Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Katrina 100: 011 Chill your shit out, Ray

Mayor Nagin, what the fuck are you doing, dude?

I mean, frealsies. Your city is still encased in sludge, human remains are still being carted out, and on top of everything else, it looks like Hurricane Rita might yet break off a foot in your ass if the winds blow just so.

So why are you making with all the in-out, in-out.

I can understand your position, Mayor. I pretty much think that through those early days of Katrina aftermath, you were a man more sinned against than sinning. We all know you to the extent you deserved to get piled on, you got double your share because you carry that capital letter "D" after your name, and folks in your position pretty much get blamed by the Feds and attacked by the media. Of course, I also know you aren't as "D" as some say. Heh. We get it: you complicated and shit. Hell, maybe now, Katrina's got your ass radicalized.

Hey, I don't know. But the rush to get your peeps resituated in the Big Easy--it makes you look retarded. It makes you look dotty. It shifts that balance of sinned against versus sinning to the side of the sheet you don't want. Especially now that you've had to pull 'em all out again. At best, you put yourself in the position where you had to cave politically--at worst, you re-risked thousands of lives. And for what? A chance to get your Moses on? Re-establish your tax base? You figure drunk-ass college buffoons will have nowhere else to go?

Anyway you slice it, Ray, it was a stupid decision. It costs you nothing to prudently wait to be given the all-clear. So chill out. Relax.

For what it's worth, I hope you get your "Mission Accomplished" banner hung up before Commander Cuckoo Bananas does.

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