We navigate by the stars, and other lights confuse us. A lot of my friends have bonked into lights on a measly cruise ship--a LOT of us are going to be killed flying into flames if the Coast Guard really sets the oil spill afire. Even without that, imagine breathing those fumes while running a measly 26-mile marathon, and multiply that to the arduous ordeal that flying nonstop, a minimum of over 600 miles, over the Gulf of Mexico! How can we possibly survive THAT?
You humans and your friggin' energy demands are killing us, and it's a big f*ck*ng deal. "Drill, baby, drill" indeed.