Sharck,
Greetings from the island to the north.
Argh maties, grab that line, tighten that sail. Time to grab the riches from these landlubbers that we have steered 'to the reefs. Now is the time to strike, with the second in command of King George's court writing the policies for the robbing of the peasants, how can one go wrong!!
Ahh the life of buccaneer. Oil is gold to be got. We got them on the ropes, quick get them while they're bleeding. No quarter given, they have to have Nuclear plants, more pipelines, ANWR is needed, lets stir the Middle East pot, there's plenty of oil that can be claimed there, when we'll get go in and pick up the pieces.
Keep buying those SUVS Yanks. Plug in that air conditioner, bring your utilities to their knees. Ahhh life is looking good in the wasteland of the north. Tell us how to take care of our land!! We'll maybe crack the spigot for you if you send lots of green this way, not greenies, but green backs, saw bucks, hmmm, tell you what we might be interested in.. Real Estate. Just an acre or two. But, hey we get to pick.
Hey, Hey.. We got our legislators in the pocket of Exxon and their cousins. We got suck. Can you believe it, we just sent millions back to D.C. because we don't have enough people to build the projects. Is it all we care about is the maintaining the profits of Big Oil? You bet!
Stay in the wake of these big galleys, the flotsam will make us rich. Don't pick up any swimmers, you got to feed them, plus they might want some of the spoils, bait they are.
Great picks there Sharck-san. Be joining you on the bow. Got a pig sticker, an eye patch and a bandana, but I forget which ear to pierce for the ships that went down.
Ward |
