Tragically, Robert Byrd has died. Don't get me wrong: it's a stellar day whenever one of Leviathan's lackeys departs for the nether regions and leaves us in peace. But politicians and their lapdogs in the media will now pester us with eulogies on this long-lived leech until we are as sick of him dead as we were of him alive. Meanwhile, his theft continues from beyond the grave: how many millions of our taxes will his funeral gobble? The "security" alone (we can't have any of his victims showing up to tell the truth about him, now, can we?) will likely cost enough to bankrupt Midas.
The gulf oil gusher is a disaster of great proportions. We’ve all seen the pictures of petroleum-soaked birds and dead fish, and the area’s economy is on life support. The mishap truly is a tragedy for all, from Gulf residents to English pensioners to marine wildlife to, yes, BP itself. As bad as this is, however, there’s a way to make the situation worse: by compounding it with another tragedy, one both foreseeable and preventable.