What is the White House doing about the Gulf Oil disaster?

Much, much more than the news is reporting:

This is what an administration is supposed to do for a national disaster.

http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/2010/05/05/ongoing-administration-wide-response-deepwater-bp-oil-spill

Total response vessels: more than 1150
Containment boom deployed: more than 1.73 million feet
Containment boom available: more than 275,000 feet
Sorbent boom deployed: more than 730,000 feet
Sorbent boom available: more than 1.25 million feet
Total boom deployed: more than 2.46 million feet (regular plus sorbent boom)
Total boom available: more than 1.52 million feet (regular plus sorbent boom)
Oily water recovered: more than 10.24 million gallons
Surface dispersant used: approximately 685,000 gallons
Subsea dispersant used: approximately 100,000
Total dispersant used: approximately 785,000
Dispersant available: more than 340,000 gallons
Overall personnel responding: more than 22,000

http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2010/5/25/869846/-What-the-Obama-Administration-is-Doing-About-The-Oil-%28More-Than-You-Think%29

This is for Aran

Here you go honey, I have lyric for your first song, if you like them. Dunton's Right Faeries.

This word is banjo
This word is guitar
This word is bass
This word is drum
God, if I could play
I would beat drum
Until the rhythm
Was so powerful
You would dance
On the end of a board
Six thousand feet
Above my breathing

This word is mandolin
This word is violin
This word is spoon
This word is thigh
God, if I could play
I would twirl and sing
Until you swayed
And stayed here
For the night
And held me dear

I don’t think I can be stronger, love
Than the snow on our roof
Than the weight of the wood
As strength in winter

This word is soprano
And my mother’s singing
This word is baton
And my father’s music
This word is steady
And your foot
And this word is
Never going to end
God, if I could play
I would pound
The stage until you
Jumped to me
And we swirled relentlessly
I don’t think I can be stronger, love
Than the snow on our roof
Than the weight of the wood
As strength in winter

This word is instrument
This word is nothing
This word is you
This word is never complete
God, if I could stay
And drink this one night
As I could drink you
I might be happy
I might move on

I don’t think I can be stronger, love
Than the snow on our roof
Than the weight of the wood
I’m gone this winter

Listening to Music

This word is banjo
This word is guitar
This word is bass
This word is drum
God, if I could play
I would beat you
Until the rhythm
Was so powerful
You would dance
On the end of a board
Six thousand feet
Above my breathing