Since we are coming up on the 5th anniversary of the Bitch Named Katrina(sponsored by Nature) and the Federal Flood (engineered by the Corpse of Engineers), it’s time for the Rising Tide to do it’s thing. This year it will be at The Howlin’ Wolf.
Hie thee to the Rising Tide for more information.
Well Darlin’s this day makes Year 233 A.R. (After Revolution). We all should be proud of the fact that somehow the strange collection of folks that have lived through those years managed to keep it all together (The War Between the States was a major blip on the screen…), and so much has been done by the people of this Nation. I can’t say by the Nation because the people are the Nation. It has always been up to citizens to create, build and advance our lives here and to provide for the ones to come.
I am proud to be an American. I’m proud of the service I rendered in the Navy to help protect this country. But… I am upset with the Government for the slow, and possibly non-existent rebuilding along the Gulf Coast after Hurricanes Katrina, Rita, Gustav and Ike. Many private people stepped up to the plate to help all os along the Coast out from the devastation, but the Government has been sorely lacking, especially for those of us in New Orleans who lost almost everything from the failure of the Federally designed and built floodwalls and levees. Betty and I lost 95% of our pasts and four years of our lives fighting to rebuild our little world. Many others have lost and they have yet to be able to get to the restoration point that we have reached. Along the Coast many of us feel as if America, the Government, has forgotten us. We know that America the People didn’t.
The Church of Our Lady of Gentilly wishes many Blessings to the American People. Party hearty!
Sinn Fein
From our dear friend Matt McBride (Fix the Pumps) concerning Donald Rumsfeld’s decisions in the nightmare we call poast-Katrina/Federal Flood here in New Orleans-
Two days after Hurricane Katrina made landfall in New Orleans—and the
same day that Bush viewed the damage on a flyover from his Crawford,
Texas, retreat back to Washington—a White House advance team toured
the devastation in an Air Force helicopter. Noticing that their
chopper was outfitted with a search-and-rescue lift, one of the
advance men said to the pilot, “We’re not taking you away from
grabbing people off of rooftops, are we?”
“No, sir,” said the pilot. He explained that he was from Florida’s
Hurlburt Field Air Force base—roughly 200 miles from New Orleans—which
contained an entire fleet of search-and-rescue helicopters. “I’m just
here because you’re here,” the pilot added. “My whole unit’s sitting
back at Hurlburt, wondering why we’re not being used.”
The search-and-rescue helicopters were not being used because Donald
Rumsfeld had not yet approved their deployment—even though, as
Lieutenant General Russ Honoré, the cigar-chomping commander of Joint
Task Force Katrina, would later tell me, “that Wednesday, we needed to
evacuate people. The few helicopters we had in there were busy, and we
were trying to deploy more.”
[...]
The next day, three days after landfall, word of disorder in New
Orleans had reached a fever pitch. According to sources familiar with
the conversation, DHS secretary Michael Chertoff called Rumsfeld that
morning and said, “You’re going to need several thousand troops.”
“Well, I disagree,” said the SecDef. “And I’m going to tell the
president we don’t need any more than the National Guard.”
The problem was that the Guard deployment (which would eventually
reach 15,000 troops) had not arrived—at least not in sufficient
numbers, and not where it needed to be. And though much of the chaos
was being overstated by the media, the very suggestion of a state of
anarchy was enough to dissuade other relief workers from entering the
city. Having only recently come to grips with the roiling disaster,
Bush convened a meeting in the Situation Room on Friday morning.
According to several who were present, the president was agitated.
Turning to the man seated at his immediate left, Bush barked,
“Rumsfeld, what the hell is going on there? Are you watching what’s on
television? Is that the United States of America or some Third World
nation I’m watching? What the hell are you doing?”
Rumsfeld replied by trotting out the ongoing National Guard
deployments and suggesting that sending active-duty troops would
create “unity of command” issues. Visibly impatient, Bush turned away
from Rumsfeld and began to direct his inquiries at Lieutenant General
Honoré on the video screen. “From then on, it was a Bush-Honoré
dialogue,” remembers another participant. “The president cut Rumsfeld
to pieces. I just wish it had happened earlier in the week.”
But still the troops hadn’t arrived. And by Saturday morning, says
Honoré, “we had dispersed all of these people across Louisiana. So we
needed more troops to go to distribution centers, feed people, and
maintain traffic.” That morning Bush convened yet another meeting in
the Situation Room. Chertoff was emphatic. “Mr. President,” he said,
“if we’re not going to begin to get these troops, we’re not going to
be able to get the job done.”
Rumsfeld could see the writing on the wall and had come prepared with
a deployment plan in hand. Still, he did not volunteer it. Only when
Bush ordered, “Don, do it,” did he acquiesce and send in the troops—a
full five days after landfall.
George Bush can just kiss my panty-clad tush- go here.
I have spent all day listening to the Bushite referring to his Admins’ response to the damage from katrina and the Federal fuck-up we here call the Flood. Response? I don’t remember a true response.
Response? When 9/11 happened he sat staring a a child’s book for some minutes, but Katrina and the Flood? It took days before he did a “fly over” the disaster zones. One of the oldest cities in the U.S. was drowning, many of those who wanted to return to rebuild were in freakin’ exile, and the bastard couldn’t land his plane and get his hands dirty digging out the remains of a dying city?
His excuse was that he didn’t want to interrupt the police from doing their jobs?
Fuck me! You have the Secret Service and you are the Commander-In-Chief of our military forces and you are worried about fucking up the cops in a devastated/depopulated zone? Are you fucking serious? Do you actually remember that week? How many fingers am I holding up? (wrong… I was just holding up my middle finger you mook.)
What exactly did you invest in the rebuilding of the Gulf Coast Mr. Lame Duck President? We sank almost $300K in rebuilding our part of the city and that still isn’t enough. We veterans still don’t have a true, full fledged hospital to honor the pledge made to those of us who gave up years of our lives in service to the country. The poor have no place to live since your HUD allowed the destruction of the Projects.
Mr. Bush (I never voted for you and you ain’t Prez in my book), I happen to hate your guts. Fuck your storied Racist ancestors or that worthless bag of bones called your father (Gotcha! Thought I was referring to Babs ‘eh?) We are one of the oldest parts of this Nation and we have bled, not only in blood but in oil and gas for this country. We have been carved apart (physically) by the very companies you praise to fuel a Nation at the detriment of us losing the very soil underneath our feet, and you think we should be thanking you?
George baby, you are the worst creature I’ve ever run across, and I have seen the scum of the Earth.
Just STFU and vanish from the scene. We’ll find a way to have you takened to the World Court for war crimes and please forgive us if we yawn when they give you that lethal injection. (I’ll have a whiskey tonic and then just shrug.)
Sinn Fein
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