". . .St. Claude and Dumaine"
I'd forgotten that "Christmas in the Oaks" was constituitionally incorrect as it crossed the line between religion and good taste.
Since Dumberer set up Homeland Security, a gubment agency that wipes its Nazi jackboots on the constitution, its nice to see signs here and there that someone back there remembers that without a constitition, we basically don't really have a union of states and that the US Civil War was just an off-season practice war and not a imcomprehensible four years of slaughter over interpretation of the document.
In fact, all the "good" wars shouldn't count. How can we commemorate the fallen when we now have a president who gives the press the middle finger when asked about Homeland Security's executive mandate to ignore anyones right to liberty or property--screw due process of law. (There goes the Rose's green card if Homeland Security's software flags this blog).
So all those young men who over the years responded to Uncle Sam's "We Want You" finger, who signed on actually believing that they had to help stop 'them' in Cuba or the Philippines, in Mee-hee-Ko, or France and Belgium or France and Belgium and the South Pacific, should have stayed home and slept in on Saturdays.
Turned out after all that trouble, all it took to make confetti out of the US constitution was a few carpet knives and then having the fiery, gory senseless death and mayhem replayed on 24 hours news feeds over and over and over. What should have strengthened American resolve to maintain basic US civil liberties, turned out to have the opposite effect.
When the Yankee gun boats damned the torpedos and broke through confederate defenses at Mobile Bay, New Orleanians saw the gun boats steaming their way, sent a message to the yankee admiral that read, "Don't shoot, we would raise our arms to surrender but we have cocktail beverages in our hands." So New Orleans sat out the civil war. And some yankee general outlawed spoons because ladies spat on sidewalks. Something like that. I could be wrong. Often am.
It has been called Celebration in the Oaks for some time now.
When the levee broke, billions of gallons of toxic sludge water from the lake turned New Orleans' city park into a cess pool. At least the swans got the hell out there. Seems they flew uptown and relocated.
And Mr. Bingle somehow made it to the opening of the city park light's display.
Evidently there is a Celebration in the Oaks this year. And every other day, another parade krewe says, "We're rollin' in 2006 aft'a all."
Meanwhile, FEMA (the gubment agency responsible for fixing up American disaster areas) is sending thousands of mobile homes to New Orleans. Sites for trailer parks are also being approved.
I was mostly concerned about Zulu--the only parade worth fighting the crowds to see.
Zulu rolls early Tuesday morning of The Big Day. Anyway, I depress.
C'mon New Orleans, open your eyes, squeeze my hand sugar, speak to me, doll. The doctors say you gonna make it.
New Orleans? I know you can hear me, shoog. Don't make me hunt you down and start pinging y'alls' IPs. I can ping for longetitude and lattitude and use Google Earth to come afta you wh'ich.
Y'all took a beating. You right about that. But turns out it was only a tunnel; it wasn't lights out for good. Just keep rolling till you see the light.
I wonder how Grandma Blanco is doing?
Since Dumberer set up Homeland Security, a gubment agency that wipes its Nazi jackboots on the constitution, its nice to see signs here and there that someone back there remembers that without a constitition, we basically don't really have a union of states and that the US Civil War was just an off-season practice war and not a imcomprehensible four years of slaughter over interpretation of the document.
In fact, all the "good" wars shouldn't count. How can we commemorate the fallen when we now have a president who gives the press the middle finger when asked about Homeland Security's executive mandate to ignore anyones right to liberty or property--screw due process of law. (There goes the Rose's green card if Homeland Security's software flags this blog).
So all those young men who over the years responded to Uncle Sam's "We Want You" finger, who signed on actually believing that they had to help stop 'them' in Cuba or the Philippines, in Mee-hee-Ko, or France and Belgium or France and Belgium and the South Pacific, should have stayed home and slept in on Saturdays.
Turned out after all that trouble, all it took to make confetti out of the US constitution was a few carpet knives and then having the fiery, gory senseless death and mayhem replayed on 24 hours news feeds over and over and over. What should have strengthened American resolve to maintain basic US civil liberties, turned out to have the opposite effect.
Constitution? Collateral damage.
Moving along.
When the Yankee gun boats damned the torpedos and broke through confederate defenses at Mobile Bay, New Orleanians saw the gun boats steaming their way, sent a message to the yankee admiral that read, "Don't shoot, we would raise our arms to surrender but we have cocktail beverages in our hands." So New Orleans sat out the civil war. And some yankee general outlawed spoons because ladies spat on sidewalks. Something like that. I could be wrong. Often am.
It has been called Celebration in the Oaks for some time now.
When the levee broke, billions of gallons of toxic sludge water from the lake turned New Orleans' city park into a cess pool. At least the swans got the hell out there. Seems they flew uptown and relocated.
And Mr. Bingle somehow made it to the opening of the city park light's display.
Evidently there is a Celebration in the Oaks this year. And every other day, another parade krewe says, "We're rollin' in 2006 aft'a all."
Meanwhile, FEMA (the gubment agency responsible for fixing up American disaster areas) is sending thousands of mobile homes to New Orleans. Sites for trailer parks are also being approved.
I was mostly concerned about Zulu--the only parade worth fighting the crowds to see.
Zulu rolls early Tuesday morning of The Big Day. Anyway, I depress.
C'mon New Orleans, open your eyes, squeeze my hand sugar, speak to me, doll. The doctors say you gonna make it.
New Orleans? I know you can hear me, shoog. Don't make me hunt you down and start pinging y'alls' IPs. I can ping for longetitude and lattitude and use Google Earth to come afta you wh'ich.
Y'all took a beating. You right about that. But turns out it was only a tunnel; it wasn't lights out for good. Just keep rolling till you see the light.
I wonder how Grandma Blanco is doing?
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I'm trying to control my ire when I hear stories of things like Entergy threatening to increase our utility rates by 140% if the gubment doesn't pay for the restoration of New Orleans' power grid. (Never mind the fact that it's only one of Entergy's business units being bankrupted by the storm or the $300+ million profit that Entergy shareholders will enjoy from the company's remaining business units.)
It's blackmailing for corporate welfare at it's finest.
If this happens, it will kill us quickly. My Entergy bills average $300/mo already and I don't think there are many jobs in town that'll make that make a $700+ monthly bill something I can afford, much less most of the rest of the city's average folks.
Pary for us.
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