Okay, I’m drunk…

I’m watching hockey, I’m listening to Atari Teenage Riot and I’m drunk…

Thad Allen today said the oil spill could last into the fall…

Tony Hayward said he wouldn’t step down as CEO of British Petroleum…

Barack Obama was doing…oh, I don’t know…something…

Glenn Beck was hiding under a desk somewhere from people like me who, oh yeah…we’re out to get that bastard…

Rush Limbaugh spent the day searching for his penis below the folds of his belly fat, through dat’ hydracodone haze…

Joe Biden was relating to us, the common folk…somewhere…

Sean Hannity spent the day staring into a mirror, looking at his iron jaw, and reminding himself… “People love me…”

Bill O’Reilly spent the day trying to call Sean Hannity, trying to confess his love for an iron jaw he once had…

Keith Olbermann didn’t call anyone, didn’t have too…nobody exists except Keith Olberman…

Bobby Jindal called Kathleen Blanco and kept shrieking “Time Out” over and over into voicemail…

Ray Nagin congratulated Keith Olbermann on being in the last two contestants of Survivor, then tried to fire him…

Sarah Palin held a press conference, showing footage of gremlins and John Lithgow on the oil well before the explosion…

Matt Taibbi wrote an article on how Goldman Sachs secretly planted dynamite at the well…

Institutional Racism won Game 5…

The official British Petroleum YouTube video put up a proper documentation of their cleanup efforts and of course, disabled the comments section about said video…comments can be so…distasteful…reminding once again, this is not about you and what you think, but about the message they wish to imprint…

A song called “Cry For the Fisherman” appeared on Youtube, with a call for donations to help the clean up effort, and comments are allowed….reminding, once again, this disaster is about people and wildlife and Fuck BP…

Oh, and…

One thousand people lost their livelihoods today.

Three hundred brown pelicans lost their lives.

Twenty sea turtles died.

Ten sharks died.

The wetlands gave up another ten miles of land.

New Orleans, once smelling of decay, continued to smell of oil…

No charges have been filed against anyone, anywhere, nowhere, no how…except for some guy who went swimming in the water off Grand Isle.

Land of the free, home of the…say what, say what?

I’m drunk and watching hockey.

Drunk.

Fuck…