Final report from the Gulf, and photos by Niki2

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Final report from the Gulf, and photos

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Monday, October 11, 2010 11:00 AM

Gettin' old, but still a hippie at heart...

Okay, I wrote this whole post, then lost it when my system crashed. Damn. So it’s taken me a couple of days to be willing tow rite it again. But here it is. If it doesn't come out the first time, I'll revise until I get it right.

My visit to the Gulf was a quasi-success. I made one little mistake which screwed the remainder of the trip up for me. Ken, the head of Fish and Wildlife who worked with us and on whose Refuge we gathered (photo in Day 2 & 3 post) suggested when I said I was eager to see a bayou that I trade my planting day for one of their “work/play days”, wherein you work for three hours on restoration of the Refuge, then get to canoe Bayou Lacombe, which is where we were working. It turned out to be clearing brush, and in trying to keep up with the other four (younger) members of my team, I screwed up my tendon, and my wrist. That night, the tendon SCREAMED at me at 3:00 in the morning, and was never as good after that.

The thing is, the planting itself wasn’t “work”, I just scooted around on my but in the water/mud, and it didn’t hurt the tendon, wrist or back. It was wonderful. Others have remarked that to do so would be gross and laughed at me, but I was incredibly grateful that it was something I could do which my bod could stand up to. Just plant a plant, kick off with my feet and I’d scoot several feet, stick the PVC pipe in the ground to make another hole, and plant another plant. I loved it. I burned so bad I blistered and am still peeling, but that’s unimportant and my own fault. It didn’t occur to me that the various injuries/surgeries of the past couple of years have kept me out of the sun...usually I might burn, but the next day it goes brown.

But losing the ability to do that really hurt. I didn’t even enjoy the bayou canoeing, as it turned out...it was hot, we had to row our own canoes, and the bayou was a disappointment in that it mostly seemed like areas I’ve already seen along the Russian River, etc. So I screwed up, for nothing. I felt better when Ben (the old man I posted a pic of earlier) told me he was amazed, that every time he looked out, there I was. I thought everyone was doing as I was...I’d grab a bag of plants, start at the shore and plant out to what I figured was half the plants, then plant back in, usually putting me in around lunch. After lunch I’d do the same until we were called in for the day. Apparently that wasn’t the case; most of the people planted for a while, then came in for breaks—the “land” planters usually ran out of plants mid-day and just rested under the shade of the tends the rest of the day. Land planting was harder than water planting, but went much faster.

Nonetheless, here are some of the pix I got of the time I was there. Bonnie has several shots of me in the water, working, but I have to wait for her to get home to get them. Given I was wielding my camera, obviously I didn’t get any of myself. I have tons of shots of the swamp tour I took (which was FAR superior to the bayou canoeing, and more like what I expected), the Reserve, the planting sites, and, far too many of crypts in a New Orleans graveyard and balconies and the French Quarter (which we visited on our day off), but I won’t subject you to any of those unless asked. The ones pertinent to what you sent me for follow:

10/2 (Saturday) - I wandered the grounds of the Refuge before we met for the work/play day. It’s gorgeous; lots and lots of paths and remnants of when it was an estate.

These berries were everywhere; they’re “American Beauty Berries”, which they definitely ARE:

Ths is what they consider a “walking trail”...trails around here should be half as good!

This is the grotto where we cleared brush...I didn’t get an “after” photo, but it was pretty amazing. Places where it was total brush, where you couldn’t see the two or three trees growing, was cleared so completely that all that remained WAS the two or three trees! Lots of thorny stuff which got me pretty good, and vines we had to rip down off the trees. I only made it through two of the three hours before I began to feel my tendon and was pooped anyway!

10/3 (Sunday—our day off) Bonnie and I drove the Gulf Coast road to Biloxi and stopped at several of the beaches. There was oil, only scattered bits of it along the high-tide mark all the way down the Gulf, as the beach stretches from New Orleans to Biloxi, Mississippi.

Yes, the black thingies are oil. Hardened so that it almost felt like rock, but unmistakably oil. Nothing fresher, but it was low tide; I dunno if it comes up that way or hardens in the sun after it’s been deposited. I only got one up-close photo of the stuff:

We also stopped to photograph some of the shrimping boats, and saw some booms wrapped up on the dock:

Didn’t get to swim, as we’d hoped, because there was a jellyfish warning out. Bonnie got stung before we knew about it, as it wasn’t posted the first place we stopped. I walked out a bit on a very shallow shoal and saw one, beautiful little thing but since my camera was back in the car and I was in The Boot, I didn’t think I could hobble there and back and still find him. Was bummed we never got to swim in the Gulf, but such is life.

It only took an hour or two to drive to Biloxi, so we spent the rest of the day in New Orleans. We had gotten lost in NO one night we went to meet someone there, and when lost saw this great cemetery, so we went back and took far too many photos. The crypts are amazing! Then we went on to the French Quarter and wandered around some...I wore The Boot all day in the hopes it would help my tendon, and given it was our only day off, I wanted to do SOMETHING with it. We also went to the French Quarter, which was fun and the balconies knocked my socks off, as did the masks in one of the shops we visited.

10/4 (Monday) My tendon was still bad, so I took the day off. I was just going to sit with it up and iced and read a book, but Bonnie, and Jim and Choey, who I called every day, hassled me to do something, as it was my birthday, so I went on one of the swamp tours. THAT was fantastic. Can’t resist just a couple of photos:

We saw a lot of gators, birds and a snake, but not some of the other wildlife I’d hoped to see. The gators were fun enough, tho’, and downright tame. took too many photos of THEM, too! They only feed them marshmallows and hot dogs to get them to come to the boat. The guide said that they don’t use any kind of red meat because it makes them aggressive. He had lots of great stories to tell, and one was about how they deliberately fed them bloody raw meat to discourage the gator hunters.

Some bird or other has eggs that look just like the marshamallows and the gators love them, so they use them to attract the gators. I think they learned to love the marshmallows, otherwise why would they continually be tricked? Then again, they are gators, so not too big brained!

We passed a Cajun fishing village, where a couple of guys waved and hollered out at us good naturedly. I never knew the difference between Cajun and Creole before. Apparently Cajuns settled in the Northeast and were kicked out, then resettled in the Gulf where the French influence was strong. Creole are officially ONLY the first generation of those who came from Spain, but it’s been bastardized to have a more general meaning. There’s your bit of information for the day.

The “swamp” was gorgeous, but again, I won’t post more individual photos unless anyone’s interested.

10/5 (Tuesday) I figured I’d try again, so went back to the project. At first they said they weren’t going to do any water work...the marsh in that area was what we called “pudding mud”...so soft you couldn’t walk in it without sinking deep. So I did some land work, which consisted of driving a “dibble” into the soft ground, rocking it back and forth, putting a plant in and covering it up. It was certainly faster than water work, and I was careful to use my good leg to drive the dibble in. It wasn’t much harder than water planting, it seemed to me, but it was less pleasant being out in the dry ground in the sun. Here’s what I accomplished in about an hour and a half, which would be about twice what I’d have managed in the water: The wind blew pretty good every day we were out there, so my attempt to narrate was useless:
http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/Nikovich_/Misc/gulf/?action=view
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Some of us pushed to do water work and they finally let us. It was so great to get back in the water, but the pudding mud WAS a problem. Less for me than for others, since most people tried to either walk or get around on their knees. Me, I didn’t sink ‘cuz I was on my butt, and there was also a layer of stiffer mud about a foot under the pudding mud, so I could dig my heel in and push myself along with my hands. Admittedly I went a bit too far out at one point, to where even the stiffer mud wouldn’t let me get a grip and it was a bit scary, so I worked in small ponds and closer to shore from then on. Some got bitten by crabs—I saw one in a small pond: he looked at me, I looked at him, and I planted around him. Someone supposedly saw a small gator one of the days, but that and one little lizard, jumping fish and the MYRIAD dragonflies were about the only other things we saw.

Tuesday was fantastic, it was so great to be back at work and NOTHING hurt! I was tickled pink, until I drove home. Bonnie got very involved with the project people and Fish and Wildlife, and by the second week she was driving the shuttle, organizing, putting up and taking down, and staying late to party with them, so while I drove her in, she usually came home on her own. Driving home Tuesday, suddenly my tendon BURNED, something it’s not done but once or twice early on, so I knew it was over for me. Had a good cry—was a good decision, as the next day my wrist swelled up and hurt for a couple of days thereafter too. I’m guessing it was pushing the dibble into the ground and trying to push myself through pudding mud.

I DID get something I've wanted...it's not perfect, but I thought I'd give you an idea just HOW noisy an airboat is. Turn your volume up as high as you can and you'll get SOME idea:

http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/Nikovich_/Misc/gulf/?action=view
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We and the driver always had to wear earphones or ear plugs, as well as the ubiquitous life jackets, and they were careful to start up with the fan not pointint at us. I got a blast of it just once, and it was amazing. One time one of the boats miscalculated and his draft hit the tents...they were all blown over and two of them broken; from then we had to hold them together with ropes and duct tape! They're pretty amazing, I will miss them.

Wednesday I didn’t go in at all. I didn’t want to see anyone, I felt so bad, so I worked on getting an early flight home and feeling sorry for myself. If I JUST hadn’t done that damned work/play day, I could have done the whole project, I’m sure. Will be kicking myself for a long time to come over that one! Rather than just sit around feeling sorry for myself, I drove to Grand Isle, where people said there was still oil coming in, and I had visions of finally getting my swim in the Gulf. Turned out to be a three hour drive one way and pretty boring; it’s definitely an “isle” and there were lots of bridges to cross, Lots of stilted houses once I got to the Isle itself, for obvious reasons as in some places there was only a berm between them and the Gulf.

I went to the State Park and walked up to the beach, only to be confronted by a woman in one of those orange vests who told me the beach was closed. Said okay, I’d just take a few photos, and she said (quote) “BP doesn’t want you taking any photography”. They were out on the beach, cleaning it. So I turned around, but did sneak up a couple of dunes and out one pier to get some shots. Dunno if they’ll mean anything to you, Frem, but here they are:

It looked to me like they were bulldozing the sand UNDER, but I don’t know about these things. The pier said “area closed”, but I snuk in anyway, and parked outside was this:

I have a sneaking suspicion what they were doing was just sweeping the sand around, I never saw them actually picking anything UP. That’s the best I Could do, sorry...

And yes, there is oil. It was everywhere from about fifteen miles from Grand Isle out. It coated the bottom few inches of the marsh grass

If the grasses aren’t dead, they’re definitely unhealthy, they weren’t the green of the ones where I’d worked. In case you think that line of black isn't oil, just tide, compare it to the healthy plants at Big Branch:

Hopefully they’ll recover eventually, otherwise it’s going to be an awful mess. Everything out there is water and marsh grass! It’s in every pond and bit of water, and at low tide (which I’m guessing it was), it looks pretty awful:

Mostly, the long drive to Grand Isle was a waste of time, but it killed my last day there, which was better than nothing. Saw a beautiful river that was beside me for miles and miles, some neat boats, and I guess I can say I’ve been to Grand Isle, but that’s about it. Poor area. If I’d known what to expect, think I’d have gone down to Plackamore Parish and those areas to see what remains of the devastation from Katrina, but I didn’t know.

Jennifer Kaylee drove Bonnie home those last days, and stayed to visit, which was great. As I said, we’re almost diametrically opposed in almost every way politically, but I adore her...she busted her BUTT out there and was the major influence that kept people laughing and having fun. I got an e-mail from Bonnie that she collapsed the last day and wasn’t able to be there for the very end...exhaustion and dehydration (which is ironic because she kept telling US to pace ourselves and to be sure we didn’t get dehydrated!). They took her to hospital but she’s okay, frustrated that she has to rest but otherwise okay. She was either land or water planting virtually the whole time we were out there, so it’s not surprising it affected her. I’m glad she’s okay...I’ve really got a crush on her, she’s an amazing person and if she doesn’t keep her promise and visit, I’m gonna go track her down and HAUL her for a visit! The last night we talked for two or three hours, and it was the high point of my last two days there. She had her hair down and it was so beautiful I had to take a photo. Got one, but it was one of those things where you face the camera and smile...she had been talking about somewhere she really loved living, I THINK it might have been Memphis, so on impulse I told her to think of it, and I got a great shot:

That’s my report from the Gulf; thanx one last time for sending me, it was an experience I’ll never forget. If I can figure out some cheap food and lodging possibilities, I’ll save to go back, fer shore. Learned a LOT I’m not going to bore you with. But I will conclude with a few things I think are very important:

A couple of the biggest things I learned, WE learned, from both Katrina and the spill. One is just how dependent we are on the Gulf, all of us, for one thing or another. Not just fish, but strawberries, blueberries—a LOT is produced there. Another is just how MUCH wetlands the Gulf is losing every day—I’m assuming everyone heard some of the numbers when the spill was in the news. If you didn’t, an estimated 396,800 acres of freshwater wetlands were lost between 1998 and 2004 in the Gulf of Mexico. For comparison, this rate of loss was 6 times higher than the rate of freshwater wetlands losses in the coastal watersheds of the U.S. Atlantic Coast. The estimated wetland losses for all wetland types in the Gulf of Mexico were almost 25 times higher than those estimates for the Atlantic (371,000 acres versus 15,000 acres lost). Louisiana’s wetlands alone are being lost at the rate of approximately one football field every 38 minutes. To put that in perspective, that amounts to nearly 25 square miles of land every year. Wetlands are the nursery for many, many things, not to mention being the bulwark against tidal surge and hurricanes (which are also taking their toll). It’s an enormous problem, and one that really needs to be addressed.

They’re losing it because of development, construction, oil-and-gas canals, and clear-cut logging, among other things. The Corps of Engineers are hated down there, not just because of their failure and what it caused during Katrina. Apparently they are a real “good old boys” network, their own little monarchy. Holland actually offered not only to share their expertise in such things, but to come over and DO THE WORK for them; the Corps turned them down, and some of the levees that were destroyed during Katrina still stand uncompleted.

They're fighting hard over "Mr. Go" (Mississippi River – Gulf Outlet Canal) which is part of the problem, and is an important issue few of us know about.

What you may NOT know is the incredible effort down there on an individual scale. They have tons and tons of projects funded by NOAA, Fish and Wildlife, the government, and many, many nonprofits. Nonprofits have sprung up for no other reason, like the Restore America’s Estuaries group (which works all over the country), Gulf Restoration Network, Sierra Club, Louisiana Office of Coastal Protection and Restoration, and too many more to list. They’re working in conjunction with government agencies like Fish and Wildlife, White House Council on Environmental Quality , NOAA, and more This was the eleventh project Jennifer Kaylee had participated in this past year, and that’s only one person. The effort to restore the wetlands is enormous and there are many groups working in coordination to help. I’ve joined now and so will be getting e-mails of upcoming events. It’ll be a long time before I can participate again, but in the meantime I’m saving up my “scudies” and checking on a couple of places, one a church, that I heard of who are providing lodging at $25 a night. I’ll go back, if at all possible.

Goodbye Big Branch Marsh Restoration Project; it's something I'll never forget.

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

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Monday, October 11, 2010 12:14 PM

WULFENSTAR

http://youtu.be/VUnGTXRxGHg

So...

There was nothing there to clean up then...

COOL!

I love a happy ending.

"I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up when we need one
They've got strings but you can see
There are no strings on me!"

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Monday, October 11, 2010 12:58 PM

NIKI2

Gettin' old, but still a hippie at heart...

What in the fuck is that supposed to even MEAN??

I wasn't anywhere near any clean-up; I went to restore the wetlands...or were you asleep that whole time? I know you were HERE then, you tried to donation then tell me what to do, so I returned your donation. So I know you were here.

Wetlands can't be "cleaned up", idjit, what's done is done as far as they're concerned. I take it you didn't see the photos either...

Surely even YOU can snark better than THAT!

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

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Monday, October 11, 2010 1:25 PM

MAL4PREZ

Quote:
Originally posted by Niki2:
What in the fuck is that supposed to even MEAN??

I wasn't anywhere near any clean-up; I went to restore the wetlands...or were you asleep that whole time? I know you were HERE then, you tried to donation then tell me what to do, so I returned your donation. So I know you were here.

Wetlands can't be "cleaned up", idjit, what's done is done as far as they're concerned. I take it you didn't see the photos either...

Surely even YOU can snark better than THAT!

Yeah, that was weak snark, given the pictures you posted. He only makes himself look dumb. Well, dumbER.

Thanks for the first hand report, Niki. It was an interesting read, and must have been a cool experience. Planting sounds fun - I'd be all into sitting in the water, scooting along, and planting. With lots of sunscreen and a hat for me. I'd be like a well-done strip of bacon after doing that for a day!

Hope the tendon heals. I've had tendonitis in my arm now and then - lots of Vitamin I (ibuprofen) and rest is the only remedy I've found.

ETA: don't get me started with the Corps of Engineers...

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hmm-burble-blah, blah-blah-blah, take a left

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Monday, October 11, 2010 4:24 PM

FREMDFIRMA

Niki, what they're doing is plowing the oil UNDER the sand, as deep as they can, everywhere they can, get it out of sight and hope everyone forgets - cause as you pointed out, once it hardens it ain't so obvious what it is.

They've also been sneaking boats out there in the dark and dumping SOMETHING in the water, I suspect that they're trying to hold down whatever oil sank so that it doesn't come to the surface while people are still pissed at them.

Oh, and did I mention our van-balloon rig has high quality infrared as well as nightvision cameras ?

As far as gulf restoration goes, that needs every little bit of help it can get, and I am happy we here got a piece of it, however we could contrive to do so.

-Frem

I do not serve the Blind God.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 2:43 AM

JONGSSTRAW

I'm just glad the leak is stopped, and the damage is limited to where it already went. Nature will heal most everything in time, but the big disaster that was feared up and down the East Coast is never going to happen. Obama Admin was just blasted in a report on the effectiveness of his response. I'm not sure why....the leak is plugged, the residents got $20 billion, and life goes on. All in all, not too bad!

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 3:16 AM

QUESTIONABLEQUESTIONALITY

Quote:
Originally posted by Niki2:
What in the fuck is that supposed to even MEAN??

I wasn't anywhere near any clean-up; I went to restore the wetlands...or were you asleep that whole time? I know you were HERE then, you tried to donation then tell me what to do, so I returned your donation. So I know you were here.

Wetlands can't be "cleaned up", idjit, what's done is done as far as they're concerned. I take it you didn't see the photos either...

Surely even YOU can snark better than THAT!

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

That's rather harsh. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would your friends in the gulf think if they came here and saw you acting like that? I'm just saying, after your thread about being ashamed of this place, it's kind of odd to find you acting like RiveZitkaneman. Play nice young lady.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 3:42 AM

BYTEMITE

Front-end loaders like the one they had can be used to scoop soil up, dump soil, or turn it over. The biggest piece of evidence against actual soil excavation and removal, the usual operating procedure, no hazardous materials disposal trucks with open beds and tarps to cover them to prevent dust dispersion while in transit. If they had one of those on site, then I'd say the front end loader is being used to fill it, I've seen that process before.

It's possible you just hit them in a lull period between arrivals of the hazard disposal trucks, because often when you have contaminated soil you have to do some juggling as to what disposal sites will take it, and those sites often have fleets that you use, and in remote locations or if the disposal sites are far away, you might not see a steady stream of removal.

I think the pictures are inconclusive... Though the sweeper is odd. Without enough evidence, my impulse is to say Frem is right, since he says he has sources out in the field.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 7:43 AM

WULFENSTAR

http://youtu.be/VUnGTXRxGHg

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2010/10/12/white-house-drilling-morato
rium-lifted-soon/

"I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up when we need one
They've got strings but you can see
There are no strings on me!"

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 9:21 AM

FREMDFIRMA

Indeed, one of those sources, who's willing to be publicly mentioned is Judson Parker of Save Our Shores Florida.
http://www.sosfla.org/

He did try to go to the media with it, however everyone but the kooks brushed him off, I think Fastcompany mighta picked up the story but my security settings don't like their site, prolly with good reason.

Not to mention, yanno, our own footage of em doin this shit, but we have a certain chain-of-custody procedure for anything that might eventually qualify as evidence, so a lot of times there comes a decision whether to keep it secure and hope that charges will be filed - or if it's obvious they've no intention of holding them responsible, blow it wide to the internet.

While I doubt we can get BP on this crap, the contractors they've hired to do it are less well connected politically and an object lesson might be possible.

We've just recently finished a major communications upgrade which allows me to observe or listen to (and eventually meddle, much to Justins annoyance) just about everything one of our on-site people happens to see or hear, and the Geekfarm is working on a half-ass telepresence rig besides - almost as good as bein there, save for the inability to clobber folk, which was never all that good an idea to begin with.

-Frem

I do not serve the Blind God.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 4:30 PM

NIKI2

Gettin' old, but still a hippie at heart...

Oh my. You just gave yourself away, Kane/Question. That last post, the way it's quoted, the verbiage...I might have had doubts before, but you just synched it. Thank you, I guess. I'd rather have you here as Question if you can be civil than as Kane being idiotic, but I can't help wondering: why the need? Weird, I don't understand people who need sockpuppets.

Thanx guys, it was good to hear your sussing-out of what the photos showed. What you said makes sense, sadly, and I'm sorry I couldn't have been of more help on that front. You may well be right, Byte--Grand Isle is miles and miles AND MILES from "anywhere"--I saw no trucks on the road, but if you look at a map, I don't know HOW far they'd have to go to dump anything (unless it was surreptitious, which I assume would be at night...). It was a three-hour drive from the hotel, and the last, oh, 1/3 of that was over bridges, on narrow strips of land, etc. Let's just say I hope you're right, and I just didn't see the trucks...it's what I'd rather believe.

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 4:31 PM

NIKI2

Gettin' old, but still a hippie at heart...

This had to be a separate post...doesn't belong with any connection to the idiocy of sockpuppets, etc.

I just got word. Dunno if I ever mentioned, but this is the first time they tried anything this ambitious. Previously they've never done more than three-day events...this one lasted 12. The target for planting was 70,000 plants in two weeks.

All toll, we planted 84,000+

'Ya done good. Pat yourselves on the back, ye who contributed. There are marshes along Lake Ponchitrane where you have planted the beginnings of that which will close open water, protect the shore, bring life to the Gulf, provide fish and other life forms to us, birds, insects, and the whole gamut of life in that area, and ALL that will start happening within a year, and go on happening into history, with luck. You contributed to something really important, and I thank you (for the last time, I promise).

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 4:39 PM

CHRISISALL

Nikovich, ya done good!

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010 5:59 PM

FREMDFIRMA

Awesome.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010 8:54 AM

NIKI2

Gettin' old, but still a hippie at heart...

Thank you, but YOU guys made it possible. It never would have happened otherwise, never forget that. You sent me to represent you, so whatever I did, you did it too.

Hippie Operative Nikovich Nikita Nicovna Talibani,
Contracted Agent of Veritas Oilspillus, code name “Nike”,
signing off

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010 11:32 AM

DREAMTROVE

I think they're pouring sand over the oil to create new coastline, so they can sell it as real estate. They will probably build houses on it, or condos, and then sell them many times over so they can sell the derivatives of the bonds, while the houses remain empty...

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