Down In The Flood

I can't watch the news about New Orleans. I don't want to see footage of children crying because they can't take their dog where ever it is they are being sent as refugees. I don't want to hear how the desperate are shooting at the rescuers. I refuse to know about the dead lying in the streets.
Moreover, this is, as Yogi would say, deja vu all over again, because the first Bush in the White House responded with the same total disregard for humanity when Hurricane Andrew hit south Florida 13 years ago.

It was exactly the same picture: devastation in the heartland and the overwhelmed locals begging the feds for help. I remember what George the First said: "Oh. Do they need help? They haven't asked for it yet."

Here's a little something from that genius, Reecie:



God, I hate that man.

Anyway, here's a thought: How about we bring home our National Guard troops who are over there building roads and schools and keeping the "peace" in Iraq and Afghanistan, and put them to work here in the Homeland down there in Louisianna?

How's that for an exit strategy? No cutting, no running, nothing except doing what needs to be done for the folks back home, which is what the National Guard is supposed to be doing anyway, not serving as target practice for every militant in the Arab world.

But then, I'm an old bleeding heart, yellow dog democrat who wouldn't vote for a Republican if you put a gun to my head, and frankly, don't I just expect that that is what it'll come to sooner or later if Bush and the rest of his power-mad christian jihaadists get their way.

Well, fuck me, but I'm going to have a stiff drink and go to bed.