A Tale of Two Recreational Activities

It’s hard to tell which has messed up in the Gulf more, BP or DC. Both are doing a phenomenal job of neither kicking ass nor plugging the hole. British Petroleum, who couldn’t be bothered to follow safety rules, had to remove it’s PR nightmare CEO Tony Hayward from the clean-up operation last week following the Oil Summit. Even though he is the head of BP, Hayward appeared clueless as to what caused the leak, how to stop the leak, and how to clean up the spilled oil from the leak.

The government, which couldn’t be bothered to enforce safety rules, hasn’t been much better. The Obama administration refused the help of the Dutch, and as Geert Visser, consul general for the Netherlands in Houston said, “What’s wrong with accepting outside help? If there’s a country that’s experienced with building dikes and managing water, it’s the Netherlands.” Those in Washington have refused to let local authorities in affected states and communities take charge. When President Obama made the gulf oil spill the topic of his first Oval Address last week, even the folks over at MSNBC thought it was ineffective at best.

It’s safe to say that both entities are mucking things up royally. And refusing to play nicely together. Deputy Press Secretary Bill Burton made jokes about Tony Hayward taking in a yacht race over the weekend, saying:

“You know, look, if Tony Hayward wants to put a skimmer on that yacht and bring it down to the Gulf, we’d be happy to have his help…Tony Hayward, I guess, took himself at his word that he was going to get his life back here. It’s clear that he has. But what’s important to us is that the people in the Gulf get their lives back. It’s not so easy for them to just take a weekend away and forget about everything that’s happening down there.”

It’s just not right for Tony Hayward to indulge in some rest and relaxation over the weekend while there are people losing everything down in the gulf. Right or wrong, even I agree it doesn’t look good. So what did Mr. Burton have to say about President Obama’s Saturday golf game?

“I don’t think that there’s a person in this country that doesn’t think that their president ought to have a little time to clear his mind.”

Hypocrites. One leader is shrugging off his responsibilities, the other is clearing his head. I guess some animals really are more equal than others.

Obama Wants to Kick Some Ass

Keep it classy, Mr. President.

“I don’t sit around just talking to experts because this is a college seminar, we talk to these folks because they potentially have the best answers, so I know whose ass to kick.”

Disaster Response

It’s been over two weeks since an explosion on an oil rig killed eleven people and started spewing oil into the Gulf of Mexico at the rate of 210,000 gallons per day.

Two weeks.

The information has been spotty, to say the least. First the fallen rig wasn’t leaking. Then it was.

Then safety procedures in place since 1994 to burn off the crude oil in its earlier, containable stages were not followed.

Then some terrorist guy that graduated terrorism school in Pakistan before moving to the United States and becoming a citizen tried to blow up an SUV in Times Square in New York City. He almost got away too, after purchasing an airplane ticket and boarding the plane despite being on the on No Fly List. I seem to remember that panty bomber being on that list too. Don’t worry, I’m sure the system is working just fine. Solid B+, I say.

President Obama has been very busy. Attending Nerd Prom. That’s in-the-know way to refer to the White House Correspondent’s Dinner. I’ll spare you the embarrassment of having to ask like I did last week,”What the heck is Nerd Prom???”

Oh yeah, and Nashville’s quickly becoming the next Atlantis.

It’s time to do something, people.

Contact your Congressmen in Washington and tell them the answer to this slick disaster is not to bankrupt us by shutting off even more of our fuel.

Contact the FTA and let them know that if they’re going to have a no fly list, they might as well start actually enforcing it.

If you have the means, donate your time or money to help the mer-people of Nashville.

At least that’s what I’ll be doing. I refuse to feel helpless and sit back and twiddle my thumbs and hope everything turns out ok. Sometimes life throws you curve balls. Sometimes those stray balls smack you in the face. I’d rather be someone that gets back up to the plate, black eye and all, than someone that fears ball games for the rest of her life. Because if you never get back up to that plate, there’s no chance you’ll ever hit that home run.

Sorry for the baseball analogy. It was either that or American Idol, as both topics are dominating my tweet-stream at the moment…