“Oh,” said British Petroleum, “we’ve got all the latest safety equipment on those mile-deep Gulf of Mexico wells.”
It turns out it didn’t.
“Oh,” said British Petroleum, “it’s just a small leak. We can handle it.
It turns out the leak is five times worse than BP admitted, and it can’t handle it.
As it stands now, the oil slick has entered the mouth of the Mississippi River, is endangering hundreds of species of fish and wildlife and thousands of acres of wetlands, and the air in New Orleans is beginning to turn putrid and is burning the noses of Crescent City residents.
And it’ll take at least a month to get the situation under control.
If you every uttered the phrase “drill, baby, drill,” go buy an airline ticket, fly your ass to New Orleans, put on some rubber boots and clean up that mess.