If you use it, take responsibility, if only in part. They wouldn’t be drillin’, if you weren’t be usin’.
Ergo, you did your part in coating fluffy little white seabirds with dirty non-nutritious petrocarbons.
Note: Amish & Anabaptist dopers are exempted from this flame.
I’m pretty sure there would.
Question: Does the electricity that powers my vibrator come from oil?
Let’s say we accept that all oil users are responsible for the spill: what happens then?
So. You posted this from a rock in a cave.
What’s for dinner tonight?
We make a concerted effort to reduce energy consumption, and move towards renewables.
Nah only kidding. We carry on as before, till it runs out.
While we’re here, might as well pit us for kids covered in coal dust in 1908 as birds covered in oil in 2010.
Hereditary guilt is just as fun a cudgel as collective guilt.
Are the 80 safety violations BP was guilty of before the spill also our fault? I guess so, for electing people who would in turn appoint people to regulatory positions who weren’t interested in regulating…
I’m sorry. 
I will try not to let it happen again.
It’s a fair cop. But society’s to blame.
That kid is guilty too, just look at that shameful oil lamp on his hat!
Nope, I favored responsible development, with proper government oversight, so as to prevent the kind of cowboy-cornercutting which BP used to produce this debacle. It ain’t my fault in any way or form whatsoever. Go have a chat with the deregulation crowd. I’m certain they all realize now that they’ve reaped what they sowed and are ready to take personal responsibility for their idiocy.
Don’t let the Amish off the hook. Dopers on here have posted that while they won’t own or drive a car, they will accept rides to job sites (called “Yoder Toters”, I believe is the phrasing), and they cheerfully drive their buggies on asphalt roads. And likely use some items which come from oil or have oil in the chain of manufacture.
Only about 3% of it. Sadly, it’s the best 3%.
I’m feeling totally under whelmed by feelings of guilt.
And lest you call me a heartless basterd, I cry during sad songs (but only when no one is watching).
I find myself totally immune to either. I wish I could isolate whatever that immunity is, and package it in a vaccine for all guilt-ridden liberals.
By your logic, you killed my father.
You know I hadn’t considered that (perhaps too preoccupied with wondering if that thing around his neck in this famous Lewis Hine photograph would later reappear in an infamous Robert Mapplethorpe photograph.)
part of my plan all along. I hate Pelicans and the rest is collateral damage.
Could you go after sea gulls next? I fucking hate those things.
If the sun were to explode, would that also be my fault? You know - since I use it’s energy.
and what about water supply? I scarf that stuff down.
and air supply? I’m sure I bought an album or two. It’s probably the most shameful thing I’ve done. shhh…
