Fuck BP

Seriously. Fuck them. Fuck them hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck them.


They deserve everything bad that happens to them from now on--bankruptcy, sanctions, jail. None of it is too bad.


I grew up on the Gulf Coast, spent a LOT of time on the bays, on the beach, fishing with my father or collecting shells with my mother. The Gulf Coast was my nursery, is my sacred land. Love of the Coast and its creatures and changing moods and 'scapes is as close to a religion as I get.



So, multi-bazillion dollar international corporation: go fuck yourself.

This is me, as a baby, on Surfside Beach.  

 And this is me and my father--I'm only a widdle wee baby.

That last photo? Yeah, that's the closest I ever got to a baptism. So when I say that loving the Coast is like a religion to me, I'm not even joking.


And BP just took a big ol' dump in my temple.




I'm afraid I can't be more eloquent than

FUCK BP.