It's hard not to look at the black gold seeping across the Gulf of Mexico as an allegory of the sinking, gruesome Republican Party, in Texas and across the United States.
As Sarah Palin arrived in Austin, no doubt ready to rant against the socialists who are now tasked with cleaning up the oil spill, Florida's Governor split from the Republican Party after they snuffed out any last vestiges of moderation, principles sinking under the weight of the Tea Partier's rabid outcries.
We have elected officials in Texas who think that Obama's presidency is God punishing us, and SBOE members who want to remove Thomas Jefferson from the pages of history for political payback. Their own history, being written as we speak, will remember them as the bigots who continued to see only in color when the rest of the world had learned to love the goodness of the human soul.
And our fearless Governor, who perches in a $9000 a month rental property, sees coyotes in the same light as he sees the inmates on death row; a general disregard for any life other than that which might be growing in a woman's uterus.
Here we sit in Texas, burning the oil to save our beaches, to stop the ecological bleeding that comes from our selfishness and our haste to pull every last cent out of Mother Earth before we kill her off. We watch the Gulf burn and make a daily trade on our nation's equity more gruesome than those stated income loans doled out with a greedy grin by Goldman Sachs.
And after all that, at the end of the day, all we're left with is a dead coyote.