The Truth About BP Oil - OzChess

**Oxiom** · 05-27-2011, 07:42 PM

On April 10, 2010, BP’s Deepwater Horizon drilling rig exploded, killing 11 workers. As a result, the well-known Gulf of Mexico oil spill started and kept flowing for about three months.

A terrible tragedy, but it was a deliberate act by environmental whackos. Who the hell blows up an oil right, destroying the environment, to save the environment?

Well, the truth is it was torpedoed by a North Korean submarine! The hope was to cause a rift in US/UK relations to weaken US Imperialist power on the Korean peninsula.

**antichrist** · 11-07-2011, 01:39 PM

TREES

By Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by people like me,
But only God can make a tree.

05-27-2011, 07:42 PM	#1 (permalink)
Oxiom Junior Member Join Date: May 2011 Posts: 17	The Truth About BP Oil On April 10, 2010, BP’s Deepwater Horizon drilling rig exploded, killing 11 workers. As a result, the well-known Gulf of Mexico oil spill started and kept flowing for about three months. A terrible tragedy, but it was a deliberate act by environmental whackos. Who the hell blows up an oil right, destroying the environment, to save the environment? Well, the truth is it was torpedoed by a North Korean submarine! The hope was to cause a rift in US/UK relations to weaken US Imperialist power on the Korean peninsula.

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11-07-2011, 01:39 PM	#2 (permalink)
antichrist Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Byron Bay, NSW Posts: 2,821	TREES By Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by people like me, But only God can make a tree.