Not much of one, really, but the only thing one can do as we silently boil with ineffetual rage against the BP machine:
What do you call a boatload of BP executives sinking in oil-covered seas with no lifeboats, each one leaping into the vile mix of crude and salt water, flailing to stay afloat before their lungs fill with the poisoned mixture and they sink to the bottom to be eaten by oil-mutated bottom-feeders?
A good start!
Two boatloads?
A GREAT start!
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