The humor of the entire situation suddenly gave way to a run for survival as huge chunks of whale blubber fell everywhere. Pieces of meat passed high over our heads while others were falling at our feet. The dunes were rapidly evacuated as spectators escaped both the falling debris and the overwhelming smell.
–Paul Linnman, News Reporter
This past week was my spring break, and my family and I went down to the Oregon coast. And while we were down there, we learned a little bit of local history. Namely, forty years ago, a huge, deceased whale washed up on one of the beaches, and nobody quite knew how to deal with it. Somehow, the only song I find appropriate is Sinnerman by Nina Simone.
So, how would you have dealt with this beached, dead whale? Would you have tried to push it back into the ocean? Would you have cut it up and disposed of the pieces? Or, like the state of Oregon, would you have tried to blow it up using about 1,000 lbs. of dynamite?
Let’s go to the videotape.
And that, my friends, is what we call a bad idea.