I know everybody is shocked to hear that all may not be well (so to speak) with BP’s oil hole in the Gulf. Apparently, there’s a bit of seepage (and I think we all know just how uncomfortable that can be) and “undetermined anomalies” in the wellhead area. Damn, I dunno what’s worse: seepage, or anomalies on your wellhead. Though seepage in your wellhead area would indicate a trip to the clinic. Especially if it’s an oily discharge.
Elsewhere, it appears that Obama has told his Vice President to ixnay on the whole ooptra awdowndray from Ghafanistanay. Joe Biden told the Goebbels network yesterday that next summer’s troop reduction might just be a token few thousand. I, for one, am proud to see Obama show the steely resolve once exhibited by another strong Democratic leader – LBJ. Though LBJ was a lot better at ramming his legislation through Congress.
The Liberty Belle is coming to town next weekend. Not a bell, but the restored WWII-vintage B-17 bomber known as the “Flying Fortress.” It’s probably most notable for the bubble on the bottom where the “belly gunner” sat (and was pretty much screwed if the landing gear didn’t work). I’m familiar with them because when my dad was going through radio operator training during the war, he’d hoped to get the job of radio operator (whose other job was to man a .50 caliber machine gun) on one of these. Instead, he wound up slogging through China/India/Burma and getting bit by a monkey before contracting malaria. He didn’t get shot, at least.
Speaking of WWII, those Krazy Krauts shut down a 37-mile stretch of their high-speed highway for a party yesterday where, by all accounts, they had fun, fun, fun on the Autobahn. Yeah, I know, the words are actually “Wir fahr’n fahr’n fahr’n auf der Autobahn,” which is kinda the opposite idea of sitting down at a 37-mile table, but, either way, it’s Ausgezeichnet!
Not so excellent, however, is the fact that it’s Monday, and I gotta go to work.
Oh well, as they say in Deutschland, “Gute Fahrt!”
“Gutzuenheit min freund”
“Wie geht ist eiden? :billcat:
O’Bama warned us it might be too oily to
lubricatecelebrate. I wondered if there might be a methane to the madness. When Bill Graham and Mountain View built the Shoreline Amphitheater on top of a garbage landfill site, smokers on the lawn would sometimes notice that flames like a bunsen burner would spring up in the grass.:bong:
I think the real hidden horror that is going to outlast everything else will be the bloody dispersants that they are using and where their results land. Then again, that’s just me. I am sure COREXIT® is a great product.
:fu: :reaper:
Lily Tomlin said it best. “No matter how cynical I get, I just can’t keep up.”
Just heard a guy today saying that the oil may not have been all that bad for the sea critters (other than getting caught a nice big glop of it, of course), but the dispersant makes it small enough for them to absorb into their systems, and nobody is really sure just how bad that will be.
My guess is it will be really, really bad. But I’m no scientist.
He also said the Gulf is where the blue fin and yellow fin tuna and the Atlantic swordfish spawn, so he figures we’ll keep fishing the hell out of them, and then their numbers will be greatly diminished in a year or two.
On the bright side, the gubberment has given BP permission to keep the well capped off, on the condition that they monitor the sea bed closely and notify the government immediately if something bubbles up. And BP pinkie swore they would, so it’s a done deal.
http://www.gregpalast.com/shoot-bp-the-amazon-to-arctic-investigation/#more-3792
“At Tatitlek Village, Alaska Native Henry Makarka told me, “If I had a machine gun I’d shoot every one of them white sons of bitches.”
Makarka was talking about the executives who came to him and his tribe 40 years ago to purchase their land at Valdez. They were from the companies now known as Exxon and BP.
The Tatitlek were paid the handsome price of $1 for Valdez, which the companies knew was worth billions.”
Got this from Gypsy over at FB