hydrocarbon overlords boat gloat.
Arrrrrgh me hearties... step ye now into the Waldo Chart-room and fix yer lamp on yonder Russian olig-arrrrghs. Overlay ye with Five Stages of Collapse and ye sea where arrrrgh chip o phouls be headed.
She be no mystery chip, and a crime spree is exactly what is planned for the collapse. Our own hydrocarbon overlords covet the proud beauty... and Bitch Daniels be ready with the rim job.
They be piping in lap-dancers for da stupor-bowl flush tomorrow, and there be plenty of apparatchik ankle-biters parking they comb-over hair planes for the festivities. Goons ready to belay any strikers.
Hope the worker/players will STRIKE.