Title: Still no word on the Gulf Coast evacuation Source:
Ibluafartsky URL Source:http://none Published:Oct 14, 2010 Author:Ibluafartsky Post Date:2010-10-14 04:18:35 by Ibluafartsky Keywords:mcgowanjm, leftwing, loon Views:64187 Comments:86
Some left wing loon, mcgowanjm/mcclown, predicted millions of people would have to be evacuated from the Gulf Coast due to the massive oil spill and that hundreds of thousands would die. Has the MSM been covering this up? Or has mcclown made an ass of itself once again?
Third Chronic Illness afflicting 'CleanUp Workers'. Who will be dead in about 10 years now.
Fourth. 3+VLCC's of oil + approx 1 million bbls of Propylene Glycol created a MAssive Dead Zone between LA/MS/Al
Fifth. US/bp hosting CleanGulf Convention in Orlando (8D) eating... wait for it...MARYLAND crab and shrimp caught before April 20.
Sixth All checks stopped. No one getting claims paid. Moratorium Lifted even as USCG trying to figure out who fights the Rig Fires.
Seventh US/bp STILL to this Day refusing to release critical docs.
Eight. Corexit STILL being used INLAND.
Nine. ALL of this toxin is going NoWhere but on the beach. Next Cat 3/5 still out there.
Ten. Economy STILL collapsed. Note no one interviewed about Foreclosures on the GoM. LMFAO
Evac Now. It won;t get better and the US/BigOil is Not your friend.
Or you can listen to naziALzioFundies and go swim in the shit. You're call.
LMFAO 8D Everything Worst Yet and STILL you believe these Lying Murdering Criminal Syndicates. Like the 5th Waffen SS Wiking Division, you get everything you deserve.
You're 'dire prediction' on this topic has been shown to be ridiculous.
Then again, I don't know of a single one you've offered us that has come to pass.
Must be nice. That ignorance of yours. While it lasts.
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Unsure where to go or what to do, I figure our time is limited, so I may as well just pick a spot and dig. so I unpack a small garden trowel from my pack, and I began digging in a spot covered with gravelly sand. About the third shovelful down, I realize that the sand has turned to a strange mud. It’s gloppy and sticky and clings together with a slimy looking texture. It’s hard to get it off my trowel. I smell something I can’t quite place. Water starts seeping in to the bottom of the hole – water with a sheen of pink, purple, green, yellow, orange… it’s clearly an oil sheen. I watch it for a moment, stunned. I didn’t know what to expect, but for some reason this hadn’t been it. I wonder now about the smell, and I pick up a plum-sized clump of mud with the trowel and draw it to my nose to see if I can smell any trace of oil in this marshy sediment. I recoil and gag as the unmistakable smell of petroleum fills my nose, my eyes, my lungs. It wasn’t just a swampy smell, I’d noticed – it was oil, and it was powerful."
