I suppose it could make us feel better:
Concocting revenge fantasies has become a popular sport.
A Louisiana resident suggested in a letter to the Times Picayune newspaper that BP executives be tarred in spilled oil, rolled in blackened pelican feathers and sent to the guillotine so their severed heads could be used in a “junk shot” to clog the well.
The creators of the “B-Pee Day” Facebook page urged readers to urinate on BP gas stations, declaring “They leaked on us, it’s time to take a leak on them.
What’s your fantasy revenge idea?
Hard to surpass that Louisiana resident.
testifying from inside a glass booth.
Predator drones over St. Peter’s Square at Easter time. The minute Ratzinger pops his head out, BLAM!
American B2’s carpet bombing every Israeli nuclear weapon storage site.
Every Wall Street banker pushed off the roofs of their offices.
My fantasies follow the story arcs of Freddie Kruger and the French Revolution. They involve bankers, fossil fuel executives, and 95% of the “news” establishment. The details are not family-safe.
Perp walk along the beaches affected with residents throwing big globs of oil all over BP executives.
With cameras rolling of course. Then off to prison for 25 to life.
Priceless.
I’d be perfectly happy if they moved to the Louisiana coast and worked at cleanup and restoration efforts until the job is done. Or maybe they could do any of the jobs that are asking for volunteers despite BP’s legal responsibility and repeated pledges to pay for the damage.
a good fucking start.
In all honesty I think the dam will be broken soon there will be lone wolves who start killing business executives like the heads of BP or Chase Bank.
And all I will do is applaud and change my name to Madame Defarge.
Make all the execs work at McJobs for the rest of their lives and live at that income level.
I’d settle for enforcing the laws and regulations on the books. But that’s obviously a crazy fantasy.
more than a little late to this thread, but in my fantasy revenge, the majority of BP executives are boiled in Louisiana light sweet crude until dead, on national TV.
The exception is Tony Hayward, the CEO, condemned to clean up the oil all by himself, for the rest of his life. he can live on a prison ship anchored just off the LA coast.