These are non-official messages, pictures and other footage put on the internet by ordinary local people (or "small" people according to BP) which are covering what they see, hear, feel, experience, ... I gathered them from different social media sources: facebook, twitter, forum, blogs, diverse websites, ...
We all know how BP is in charge of the media (internet, newspapers, search engines, ... -> Apparently with money you can buy just everyting, from censorship till the ocean and the right on a clean future) so I am afraid they may give a far more accurate picture of what is really going on in the Gulf and other affected regios then the official mainstream news channels do.
Take a look with me on what they tell us about the spill:
!! WARNING: Content may be shocking!!
* Source: Nick, he covers the disaster in pieces called 'the Black Death", see his website: itsjustlight.com
Black Death, part I:
I noticed the first unusual smell. It wasn’t unpleasant and smelled sweet, almost like custard. According to most reports, the oil flowing from the leaking well is light sweet crude oil, which contains a very low sulfur content and small amounts of hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide.
Black death, part IV:
Picture shows a BP Clean-up worker with his equipment: a shovel for toddlers....
Black death, part V:
This piece is from Black Death (part VI)
The scent hit me before I could see it, a thick, invisible wave of nauseating petroleum vapors rising off the ocean and evaporating from the oil drenched sand. A small crew of workers scooped shovel-loads of oily sand into garbage bags in a losing David vs. Goliath battle that saw a nearly infinite tide of oil washing ashore for every drop that was scooped away. From my vantage point only a dozen feet above the workers, I could hear their mutterings as they cursed the obvious futility of their labor.
Decaying redfish (Sciaenops ocellatus) dotted the sand, most of them appearing almost mummified by the blazing sun. Their bodies lay belly up, internal organs missing and scaly skin hardened like a medieval suit of armor. Their mouths were frozen open in wide, ghastly frowns, their eye sockets empty and dark.
Before long, my senses were overwhelmed by the unmistakable scent of death. I began to notice bones and bodies on and between the rocks, those of birds and fish. On a large rock, two young seagull chicks were baked into a pile of decaying skin and feathers. They were recent victims, perhaps only dead for a day. A few feet away, the large bones of a brown pelican and its oil stained feathers lay between rocks spotted with oil. Brown pelicans were just taken off the US federal endangered and threatened species list in November of last year. Just beyond the rocks, the beach began to open up, formed by sand that washes through the pass and collects along the rocks. This beach was completely drenched with crude oil and it looked as if a cleanup crew had never set foot there.
(...) As I neared the northern side of the island and Barataria Bay, more bones dotted the sand. Bigger ones. As I approached them, the stench grew worse and worse and soon I could see the carcasses of what were clearly more dolphins. (...)
When the photographer went back to his car, BP security contractors asked him:
Why are you coming from the staging area? You don’t have any business being in this area.”For more information, see: http://itsjustlight.com/?p=1146
* Death baby whale that BP was inable to pick up or burn before it was photographed (source: Facebook group boycott BP)
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