Remind me. What's the opportunity I present BO?
As far as I can tell, it's music night. BOs love for the gala, for the dramatic, for visits by the Jerry Seinfelds and the Paul McCartneys and the Kelly Clarksons is surpassed only by his passion for date night, or anything else the taxpayer gets to pay for ... in 274 years.
Or maybe it's oil-doused seaweed salad and tar ball pancakes with chemical dispersant syrup chased with a glass of my orangish sheen. At least that's what BO and his glitterati should be served during their galas, while the people who live on, and depend on, the Gulf of Mexico can't work.
Now, I know that BO has shut down drilling in the Gulf for six months (except for the relief well to plug my damn hole). And I know that BO has said I have provided the perfect opportunity for the Regime to Rahm through cap and slave legislation, so the people of America can have something else to riot about, unlike the Greeks.
Who am I to say what's what? Hey, I'm just an oil spill. My job is to spew. And I do a pretty damned good job of it if, after 49 days of gushing, BO's response to me is being rated worse than that Bush guy's response to Katrina.
I don't know. I wasn't around then. But I can tell you that it's June. Guess what starts in June? Ever had the worst environmental disaster on your hands, with no end in sight, during Hurricane Season, and a recession?
Yeah, baby! That's opportunity there!
For being a Dhummi.
And maybe that's why "angry BO" has been unleashed again, to let us know that he knows that we know that when he says he knows "whose ass to kick" -- it's just another way for him to say "let me be clear," or not.
But you and I both know that BO always looks for someone else to blame. And, in the end, people who don't accept their own responsibilities ... well, they're the ones who get their asses kicked -- quite hard.