Smirk Strummed While New Orleans Drowned
"We learn from history that we never learn anything from history."
- Hegel
If Smirk would try reading something other than "My Pet Goat," he might learn about a little outpost on the Tiber River called Rome. If he did more than just skim, he might learn about how that tiny town became an Empire, and once it ceased being a republic, was ruled over by Emperors. He might then learn about one particular emperor by the name of Nero, who supposedly played his lyre while Rome burned.
Nero once fiddled, or plucked, as the case may be; earlier this week, Smirk strummed a guitar while New Orleans drowned in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
For someone who heads the gummint, you'd think he'd check with NOAA once in a while, or even just turn on the TV. I'm sure even Fox News cut away from its adulation of the administration and its friends to show the swirling mass of chaos that wended its way across the Gulf of Mexico and slammed into the delta country, overwhelmed New Orleans, then went on to make mincemeat of the Mississippi coast. But no-- no bad news in Smirk's sphere. Just another day trolling for support for Medicare, making trips across the country, wasting airline fuel on our dime, when all the while the hurricane struck, the levees broke, and people died.
This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment event; I believe there's something called "hurricane season," that runs from June 1 to November 30. Katrina clipped the Keys on its way to Louisiana and Mississippi; I'm sure baby bro down in Tallahassee thought to let Smirk know what was happening in his neck of the woods.
But nope; it was Arizona and California for Smirk. In Arizona, I don't think he was a universal hit; as this columnist states, Smirk should have delayed his trip, at minimum. At the least, John McCain, who celebrated his birthday with Smirk, should have had the common sense to urge the "President" to hop back on Air Force One and take care of something more urgent than eating cake (shades of Marie Antoinette there...?). After going to Arizona, he then went to San Diego yesterday, to commemorate V-J Day, and play a guitar (in this excellent indictment on Daily Kos, scroll down a bit; you'll see Smirk playing the guitar) . He's finally planning to head back to DC now, but not before having spent the night in Crawford.
He has the ability to cut funding for hurricane protection, ignore a major hurricane, shaft a bereaved mother camped out on his doorstep, but has time for music and cake?
Let August, 2005 be remembered as when Smirk Strummed While New Orleans Drowned.
- Hegel
If Smirk would try reading something other than "My Pet Goat," he might learn about a little outpost on the Tiber River called Rome. If he did more than just skim, he might learn about how that tiny town became an Empire, and once it ceased being a republic, was ruled over by Emperors. He might then learn about one particular emperor by the name of Nero, who supposedly played his lyre while Rome burned.
Nero once fiddled, or plucked, as the case may be; earlier this week, Smirk strummed a guitar while New Orleans drowned in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
For someone who heads the gummint, you'd think he'd check with NOAA once in a while, or even just turn on the TV. I'm sure even Fox News cut away from its adulation of the administration and its friends to show the swirling mass of chaos that wended its way across the Gulf of Mexico and slammed into the delta country, overwhelmed New Orleans, then went on to make mincemeat of the Mississippi coast. But no-- no bad news in Smirk's sphere. Just another day trolling for support for Medicare, making trips across the country, wasting airline fuel on our dime, when all the while the hurricane struck, the levees broke, and people died.
This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment event; I believe there's something called "hurricane season," that runs from June 1 to November 30. Katrina clipped the Keys on its way to Louisiana and Mississippi; I'm sure baby bro down in Tallahassee thought to let Smirk know what was happening in his neck of the woods.
But nope; it was Arizona and California for Smirk. In Arizona, I don't think he was a universal hit; as this columnist states, Smirk should have delayed his trip, at minimum. At the least, John McCain, who celebrated his birthday with Smirk, should have had the common sense to urge the "President" to hop back on Air Force One and take care of something more urgent than eating cake (shades of Marie Antoinette there...?). After going to Arizona, he then went to San Diego yesterday, to commemorate V-J Day, and play a guitar (in this excellent indictment on Daily Kos, scroll down a bit; you'll see Smirk playing the guitar) . He's finally planning to head back to DC now, but not before having spent the night in Crawford.
He has the ability to cut funding for hurricane protection, ignore a major hurricane, shaft a bereaved mother camped out on his doorstep, but has time for music and cake?
Let August, 2005 be remembered as when Smirk Strummed While New Orleans Drowned.
posted by Mr. Sandman | 1:55 PM
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