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Thursday, July 3, 2014
Fighting Back
In the past 24 hours I have watched my wife and friend of 20 years go into a comatose state brought on by pure fear and hopelessness.
Yes, the chemical explanation is the return of her metastatic activity in her brain terrified her and she produced so much of a cortisol over load in her brain that it literally shut down her brain's ability to the extent that her bodily functions began to fail.
In short her fear of dying almost killed her.
We have battled through this and it appears she is now coming out of this almost coma like state and is beginning to eat and smile and almost enjoy the mere fact that she is alive, again.
It is too early too say, and the next few weeks will be very critical, but for the moment she is fighting back.
During this period of time, though obviously not to the same degree of severity and certainly not to the same degree of finality, we held very ugly meetings with representatives from a supplier with whom we are very dissatisfied.
Yesterday, a good friend and investor and very important part of our company and I spent two hours dealing with the representatives from a major manufacturer of an important piece of the mechanical design of our system for our company battling over whether they "did or did not" provide to us (based on the design and functionality of what we felt we had purchased and believed we had agreed upon contractually for them to provide) and deliver to us what we in fact felt we had paid and agreed too.
I won't name names or trash the actual company and its representatives (that would probably get me in trouble even on my own blog, given the litigious nature of the world in which we live today) but long story short, they were liars and "bull shitters".
Even given the fact that there is always pretty much two sides to every story this two hour discussion defied belief.
In short, despite an embarrassingly long list of documented design, manufacturing and installation, deficiencies they absolutely, without shame, argued that not a single problem was their fault.
Now sitting aside the fact that it is statistically impossible for any of us, let alone a company or conglomerate, to be perfect in any given situation and that in any disagreement there are always mistakes made by both sides, the attempts at intimidation and the overweening arrogance of their position bordered on the pathological.
No resolution has been ratified though there is some hope that this pathology was simply a posturing game and that we will be able to move forward without metaphorical bloodshed, (read litigation or arbitration with counter claims and only the lawyers getting richer) yet, the combination of Lori's condition juxtaposed against the absurdity of the posturing of this supplier yielded in a very unexpected way an "epiphany".
The world has gotten to the point where we don't fight back, even when we know we are right.
Maybe it is we are too comfortable and scared to lose that level of comfortable existence, maybe we are too scared of death and despair to let it have an opportunity to over take us, maybe we are embarrassed or afraid to be embarrassed or embarrass those whom we care for, maybe we are just cowards, but the truth is we don't fight back.
I am not talking about bull shit political wars and regional conflicts, I am talking how as individuals we have lost our nerve.
My epiphany is that we have lost our ability to stand up in the world of twitter and texting and Face book, and other social media and say,"that is bull shit" and I did not do that or this, or whatever the hell it is of which I or we are being accused of, by whomever for whatever.
We are afraid of being accused of anything and everything because the world has evolved where "accusation equals guilt" and for some stupid reason we give a damn about how the great impersonal body of "them" judges us.
I read the most tragic article I have read in a long time about a human being today.
Usually it is stories about animals that tear my heart apart but today, I think on Yahoo, (I may be wrong about the source), I read a story about a young girl who was denied attending her prom and she killed herself.
How fucked up have we become?
First of all who in the hell has the right or authority on some damn school board to tell a young girl she cannot attend her own damn prom.
And the fact that she had absolutely no support group around her strong enough to help her through this trauma, to the extent that she felt her only choice was suicide, is a condemnation on all of us.
None of us are perfect, no one is without sin, I believe in a God and in my case, I believe Jesus was God made physical on this earth to enable us to have some chance to live beyond this stupid material-spirit realm.
But neither Jesus nor God nor belief in both or any other deity makes us perfect.
We are imperfect, we mess up, we sin, "God forbid", we even have bad thoughts, and we do bad things, but not every sin, not every wicked thought, not every failing, is deserving of societal judgement, let alone condemnation and punishment.
Any body ever hear of "Judge not least ye be judged".
Nor should it have to go to court or be adjudicated by the "system", that nebulous, unreal, false, and flawed concept of "them" who be in power.
No one should be in power.
No government, no body of imperfect assholes, should decide and pass judgment on and for other imperfect assholes.
Dammit, I hate to sound like Ronald Reagan but given that aside from certain things that are just wrong, like "boiling babies in bath water" or enslaving 5 year olds to work in mines, damn near everything else is cultural and relativistic.
You kill someone, then " Lex talionis" (probably spelled that wrong) or an "eye for an eye", but truthfully short of that, people need to start fighting back.
One size does not fit all and by "God", there are two sides to every story and nothing is as simple as we all want it to be.
We put up dome 2 today.
A friend sent me an article from the New York Times touting the fact that some guy (and I give this guy great credit) is now producing 40,000 pounds of shrimp a year in a warehouse somewhere up north.
If GBT hits half of our production figures two of our domes will produce 1 million plus pounds of shrimp a year.
This is what our farm looks like as of today.
We have a ways to go and we have some challenges but we are making progress toward finding a sustainable, ethical, way of feeding large amounts of people with copious amounts of healthy and natural marine protein that does not endanger the oceans.
One of the most moving cartoons of the American Revolution, I think done by Franklin but perhaps some other patriot, was the one where they had a snake cut into thirteen colonies with the caption, "either we hang together or surely they will hang us separately".
We need to quit aiding and abetting "them", we need to start giving our fellow citizens the "the benefit of the doubt", we need to go back to "innocent until proven guilty", not guilty unless you can prove you are innocent".
In short, we need to start "fighting back".
We to cry "bull shit" on the fake solutions, the false promises, the failed initiatives, and fix the earth ourselves and not let "them" tell us or dictate to us how we have to do it.
"They" are not fixing anything.
They are just judging and punishing and taxing us while "they" enrich and empower themselves.
Fight back, we really do not have anything to lose.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Mad As Hell
This is not going to be a positive blog so if you are looking for any kind of uplifting message stop reading now.
Remember the movie "Network" where the main character a disillusioned news reporter shouted out the famous line, "I am mad as hell and I am not going to take it anymore".
Well, that was a movie and that is a very bold and courageous line but the truth is being mad as hell does not lead to the ability to "not have to take it any more".
Lori got her MRI back yesterday. Her progression, her metastatic activity in her brain is back with a vengeance. I won't bore you with the medical terminology but suffice to say, there is generalized progression of metastatic disease and it is wide spread. In short, the aggressive cancer is back.
We had hoped, prayed, wished, imagined, we had a few more months before this would occur which might buy us time for an immunological trial to emerge.
That does not look like it is going to happen.
So, we are not giving up.
We are not stopping our prayers for a miracle but we are in a very tough spot. The progression is starting to cause severe neurological symptoms, memory loss, speech disorder, lack of muscle control, in short everything you would not wish on your worse enemy.
I have no brilliant insights, our options are becoming very limited. We are trying to develop a new experimental chemo cocktail but the truth is that as of today it has been 40 months since Lori developed "tnbc" and over 30 months since it went metastatic to her brain and liver and we are simply running out of option sand miracles.
So having no positive way to use this blog for a cathartic purpose I am going to rant and list a few things I am "mad as hell about". I may still have to take them but that does not mean I am not mad as hell and if I can, I will do something about them, when and if I gain the ability to do so.
I am mad as hell about cancer. This disease sucks and with all of the millions even billions being poured into finding a cure, we damn well should be smart enough to find a cure or an answer or something.
I am tired of government, all governments. Even ours.
There is no government, there are just a bunch of selfish assholes setting and enforcing rules that make our lives more miserable while they protect and enrich themselves.
Sorry to admit to this, but my grandfather was right, ultimately governments become the enemy of the citizenry and they judge, punish, tax, and coerce, us to obey.
I am not stupid. I know that without order chaos reigns and that is not a good thing.
That said, from Putin to Obama, from North Korea to Thailand, from congressmen or persons to police and law enforcement when you allow the "system" to hold dominion over your life at any level your basic slide from free person to slave has begun.
I do not agree with the violence of gangs and thugs, but oppression from the "elected"or the "anointed" is just as harmful and in many ways more pervasive.
I mentioned to a friend of mine I had finally become an anarchist.
That friend pointed out when I remarked about how I was feeling about government, that quite to the contrary I was becoming "Thomas Jefferson".
And democracy or a republic can be as deadly or damaging as a dictatorship or a monarchy. I think it was John Stuart Mills who wrote, " the tyranny of the majority" is more terrifying than rebellion".
I am sick of false friendships. You help people, you take chances, you make their lives better and they betray you.
There is no wonder Judas in the Bible is reviled.
There is nothing worse in the world than betrayal.
True friendship is a rare and perhaps the most beautiful thing on earth. The trust you place in a friend should never be violated and if it is, then you should do everything in your power to fight back.
Almost 20 years ago I was betrayed by two friends who I trusted beyond reason and I have paid for it every day since.
I was younger and dumber and I slunk away, embarrassed and hurt by the public beating I took, knowing the whole time I was innocent. And worse, I knew they knew I was innocent.
I will never let that happen again.
Real friends I will do anything for and more.
Those that pretend to be my friends and then betray me I shall no longer resist or defend myself from, I will now try and destroy them.
When you take risks and make sacrifices to help someone the very least they can do is appreciate it and try and respect what you tried to do.
I am sick and mad and tired of bull shit in business.
In the past three years I have tried to build a green, sustainable, profitable, and socially equitable, business in the USA.
I have been screwed, lied too, over charged, and basically bullied.
This shit ends now. I am serious. I am no longer going to look to the "system" to fix my problems.
The system is too large a part of the problem.
Years ago in Detroit I listened to major automobile executives lecture about what was wrong with the US car industry.
They mentioned lower overseas wages, much too tough emission standards, unfair tariff laws, too high of a minimum wage, the power of unions, and so forth and so on.
At the end of that series of presentations a small East Indian from a major university stood up and was supposed to give a closing statement. He had a sheath of notes that looked like a 30 minute speech he had prepared.
He looked at the audience and put down his notes and said, "I have been asked to close the evening by giving a summation of what is wrong with the US automobile industry. It is simple, you make a "shit" product, you charge too much for it, and when people complain you use your lawyers to intimidate them and shut them up. Thank you very much".
I am mad as hell about cruelty to animals. There is simply no room in the 21st century for people who do not appreciate that a goat, a chicken, a dog, a whale, a dolphin, and even a mouse, has sentience and suffers.
I am sick of people that "love their dog" but can kill a deer for sport.
"Good Lord", Jeremy Bentham knew in the 18th and 19th century, the question of moral considerability was not "can an animal talk or reason, but can an animal suffer?" The answer is "yes" dumbasses.
Frankly, deliberate cruelty to a sentient creature should bring with it a "death sentence" both for deontological and utilitarian grounds.
We lock up people who smoke marijuana and we give fines to people who burn baby kittens. How fucked up is that?
Finally, I am mad as hell about all the religious bullshit and debates and conflicts.
I had a friend once tell me, "never let religion get in the way of God". Damn good advice.
People need only a few essentials, food, water, health care, shelter, and an equal opportunity to succeed.
Governments clearly do not provide that.
Non-Governmental organizations do not provide that.
The press and the media do not provide that.
Maybe in the end only a business or company or vocation can provide that, but if so that business must be ethical, it must strive to do more than be profitable, it must be socially equitable, it must be environmentally sustainable, it must be "ethical".
Maybe "ethical capitalism" is not a dream, maybe it is the only hope for the future.
A pipe dream, maybe, but I am mad as hell and I am trying to do something about this and everything I have discussed above. And maybe so should you.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Not Good, Not Bad, Just Is.
Been a while since I have written anything on this blog.
Brain has been in a strange place.
I guess tonight I am tired, feeling a bit of my mortality and need a little cathartic release.
Rescued two baby shore birds today. Very cool.
Sadly their Mom was killed accidentally near Copano site.
Took both babies to "The Ark" in Aransas Pass.
They will do well there.
Good group, everyone should send money too.
Takes money to save wildlife.
Money is only a way of providing opportunity so, what the hell.
Going on 40 months with Lori surviving and fighting stage 4 metastatic cancer, now in brain, liver, breast, and kidney.
Nothing good to say, except through prayer and great doctors at Baylor she is still alive and enjoys most days.
Living with cancer is sure as hell not easy and not for the faint hearted.
I think living with stage 4 cancer is harder than dying from it.
Hemingway once said, "Death is a whore, I will buy her a drink but I will not go upstairs with her".
I think I finally understand what he meant.
Project going great.
Having Eduardo join the team has made life much better for me. GBT is going to shock the world.
We are not there yet and I am not going to pontificate yet, but we are getting close.
I am very tired of the state of American behavior. No one in the USA wants to be responsible for anything anymore.
Our manufacturers as a rule, make a shit product, charge too much, and go to court when anyone bitches about it.
People have no courage. They are scared of social media, terrified they might be given a bad rap, or accused of something and in the court of public opinion be judged guilty regardless of the facts.
Sad, but that is the state of things. I guess I just do not care anymore.
I have always said people are herd animals but we are now it seems, at least in America, a frightened herd fearful of being cut out and isolated and judged.
Fear is probably not unhealthy, cowardice is a sickness.
Been traveling a lot lately. been in Japan, Okinawa, Saudi.
Here I am on the banks of the Red Sea in Saudi a few weeks ago.
Traveling does not have the appeal of sense of adventure for me it did when I was younger but nonetheless, it beats not traveling.
I have no message tonight.
The company is doing great, I think we may actually have a sustainable, healthy way to feed the world. That is very cool but I guess for me I have become too jaded.
I am lonely and a bit adrift but that is nothing new.
I have a thousand new stories and challenges but they all seem a bit "blasé" to me.
Great line from a former friend keeps coming back to me, " Don't let religion get in the way of God".
That is not a bad dictum.
Given the mood I am in tonight that is probably where I should stop.
More to follow soon. I will get back into a more prolific writing mood shortly.
Friday, May 9, 2014
INSANITY
I
seldom put articles written by other authors on my blog.
This
article was sent to me by a friend and a business associate a few hours ago.
In
my view it needs to be read by everyone in the world.
I
have given the author and the source total credit. This is a very important message.
I
went on my first factory trawler when I was 35 years old, that is 26, almost 27
years ago.
The
carnage, the suffering, the waste, the by-catch was reminiscent of a scene from
Dante's Inferno.
I
went on my first shrimp trawler when I was 39. I went on my first "long
line " sword fish boat when I was 40.
They
were as bad or worse.
What
we have done and continue to do to this planet and to our oceans is evil,
vile, and most incredibly, ultimately global suicide for all human beings.
I
try hard not to sound like a "bunny hugger" or a "greenie"
, because frankly the NGO's have become just as business driven and greedy as
the companies that rape the earth.
That
said, I truly with all my heart believe what we (GBT) are doing will prove over
time you can feed the earth sustainably, make a decent profit, and not destroy our
planet.
As a
very dear friend of mine, a hard core "greenie" once remarked,
"even the dumbest bird in the world knows you simply do not shit in your own nest".
This
is a lesson humankind has not yet learned.
Until
my friend sent this to me I had not seen it.
It
is concise, viscerally moving, and spot on. Please read it.
Weekend Edition May 9-11, 2014
The Decline and Fall of America’s Last Great Fishery
Oceans Without Fish
by JEFFREY ST. CLAIR
This week CBS News devoted a rare segment to the rapidly deteriorating
ecological conditions in the world’s oceans. The report cited new research from
the University of Halifax in Nova Scotia predicting that the world’s oceans
will be largely depleted of fish by 2048. The report quoted lead scientist Dr.
Boris Worm as saying: “This isn’t predicted to happen. It’s happening
now.”
In fact, some scientists have been predicting an
oceanic apocalypse for nearly 20 years. In 1997, I spent several months
investigating the shocking decline of fish populations in the North Pacific and
Bering Sea, including a short stint on several factory trawlers, including the
SS Gijon, based out of Seattle. I filed dozens of articles for CounterPunch, In
These Times, the San Francisco Examiner and other publications on the looming
disaster. What follows is a slightly revised chapter from my book Been Brown So Long It Looked Like Green to Me
on the economics and politics driving the looting of the North Pacific
fisheries. –JSC
The SS Gijon cuts through the slate-colored swells,
trailing a white V in the waters of the Bering Sea. The trawler lowers its
giant pelagic net from the stern of the ship and it unfurls into the waters
below. The vast net, thousands of yards of nylon mesh, sweeps in a lethal
curtain across the depths.
Hours later, the nets are cranked up to the piercing
whine of straining engines. Inside: more than 400 tons of fish, crabs and
squid. A Stellar’s sea lion and a few fur seals, indiscriminately snared while
foraging for salmon, are also part of the haul.
The sea lion and seal are not spared. Indeed more than
forty percent of the haul is considered worthless by-catch and will simply be
ground up and spewed in bloody currents of saturated chum from the bilges of
ship back out into the sea. Some 500 million pounds of marine life are wasted
in this way in the North Pacific every year.
The Bering Sea is now the most productive fishery in
North America. More than one-third of the United State’s commercial catch come
from these frigid waters near the top of the world. Among the species sought by
the fishing fleets of the North Pacific are yellowfin, sole, herring, halibut
and ocean perch. But the most cherished target is pollock, the tofu of fish.
Pollock, craved by the Japanese for surimi, turns up in American markets as
fish sandwiches at Burger King and McDonalds and as imitation crab in the fish
freezers at Safeway.
The SS Gijon is registered to the Seattle-based
American Seafoods Corporation, a subsidiary of Resource Group International, a
Norwegian conglomerate. The ship is a floating factory, longer and wider than a
football field. The $40 million trawler can process 80 tons of fish mass a day,
turning sole into fish meal and pollock into surimi. The catch is stored in
huge freezers, where it can linger for months.
Resource Group International’s primary competitor in
the lucrative Pollock fishing grounds of the North Pacific is the Arctic-Alaska
Fisheries Company, another Seattle-based outfit. Arctic Alaska was acquired in
1992 by Don Tyson, the chicken mogul and Clinton patron from Springdale,
Arkansas. Since then Tyson’s company has bought up three other Alaska seafood
operations and, as a consequence, began fending off anti-trust investigations
by the Federal Trade Commission.
The incursion of the big factory trawlers into the icy
waters of the North Pacific began in the late 1970s and early 1980s. By 2000,
there were 45 factory trawlers operating in the Bering Sea fishery. The big
ships are powered by super-charged diesel engines fed by massive fuel tanks
that permit the trawlers to remain at sea for months without returning to home
ports to refuel or off-load their catch. Often the processed surimi is simply
transferred at sea to smaller ships owned by Japanese fish merchants. The long
range of the factory ships allows them to operate in several distance fisheries
in a single season and evade the catch quotas that saddle smaller operations.
The arrival of the industrialized super-trawlers
spelled an almost immediate cultural and economic disaster for the communities
of coastal Alaska. For decades the flourishing Alaskan fishing industry had
been characterized by independent ship owners and small processing plants,
sprinkled down the coast in towns like Kodiak, Cordova and Ketchikan.
In the 1970s, nearly 80 percent of the Alaskan pollock
catch was made by small operators. Now the situation is almost entirely
reversed. More than 70 percent of the Pollock in Alaskan waters is taken by
factory trawlers and dozens of independent boat owners have gone bankrupt. But
it’s the shore-based factories, making value-added fish products, that have
been hit the hardest by the new generation of trawlers. The canneries, surimi
plants and frozen fish processing factories provided year-round high wage jobs,
an important stabilizing force for rural Alaska’s predominantly season economy.
Today many of those plants and jobs are gone, replaced by the factory trawlers,
which increasingly tend to employ Mexican and Vietnamese laborers at sweatshop
pay rates.
Many of the Artic-Alaska Company’s ships unload their
catch not in Seattle, but in Shanghai, China, where Tyson purchased a fish
factory in 1994 from the Chinese government. The deal was brokered with the
help of Commerce Secretary Ron Brown and was back by federal government
insurance and loan guarantees from the Overseas Private Investment Corporation
(OPIC). In fact, the growth of the American factory trawler fleet was heavily
underwritten by the US treasury, thanks to effective inside work by the
congressional delegation from Washington state. Tyson’s company alone swept up
more than $65 million in low-interest loans to fun the construction of 10
factory trawlers. In total, the Seattle-based factory trawler fleet raked in
more than $200 million in so-called Fisheries Obligation Guarantees and other
federal subsidies.
The economic dislocation brought about by the invasion
of the mega-trawlers into Southeast Alaska is grimly paralleled by an
ecological catastrophe in the waters of the Bering Sea and North Pacific. Again
most of the blame can be laid squarely on the industrial behemoths. Using
sophisticated sonar and electronic tracking devices, factory trawlers like the
Gijon can swiftly zero in on new spawning grounds and fish them to near
extinction. This is called pulse trawling. A particularly outrageous example of
this genocidal method occurred in the 1980s in the Shelikoff Strait off the
Aleutian Islands, when a newly discovered pollock stock was relentlessly fished
to the point of collapse. According to a report on factory trawlers by
Greenpeace, in less than a decade the Shelikof pollock fishery had declined
from an estimated biomass of 3 million tons in 1981 to less than 300 thousand
tons in 1988.
Every since the factory trawlers began flocking to the
Alaskan waters the pollock season has closed earlier than planned. In the late
1970s, the pollock fishing season regularly ran for 10 months. In 1994, it
closed after 70 days. It’s not surprising. The annual harvest capacity of the
trawler fleet may well be greater than the entire Pollock population of the
Bering Sea. The ramifications of this dire situation were contemplated in an
internal assessment by executives at the American Seafood Company: “the
catching capacity of vessels operating in the Bering Sea fishery appears to be
double or triple the annual quota.” And these were quotas that most marine
biologists considered to be dangerously inflated.
It’s not just the species targeted by the trawlers,
such as pollock and sole, which are depleted. Crab, halibut and arrowtooth
flounder are also in trouble. The consequences extend even to fish-eating
seabirds, such as puffins, thick-billed murres and black-legged kittiwakes, as
well as marine mammal, such as Stellar’s sea lions, fur seals, and sea otters.
Pollock, for example, accounts for nearly 70 percent of the rare sea lion’s
diet. A report by the National Research Council warns: “It seems extremely
unlikely that the productivity of the Bering Sea ecosystem can sustain current
rates of human exploitation, as well as the large populations of all marine
mammals and bird species that existed before human exploitation—especially modern
exploitation—began.”
The trend toward over-exploitation of the Alaskan
fishery will be difficult, if not impossible, to reverse. For one thing, even
the most stringent federal fishing laws have often served only to exacerbate
the problem. Take the Magnuson Act, passed in 1976 as a way to protect American
off-shore fishing grounds from growing incursions by foreign fishing fleets.
The measure, rammed through Congress by the acerbic Senator Warren Magnuson, a
Democrat from Washington, extended the federal government’s jurisdiction over
fish matters from 3 miles to 200 miles off the US coastline, a move that was
bitterly denounced as an act of ecological imperialism by the Japanese and
Norwegians. In reality, it was simple economic protectionism.
The Magnuson Act established regional fish management
councils to determine fishing seasons and allocate catch quotas. These
councils, which soon came to be dominated by fishing industry lobbyists, were
expressly exempted from federal conflict-of-interest laws, allowing industry
flacks to direct as much of the haul back to their own companies and clients as
they could get away with.
And they did just that.
Exacerbating this situation is the archaic management
philosophy of the federal agency charged with maintaining the health of ocean
fish stocks: the National Marine Fisheries Service, which, curiously enough, is
under the purview of the Commerce Department. Instead of viewing marine
ecosystems as vibrant, diverse and inter-connected environments, NMFS attempts
to manage ocean fish stocks through a species-by-species approach. This
benefits the bottom lines of the fishing fleets, but flies in the face of
current ecological thinking. By focusing only on the commercial fish stocks,
NMFS ignores the toll industrial fishing methods exact on non-target species
and on the marine habitat itself.
Medical researchers, backed by hefty grants from
companies like Arctic-Alaska, continue to churn out reports touting the
health-enhancing benefits of diets laden with Pollock, salmon and perch. Fish
seems to lower bad cholesterol, reduce heart attack risks (especially for men)
and suppresses the advance of free radicals, those frenzied compounds that
stimulate cancer cell growth.
All this is undoubtedly true. Yet there are also
health dangers associated with fish consumption. Fish can be contaminated with
heavy metals, pesticides and other chemical toxins. One recent study estimated
that consumption of PCB-laced fish from the Great Lakes may lead to 40,000 new
cases of cancer over the next 25 years. Seafood products also carry a host of
food-borne pathogens, including listeria, vibrio vulnifcus and, yes,
salmonella. Testing for such dangers is even more lax and rudimentary than that
in the beef industry. One local seafood merchant in Portland, Oregon told me:
“What it comes down to is smell. When it starts to stink, we yank it off the
shelf. What else can you do?”
But even the most accomplished sole sniffers would be
unable to detect that there is something terribly wrong with many of the fish
being hauled out of the Bering Sea. Thousands of tons of pollock, perch and
black sole taken by ships like Gijon may—metaphorically, at least—glow; they
may make Geiger counters erupt into a chilling stutter of clicks. In short, a
considerable part of the haul from this last, great productive fishery may be
radioactive.
What’s going on here? The story dates back to 1971,
during the glory days of the Nixon administration and the nuclear
sabre-rattling leading up to Henry Kissinger’s détente with the Soviets. In
order to send a message of “American resolve,” Nixon ordered the Atomic Energy
Commission and the Department of Defense to detonate the largest underground
nuclear explosion in US history on Amchitka Island, a volcanic extrusion in the
Bering Sea, halfway down Alaska’s Aleutian Islands.
The five-megaton hydrogen “device” detonated on
November 6, 1971 exploded with such shattering force that the middle of
Amchitka Island fractured and collapsed, forming what the mad scientist Edward
Teller delicately termed a “nuclear-excavated lake.” In the wake of the blast,
hundreds of dead puffins were found with their legs driven through their
chests, while sea lions, resting on sea rocks miles from the test site, were
discovered with their eyes blown out of their sockets. Within months, there was
ample of evidence that the test site, called Cannikan Lake, had begun to
steadily leak radioactive waste, despite assurances from James Schlesinger,
then head of the Atomic Energy Commission, that it would take “a thousand years
or more” for transuranic uranium to dribble into the sea.
Thousands of pages of recently declassified documents
released by the Department of Energy to the Alaska Department of Environmental
Conservation reveal that Amchitka blast site began to leak Iodine 131 and
Crypton 85 within two days of the nuclear explosion, draining into the
groundwater and then to the sea through underground fissures in the island.
Soon after the disclosure of these damaging documents, Alaska Senator Ted
Stevens discreetly told Clinton’s Energy Secretary, Hazel O’Leary: “Madame
Secretary, we’ve got a real problem up here. There’s leaking from the Amchitka
test site and it might endanger our North Pacific fisheries.”
Now disturbing levels of Americum, Plutonium and
Tritium are showing up in plants samples on the island. “If we’re finding these
levels of radioactive waste, then the potential for severe harm is there,” said
Pam Miller, a Greenpeace scientist who wrote a detailed report on the radioactive
leakage on Amchitka. “This stuff appears to be leaking into the most important
commercial fishery in the world.”
Even so executives at Arctic-Alaska Seafood remained
tranquil. “We’ve never once found any radioactive fish,” a company spokesman
told me. Moments later, however, the PR man admitted that the company had never
tested its fish for radioactive waste and had no plans to start.
No wonder the surrealists adopted the fish as a symbol
of their movement.
Jeffrey St. Clair is the
editor of CounterPunch.
He is the author of Been Brown So Long It Looked Like Green to Me: the
Politics of Nature, Grand Theft Pentagon and Born Under a Bad Sky. His latest book is Hopeless: Barack Obama and the Politics of Illusion.
He can be reached at: sitka@comcast.net.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
WE ARE HERE !!!!
OK, first, the very good news.
Lori's tumor markers which were as high as 89 are now down to 44.6. (A high "normal" an be 37)
Incredible, and of course, more important for thousands of women facing similar situations (stage 4 metastatic "tnbc" that has spread to the brain, the liver and the kidneys) it means this very experimental chemo cocktail that Dr. Joyce O'Shaugnessy at Baylor Oncology and Texas Oncology have concocted, may actually extend their life.
More very good news. United HealthCare (UHC) proved that even insurance companies can have a heart.
After two appeals and an enormous outpouring of support from women and men and even cancer groups from just about everywhere, UHC announced that they have reversed their decision and the Avastin portion of Lori's chemo cocktail "will" now be covered under her UHC insurance policy.
Prayers, action, individuals, and great doctors, and nurses, can and do make a difference.
My grandmother always used to say that "money cannot buy happiness".
Perhaps not, but in today's world it can buy life and being alive is surely a prerequisite to finding happiness.
To all of you out there that responded and there were thousands, may "God bless you and keep you" and the ones you love safe from ever having to live through and face this evil disease. Enough said !!!!
On a business note, we are preparing pond number 1 for stocking shrimp this week.
This is the first of our ponds that will be stocked with shrimp this week.
Within one year GBT will be producing over 1 million pounds of shrimp annually and this is just the beginning.
I am not being prideful nor overly humble but this has been a long and difficult journey and we are just pleased (and blessed) that so many different individuals have played a major part in making this happen.
I can tell you that if it were not for some very special folks out of Maryland and Iowa and Texas this would not be occurring.
And now that it is happening and we are about to go into what we are calling industrial scale production I can share a little secret.
You have not seen anything yet.
In two years we will be the largest producer of shrimp in North America, that in and of itself is not that big of a deal.
But in 3-5 years we will be producing shrimp and fin fish using a sustainable, environmentally responsible, socially equitable, bio-secure, methodology that others can not even imagine in its scale or complexity.
To all of you who have made this happen and we are talking about 200 or so individuals, including team members, investors, construction teams, and more, thank you.
It sounds grandiose and I apologize in advance for those that think this is hyperbole but "this is going to change the world" and most importantly, the world needs this to happen and now it is.
Module 1 is up and being filled for stocking, module 2 will be up in another 30-40 days and we are just beginning.
Below is a picture taken at about 3,000 feet by a very good "friend" of our company. Maybe this can give you a sense of the scale at which we are trying to change the way marine protein is produced.
You can see module 1 and also if you look closely through the blurred glass of the airplane window you can see the ponds already dug for module 2. This system does not discharge any water back into the bay.
The earth's oceans need a break and this is the system designed on the scale that (with enough support and faith) can give our oceans and the creatures in them the respite from our unrelenting depletion of their inhabitants.
I know our company will be very profitable and I also know we will face challenges, some of which we cannot yet imagine.
I am not sure if we will be the company and the team that changes the world.
I hope we will, or at least that the younger members of our team in our company will be that group that does indeed, "change the world".
Regardless, someone had to do something radically different if we are going to begin to "stop talking" and "start doing" something about giving the earth a rest.
This is our attempt.
It has been a long time in the development and the future will not be easy but we are here.
And the irony is that is exactly the message Lori wants every breast cancer or ovarian or any other cancer patient out there to remember.
Despite having a score or more of doctors and health experts tell her that she is terminal, and she should give-up and face her fate, guess what "she is still here" and that counts for a lot.
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