
UCSB Stop Sable members protested near Gaviota State Park on May 29. Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus
The Santa Barbara County Planning Commission approved the restart of the Las Flores Pipeline System — the same pipeline that caused the largest oil spill on the Pacific Coast — to upstream oil company Sable Offshore on Oct. 30, 2024.
What ensued was a plethora of legal battles, county hearings and community and student organizing that continue into this very moment and will likely continue into the foreseeable future.
The cause to stop Sable is a pursuit of sustainability — if restarted, the pipeline could double Santa Barbara County’s greenhouse gas emissions and likely result in an oil spill every two years. However, the question remains — is the cause just?

Environmental Defense Center Chief Counsel Linda Krop spoke at the Stop Sable rally, which took place before the Nov. 4 hearing. Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus
The phenomenon of separating sustainability from justice is not new — only in the past few decades have environmental scholars begun recognizing the links between sustainability and environmental inequality. While significant progress has been made in these years, we are now seeing a federal shift in attitude towards environmental justice (EJ) that questions its very legitimacy as a guiding principle of environmental policy.
In March, Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) administrator Lee Zeldin eliminated all environmental justice offices and positions within the organization, placing nearly 200 people across 10 EPA regional offices on administrative leave.
“Our goal at the EPA is going to be to remediate these environmental issues directly,” Zeldin claimed to the press. “We’re not going to discriminate.”
This rollback is not just the product of a Trump-era rejection of so-called “woke politics.” It is a wake-up call — a reflection of how deeply environmental justice remains misunderstood across the political spectrum.
Environmental justice, as defined by the EPA itself before these eliminations, is the “fair treatment and meaningful involvement of all people — regardless of race, color, national origin, or income — in the development, implementation, and enforcement of environmental laws and policies.”
The EJ movement first gained traction in the early 1980s when residents of Warren County, North Carolina, a predominantly Black community, protested the state’s decision to dump toxic polychlorinated biphenyl (PCB) waste in their county. Their resistance marked one of the first moments in U.S. history when environmental policy was recognized as a civil rights issue.
What became clear from the ordeal in Warren County and from the decades of organizing that followed was that the traditional notion of “the environment” as wilderness — something distant, green and untouched — was no longer enough. An EJ scholar, Robert Bullard, often regarded as the father of environmental justice, wrote:
“The environment is everything: where we live, work, play, go to school, as well as the physical and natural world. And so we can’t separate the physical environment from the cultural environment. We have to talk about making sure that justice is integrated throughout all of the stuff that we do.”
In a place like Santa Barbara, especially on a college campus, we pride ourselves on being stewards of the environment. We march for climate action and brand ourselves as champions of sustainability. But as Bullard reminds us, the environment is not just the coastline we rally to save; it is also the refineries, the pipelines, the job sites and the communities that exist alongside them. It is the community members who live downwind, who clock in at dawn and whose livelihoods depend on the very industries we often vilify from a comfortable distance.
At the countless Sable hearings that have taken place this past year, that disconnect is impossible to ignore. The workers who fill one side of the room — many of them wearing company jackets, sitting quietly in rows — stand in stark contrast to the faces of students and residents who speak out against the project.

Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus

Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus
“I’d like to remind everyone that we live here too. We care about our coast,” José Crespo, a Sable employee, said at the Nov. 4 Santa Barbara County Board of Supervisors meeting. “We can protect the environment and support working families at the same time.”
While Crespo rallied in full support of continuing Sable’s work on the Santa Barbara coast, his sentiment and the sentiment of several other Sable employees should not be ignored. His words complicated a narrative that had felt clear-cut: Shutting down Sable equals saving the coast. Yet his plea revealed another truth — that environmental protection cannot be separated from economic survival.
At that same meeting, another Sable worker, Pascual Morales, echoed Crespo’s sentiment.
“For me, this isn’t just a job. This is part of my life … Please don’t separate us from the community. We live here too. We’re your neighbors, we’re your family,” he said.

Several Sable workers filled the conference room during the Nov. 4 meeting. Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus

Anusha Singh / Daily Nexus
In a county that celebrates environmentalism, this tension exposes an uncomfortable truth: We have built an image of sustainability that too often leaves justice out of the picture. We have learned to defend nature but not always the people whose labor sustains it.
This disconnect hasn’t gone unnoticed by the Board of Supervisors.
“I’m not here to put people out of jobs. I want [Sable employees] to transition from a different industry to a new one, where [they] can continue to provide for their families,” Santa Barbara County Supervisor Roy Lee said at the Oct. 21 Board of Supervisors meeting.
Lee’s comment points toward what true sustainability should look like — a just sustainability. If we shut down Sable without addressing the economic inequities that could follow, we risk reinforcing the same cycles of injustice that environmentalism is supposed to challenge.
During the Nov. 4 meeting, the Board of Supervisors voted 4-1 in favor of denying the transfer of a series of permits to Sable, preventing further work on the Las Flores Pipeline System. Although this decision is not definitive nor permanent, it is a step in the right direction.
However, without a just transition that provides new jobs, retraining and community investment, it’s an incomplete one. Environmental justice demands that we hold two truths at once: Fossil fuel infrastructure must end, and the people whose livelihoods depend on it deserve to move forward with dignity.
Because preventing one environmental injustice without creating a just solution isn’t progress — it’s repetition.
In re: Haskell’s Beach After this “rain washes you clean moment,” venture forth to Haskell’s, past the famous WWII Ellwood Beach and see for yourself the protruding shards still remaining after the current beach erosion. The highest tides of the year are coming next month due to the earth’s perihelion path around the sun the first week of next January. There was still major debris there in 1994, when I hired a private investigator to document for me the damage. I suppose with the establishment of the Baca Resort, there was some mitigation work performed. Rest assured, the insanity still… Read more »
misspelling-Bacara Resort & Spa
Bacara Resort & Spa–the Eagles’ version of “Hotel California”
Ashes at Bacara The Pacific is a blade, its edge honed on centuries of salt, and Bacara gleams— a cathedral of glass, a mausoleum dressed in silk. Mirrors multiply me, fractured dolls in corridors where orchids bleed their perfume, white throats slip open to spill eternity. The champagne is ash in disguise, its fizzle a false resurrection. Knives sleep beneath the linen, their silver tongues whispering of a feast that never ends. “Welcome,” the voices croon, lacquered lips, eyes like polished stones. The song coils in the chandeliers, Hotel California’s refrain— a lullaby sharpened to a snare. You may check… Read more »
To all UCSB students there with chutzpah:
Venture forth to Haskell’s after the next storm this coming Thanksgiving and tell me what you have found out. Post it here online for all the world to see before this next snippet drops off.
We might have to file for an injunction in Federal District Court sometime in the near future.
Stay tuned here.
Most probably in the Central District located in Los Angeles in the Federal Building.
There used to be an easement from the main highway there leading to the Bacara–it was at this point one could access the beach near the remaining pier still standing. The remaining remnants on the shoreline can still be found just due east and the submerged
pier pilings are found some 400 yards due east of the easement–they have only been cut at the sand level some fifty years ago and have since had fifty-some years to once again raise their hideous monstrous heads still submerged in the Pacific.
Journal Entry: April 26, 1974 The tide was high when I got there. The sun hung heavy on the horizon, casting that golden haze across the surf that always made me feel like I was walking into a dream. I needed the escape–my senior thesis was a mess of half-baked ideas and sleepless nights and the June deadline was fast approaching. Haskell’s had always been my refuge. I dove in without thinking. The water was much colder than I had expected, but it woke me up in the best way. Then–pain– a wave nudged me backwards. Sharp, sudden, slicing through… Read more »
The Eagle Perched at Bacara The sea gnaws its blue bones, Salt teeth grinding against the cliff’s white jaw. I hear the eagle’s cry— A blade cleaving the silk of dawn, A syllable older than the Chumash tongue. He perches on the Bacara roofline, A sentinel stitched from obsidian and flame. His wings are manuscripts, Each feather an oracle, Each shadow a prophecy scrawled across the sand. The coastline bends like a ribcage, The Pacific a lung inhaling centuries. The eagle watches, Eyes twin furnaces, Molten with memory of ancestors. Guests sip their champagne below, Unaware of the talon’s geometry,… Read more »
King tides arrive today in SoCal under the influence of the Super Cold Full Moon…
In re: SOC
An S-3 was filed today to register approximately 45.5 million shares of common stock being sold by institutions, not the company. These were the investors who provided capital for the acquisition, who now want to sell down or totally liquidate their interest. No specific time frame for this sale is indicated, but I’d guess this December.
There is possible future litigation with the State Fire Marshall insisting that the pipeline into Kern County is an interstate pipeline to be governed by PHMSA. New 8-K filing made to this effect.
An Alternative Reality to Santa Barbaria’s Sable Offshore: A Soul’s Travel Among the Red Rocks and Electromagnetic Vortices of Sunlit Sedona (I’m giving away the happy ending of my forthcoming novella, “Barbaria Unleashed,” but anyway, here goes. Michael, the protagonist, eventually transforms into a celibate Za-Zen monk, living peacefully and with a sixth sense of internal joy and bliss–no longer just a wandering cenobite, but a real living and breathing 2nd Century mystic gnostic, living his last days in his beloved Sedona, Arizona.) The cliffs flare— red wounds opening against the noon sky, their silence a cathedral where shadows kneel… Read more »
The Stargazer Within Sedona The red cliffs bleed their rust into me, A marrow of iron, a furnace of bone. I lie beneath the black-veined sky, Its moth unsewn, swallowing stars whole. The constellations are knives, Silvered, precise, they carve my silence. I am a husk, a lantern gutted, My breath a moth against the canyon’s throat. Sedona hums with its cathedral stones, Each spire a finger pointing at the void. I drink the night like arsenic, Bitter, crystalline, it burns my tongue clean. The galaxies wheel, indifferent surgeons, Their scalpels glitter, their hands unfeeling. I am the patient, the… Read more »
A Choice Between Two Constellations—Pisces and the Progressed Aquarius Constellation The sky is a wound, a black mouth swallowing its own stars. Two constellations hang like knives above me— Pisces, the twin fish, silvered in their drowning, Aquarius, the water-bearer, spilling his urn like a god who has forgotten mercy. I stand at the hinge of fate, my bones a ledger of choices, my breath a pendulum swinging between the salt of surrender and the steel of revolt. Pisces whispers: Come back to the womb, to the oceanic hush, to the narcotic drift where destiny is a tide that carries… Read more »
“A man will meet you carrying an earthen pitcher of water; follow him into the house where he goes in.”
Luke 22:10
The Aquarian Gospel promotes a universalist and syncretic vision of spirituality, suggesting that all religions share essential truths—“Christ consciousness” is a status
that all souls can eventually achieve.
Syncretism example: Christmas blending pagan winter solstice with Christian birth stories.
Jesus wasn’t really born on Christmas Day, but in the month of March–a true Pisces.
The Star of Bethlehem appearing overhead was a conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn in the constellation Pisces—Saturn signifying the House of David and Jupiter, royalty. There may have been another significant celestial body adding to this mix.
This star theory, first proposed by Kepler in 1605, occurred three times during 7 BCE,
giving the Magi plenty of time to travel from the east. Pisces was also associated with the House of Hebrews.
King Herod the Great died in his bed, not by murder (scholarly consensus is the spring of 4BCE). Jesus’ birth preceded Herod’s death.
Louisiana Light Quote: 61.34/barrel
Sable can barely make a profit at current prices.
In re: SOC
The Trump administration is drafting a plan to resume offshore drilling along California’s coast for the first time in decades. The proposal includes six potential lease sales from 2027 to 2030 and will signal strong support and possible funding for Sable (SOC), Following this news, the stock has surged over 29% during the past month. Some analysts now peg the future stock price to be $22/share by sometime next year. We shall all see what comes to pass, won’t we?!
My proposed injunction against the state might not meet the legal standards required for federal court intervention as an “inexorable core” environmental basis at this time.
This also remains to be seen, doesn’t it?
To summarize:
In essence, the Aquarian Gospel is a syncretic work that bridges Christian terminology with mystical and Eastern philosophies, appealing to those seeking a more inclusive and non-dogmatic approach to spirituality, but is rejected by traditional Christianity.
I embrace this approach wholeheartedly as it forms the “umbrella” for my humanistic and independent worldview(s) now in the present sense. It is this very approach that the world will have to wrestle with in order to insure its very uncertain polemic, semantic, and perilous future.
It is with welcomed relief that I learn that the state (through the State Lands Commission) is finally removing the industrial debris still found along the Ellwood and Haskell’s beach shoreline in a comprehensive cleanup project conducted 2022-2023 funded through Senate Bill 44. It has finally occurred nearly fifty years after I was injured and nearly lost my life or was castrated at knee level by these rusted hideous monstrosities! Why on God’s green earth did it take the state so long to come to its senses?! I have been advocating for this to occur for decades! Where was the… Read more »
My mind and soul still wrestle with the universe’s zero-energy hypothesis, which provides for a theoretical explanation for the how the universe could have emerged from a quantum
fluctuation of a vacuum (“nothingness”) without violating the law of conservation of energy.
I am content now to realize, however, that science explains the “how,” while religion can explain the “why.” Both can coexist together in a peaceful, civil, world. The existential question now still remains, will it into the future? This is a reoccurring drama that will undoubtedly unfold in the coming decades.
Dark energy expansion may, in fact, be deaccelerating, pointing to a potential slow-down and ultimate contraction. This upends our previous conceptual models of the cosmos.
We’ll all know in a few years from now when more data pours down from the heavens!
What a glorious and fateful time to be alive! I intuitively sense that this will be the case, pointing to an endless and eternal cycle of expansion and contraction, with no beginning or end.
We find Christ cursing Children of Israel and threatening them with punishment that would last hundreds of years (Mathew 24:7).
We also find that Christ cursed the fig tree (Mathew 21:19), a symbol of the children of Israel.
He also cursed the children of Israel and called them, “You brood of vipers.” (Mathew 12:24, Mathew 23:33).
Is this the God of love that Christians, such as Turning Point USA, have in mind?
Obviously, these above-mentioned passages can be interpreted two different ways depending on one’s perspective–and so forth unto this day, this profound religious divide continues–as wide as the Grand Canyon.
Someday, in the not-too-distant future, there be a renaissance of sorts, a glorious and prosperous fusion of archetypical religion and modern AI and quantum computer technology, heralding the Age of Aquarius in multifaceted dimensions still unfolding as I speak. But beware
and cognizant of VileAI.com & SwartAI.com—lesson learned.
How I wish that Marc McGinnes and the Environmental Defense Center had filed an injunction against the state some fifty years ago. Why did I have to go through this emotional Hell and wait fifty years for something substantial to be accomplished? It now seems as though my burden has finally been lifted, and the monkey has been taken off my back.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanza, and Season’s Greetings everybody!
In re: My Alternative Reality to Sable Offshore in My Later Golden Years
My publisher this afternoon just informed me that my first book of thirty-five original poems will be out on Amazon by the Christmas Day deadline. Titled “A Golden Star book of Poems, Book #1,” it will feature on its cover a silhouette of the Horsehead Nebula amidst an orange hue background with bright bursting stars randomly scattered. It is to be found in the constellation Orion and will feature a quote from Job 38:31. The hardcover will be priced @$15,00 and the paperback @$8.00.
Merry Christmas!
A Glorious Future Arising Beyond the Tragedy of Sable Offshore in My Golden Years:
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In re: Haskells
The piers were finally dismantled and cut at sand level in 1955, when the first Brown was then governor. A final (comprehensive?) and substantive cleanup was finished in 2023—some (68) years after the fact. That’s deplorable! What apathy on the part of the electorate and state officials/representatives!
Correction: The governor of California in 1955 was Goodwin J. Knight, taking over from Earl Warren previously. He was a Republican.
One more to top the night off…
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