From top hat to top kill

Pretty soon we'll eating BP Premium Blend Pre-Seasoned Seafood. assuming we don't accidentally nuke ourselves first. America, the constantly devolving nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™), appears obsessed with growing ever larger penises to maintain ever longer erections that eventually lead to uninsured fatalities from improper tool insertion on a patriotic and pathetically subatomic scale.

Won't it make you feel just wonderful when the latest example of the mongoloid cluster fuck of deregulation foisted upon the average American idiot during the reign of the Old Rummy's idea of governing by wish ends up with the Gulf Coast owned by the Kuwaitis, who learned how to deal with this insane incompetence during the first lost Gulf War under the wasteful eye of President George Herbert Hoover Stupid Bush? 

It makes me feel good, once again telling you how I told you so. Been doing it for 50+ plus years. Expect to be doing it for another 50, because I've been drinking and drugging and doing every goddamn thing you assholes tell me not to.

So seriously, do you think there is any meaning in the names BP has been giving to their continued failed efforts to deal with a reality that was obvious before they began drilling?

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