Last night I went to a party that my neighbor throws two or three times a year. She is plugged into the blues scene in Sacramento and always has great live music. Her house and backyard were filled with dancing, drinking people.
As the evening moved along I talked to several folks about the oil spill. Interestingly, I didn’t bring it up.
People are very angry. The attendees are a cross section of musicians, bikers, and social workers (strange mix of people). I would say that most of them are fairly conservative. It was clear that they were upset about the lack of action and the kowtowing to British Petroleum by the Obama administration. But when I suggested cutting back on the use of their vehicles they backed away from me.
So, this morning I woke up ready to take action. I opened up Photoshop, found a high resolution BP logo and got to work on a enlightened and clever bumper sticker.
In the middle of my manic design work I stopped. I was creating a damn bumper sticker. For a car.
I am part of the problem.