19 June 2010

A Day At The Races, Unfortunately, Not With The Marx Brothers

Come ON, Tony Hayward!!!!!!!!!!!  Damn it!

Is your head so far up your ass that it's now down BP's busted well pipe?  
What the hell were you thinking, watching your $700,000 52' yacht "Bob" compete in a race around the Isle of Wight?  

And didn't you have sufficient active brain cells to pick a more interesting name?  Bob when you could have chosen something more provocative like "Crude," "Spill," "Tar Ball," or "F U Gulf Residents."  

Wait . . . get out the dictionary.  I stand corrected . . .  in choosing BOB you actually displayed some unintended foresight.  

Ms. Dictionary tells me that "to bob" can mean "to move up an down in short quick movements."  As in this sample sentence: "The 2 undamaged lifeboats pitched and bobbed as they carried rig workers--some of them badly injured--to safety."

For crying out loud . . . You sit on your wealthy butt watching YOUR boat BOB compete in a meaningless race while Gulf states residents have watched their boats remain idle for the last 60 days.  Do you depend on BOB for your livelihood in the way that these people did?  [note choice of past tense]

Unlike you, those people haven't gotten their lives nor livelihoods back.

Apologists say that everyone, including you, should be able to take some personal time with their family.  On the contrary, Tony, I'm sorry, but I gotta tell you that now is the exactly wrong time for you to be taking a break.

As Larose, LA, tattoo artist, Bobby Pitre, said, "None of us can even go out fishing and he's at the yacht races.  I wish we could get a day off from the oil too."  

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