on the surface of the water — FACT — Corexit is causing people to literally rupture from the inside out, so I packed up the car and bounced, like a poisoned little girl. And I’m STILL couch-surfing, and if you think BP will give me one shiny nickel, much less any fisherpeople whose lives and ancestral heritage they destroyed, you need to see me after class. So f**k the EPA and call your congresspeople or otherwise cause a ruckus please. BAN COREXIT.

photos by Craig Morse and Wick Sakit, respectively. Thanks fellas!


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