". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Friday, May 14, 2010

Transocean Ltd. Issues issues $1 Billion Dividend To Stockholders

In a terse statement sent after the Zurich stock market closed, Transocean said it would distribute some $1 billion in dividend to shareholders, or about $3.11 per share....
Transocean moved to Switzerland two years ago to protect its low corporate tax rate, and few in the city had heard of the company, even three weeks after the April 20 blast that resulted in more than 4 million gallons (15 million liters) of oil pouring into the Gulf of Mexico from the well drilled by the BP-leased rig. Eleven workers were killed in the explosion.

I don't usually respond like this, but in the face of such freakin' global evil and oppression = destruction of the planet, I think I'm gonna get drunk.

1 comment:

Foxessa said...

I feel like I did get drunk, though all I did really was have three beers over 6 hours. But it was 6 hours in a very crowded space, with very bad seating for someone with my condition, and non-stop assault by music blasted out by both house system and the band way too loud. Didn't get home until about 4 AM, and as usual, this sort of experience leaves me feeling battered and beat-up physically, and unable to sleep. I'm such a delicate thing!

Thus now I'm in a sullen state of merely hating everything.

Love, C.