(Via Sensico.)
Oh, yes. Much better alternative to actively combing the beaches picking up tar balls and cleaning off oily birds. Let's all just drop to our knees and ask for some miracle from a sky wizard that, if he ever existed, surely would've given up on us by now like we would give up on a puppy that refuses to be house-broken and pisses and shits all over the house.
I'll bet Obama's sorry he didn't call her now for her suggestions on how to deal with a 100,000,000 gallon oil spill, what with these bright ideas that just popping off her head like fleas.
Here's a better idea, Sweetie: How about we pray that one day Obama will wake up, fire that red-assed, bouncy squeaky oil cartel love doll named Ken "Sheriff" Salazar and start regulating these world-eaters while there's still a morsel left for the rest of us?
So, how's that Drillie thingie workin' out fer ya, ya fucking douchebag?
Meanwhile, what about Bob?
Tony Hayward, thank God, got his life and his groove back.
Wake the fuck up, Obama. Can't you see they're not even trying, at this point? And, since you're heading up the second consecutive administration to fail New Orleans and the Gulf coast, people are starting to say the same thing about you.
