Dear Sir:
It has come to the attention of Royal Dutch Shell that you have made an unauthorized use of our copyrighted work entitled "Sponsored open call: Obama's energy policy", in the preparation of a work derived therefrom. Royal Dutch Shell has reserved all rights in the Work, first published on DECEMBER 18, 2008 4:35PM, and have registered copyright therein.
Your work entitled SHELL OIL Thanks OS Readers and Responders is essentially identical to the Work and clearly used the Work as its basis. As you neither asked for nor received permission to use the Work as the basis for your post, how dare you willfully infringe on our rights under 17 U.S.C. Section 101 et seq. You could be liable for statutory damages as high as $150,000 as set forth in Section 504(c)(2) therein.
Royal Dutch Shell demands that you immediately cease the use and distribution of all infringing works derived from the Work and destroy such copies immediately and that you desist from this or any other infringement of our rights in the future.
Royal Dutch Shell posted a $6.98 billion profit for Q3 and, believe me, we have the resources and desire to find you and crush you.
If I have not received an affirmative response from you by January 5, 2009 indicating that you have fully complied with these requirements, we shall take further action against you. Sure, we are blogging on OS to improve our image, but do you really want to mess with us? Don't you know we have infiltrated this site and that we are tracking all user IP addresses?
Act with haste or regret your actions.
Very truly yours,
RDS



Salon.com
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You sum'bitch.
We are the trees who breathe life unto your world; the same precious world for you and We. So take heed. We inhabit the same fragile envelope of life that you have fouled with your toxic glue. Listen or perish, oh mighty Shell. Your dominion grows short, and we tire of your selfish, sanctimonious hypocrisy. We are one Earth. We are the food you eat, the water you drink; the air you breathe. We are the herb of the field, the bird on the wing, the snowflake; the unopened bud; the fish beneath your nets. We live beyond the surface. We inhabit the depths. We are the seed you haven't spoiled.
We are the Garden.
Your profits are puny in comparison. We are the hope, the sacred connection, the divine and omnipotent source, both for you and We; the freedom beyond your conquest. You will never tame us.
Pawed and a bump!
HAHA!
Mother of boys, mother of pearl, mother and grrrl. Rated!