Somebody Needs to Tell…BP
In the movie Payback, Mel Gibson’s character drops a nugget of wisdom that is as true in business as it is in life: No matter how big the company may be, if you go high enough you’ll find one person who controls it all and has the final say.
So what’s my point? Somebody needs to tell that man at British Petroleum (BP) that they are being prepared a very spacious, deluxe, all-accommodation suite IN HELL. It’s bad enough about the big oil spill (you might have missed this, it’s top secret). The spill itself was a horrific, excruciating accident. But it’s the run-up: By spending big money on lobbyists and buying off senators, BP made damn sure regulations never got too tough and the few weak rules were never enforced.
Then after the tragedy occurred (and we ain’t seen the worst of it yet), BP squeezes the fishermen who volunteered to help clean up, you know, the ones whose livelihood might be destroyed, THOSE fishermen. BP had them sign a contract that holds the company harmless if the men are hurt during clean up. Furthermore, the contract holds the fishermen responsible for any damage to their ships AND BP won’t provide any HAZMAT training for the guys. Just get out there and git’er done, fellas.
Mr. and Mrs BP Overseer, your room is almost ready.
Somebody Needs to Tell…George Rekers
Somebody needs to tell George Rekers and every other far right, gay-bashing, cock-hungry bigot that Rentboy.com isn’t the best place to find someone to “carry your luggage,” unless by carry your luggage you mean tickle your nether regions with an eight-inch meat monster. It seems that every conservative gay panic loudmouth is busy stuffing their faces behind closed doors, and I’m not talking about the buffet.
Maybe they should chill out on the “God Hates Fags” rallies and make an appointment with a nice therapist to work out their self-loathing issues. Realize that if Jesus himself was not actually gay, it’s highly likely that he hung out with a couple of queens—the VIPs of Biblical outcasts—and I think he made it into heaven. Then, stop by their local Lambda bookstore and make a few friends—for free. And doesn’t Craigslist have a section for unloading your baggage?