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If earth could speak,
If birds could talk,
If fish could weep,
British Petroleum would have TOP KILL pumped down its throat, to plug the toxic spew of arrogance and greed, FOREVER.
Tony Hayward, CEO, is the perfect mouthpiece, a beknighted BP spokesman with oil slick eyes and plume of black hair; a clueless enabler for a corporate entity that cares not a whit for a single oil-soaked bird, not to mention majestic eagle, symbol of His Majesty's former colony.
Hayward's smug face radiates an aristocratic bearing of "noblesse oblige", and barely concealed conceit, that would be debilitating in the lives of most common folk, but is prerequisite for success in a soulless mega-corp. If you took off his hat, I think you would find a USB port, sewn in his scalp.
Rare, indeed, is a man that can speak with such emotional detachment, coupled with a narcissistic personality disorder, to "catapult the propaganda" of Deepwater Horizon, with such disastrous results, that he must have taken lessons from George W, himself. As stupid words spill from his loose lips, his epitaph will likely read, "Freudian slips sink ships."
His face may supersede, if not Caesar on a Roman coin, then perhaps compete with the rubber stamp seal of Halliburton, known as the inside traitor face of Dick Cheney; all of which radiate a demeanor of disingenuousness, that could cause Wikipedia's disambiguation policy for resolving conflicts, to spontaneously combust, and crash-and-burn the entire global Google network.
Hayward, of course, has the distinction of emceeing the world's greatest environmental disaster. He takes it so seriously that it's a wonder he does not punctuate his words with yawns. He probably wants to get back to the cricket crowd, or polo party, with Prince Charles, whom I am not going to say he resembles, because it would represent a nepotism so institutionalized, that it might give pause to doubters of Darwinian inbreeding. "Let the Teabaggers drink oil," Marie Antoinette might say. And rightly so. Hayward needs to fly off on the albatross he rode in on.
Although "unbecoming to mingle with common folk" has historically been a British monopoly, Obama is treading on dangerous water. White shirts and oily beaches do not present a pretty canvas. Obama, however, is careful not to mangle the Queen's English. He has a ways to go before he pulls ahead in the "pompous ass" category. But time could be running out.
If turtles could vote,
If pelicans had power,
If hermit crabs mattered,
Every abusive MEGA-CORP would have TOP KILL pumped down its collective throat. Absolute power corrupts absolutely; inevitable corruption needs to be mitigated--a constitutional concrete plug that would permanently seal the toxic spew, close every corporate loophole, and keep them in their Pandora Box forever.
Corporations purposely select CEOs from people with demonstrated sociopathic tendencies, who are able to prosper in an environment that picks profit over the well being of people...or nature. The whole world suffers from the culture of these corporations. It is a travesty that corporations are accorded first amendment rights, while living breathing creatures of the Gulf of Mexico are being read "their last rites".
