How 'bout that oil spill, huh? Oil rigs are SAFE! Until they aren't. All it takes is ONCE, right? Kinda like, ah, Three Mile Island, or uh, Love Canal? Drill, baby, drill. Those wind farms are getting less and less ugly every day, aren't they? Now we're gonna get Congressional hearings until we get to the BOTTOM of this! Find out who's responsible, and put 'em AWAY! Like we put the Tobacco Industry execs who perjured themselves in front of a committee away! Say, what ever HAPPENED to those guys, anyway? And last I heard, Mr. Blankenship, killer of coal miners, was still free. Remember this song?:

Oh what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Is there hope for the future?
Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
Who made the mine owner?
Say the black bells of Rhondda.
And who robbed the miner?
Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

They will plunder will-nilly,
Cry the bells of Caerphilly.
They have fangs, they have teeth,
Shout the loud bells of Neath.
Even God is uneasy,
Say the moist bells of Swansea.
And what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

Throw the vandals in court,
Say the bells of Newport.
All will be well if, if, if,
Cry the green bells of Cardiff.
Why so worried, sisters why?
Sang the silver bells of Wye.
And what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney?