[T]he “thinking,” if you can call it that, is that drilling is icky, and since icky drilling led to an accident, we are better off not drilling at all. (And if you don’t think it’s the ick factor, please consider the overlap between those who are scared of guns and those who are scared of petroleum development that they can see, or know about, or suspect might be going on. The difference being that they tend to avoid owning firearms, but have no compunction about filling up their tanks with fossil fuels a couple of times a week. The theory, I suppose, being that gasoline appears magically at the filling station, ready for our consumption perhaps driven by the same benevolent forces that place meat at the butcher’s section at Ralph’s without any animals getting killed.)
And yet the same people who push for less drilling don’t seem to hold back on taking road trips, or on consuming foods that weren’t locally produced (or were locally produced but with tractors, seeders and harvesters, and then brought to market in trucks).
My own thinking, not entirely unemotional: I hope somebody figures out from this that minimum safety requirements tend to be, well, minimal, and that spending a few extra dollars up front is far preferable to spending several million on cleanup.