"Mike Dobony" wrote in message
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"ndugu" wrote in message
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To All My Fellow Americans Who Voted for George W. Bush:

On this, the fourth anniversary of 9/11, I'm just curious, how does it
feel?

How does it feel to know that the man you elected to lead us after we
were
attacked went ahead and put a guy in charge of FEMA whose main
qualification
was that he ran horse shows?

That's right. Horse shows.

I really want to know -- and I ask you this in all sincerity and with all
due respect -- how do you feel about the utter contempt Mr. Bush has
shown
for your safety? C'mon, give me just a moment of honesty. Don't start
ranting on about how this disaster in New Orleans was the fault of one of
the poorest cities in America. Put aside your hatred of Democrats and
liberals and anyone with the last name of Clinton. Just look me in the
eye
and tell me our President did the right thing after 9/11 by naming a
horse
show runner as the top man to protect us in case of an emergency or
catastrophe.


Not much traction with the abuse
September 6, 2005

George W. finally gets it -- in more ways than one. The tardy president
was back on the Gulf Coast yesterday, bucking up the spirits of the
damned and stiffening the resolve of the slackers.
He's getting it as well from his critics, many of whom can't
believe their great good luck, that a hurricane, of all things, finally
gives them the opening they've been waiting for to heap calumny and
scorn on him for something that might get a little traction. Cindy
Sheehan is yesterday's news; she couldn't attract a camera crew this
morning if she stripped down to her step-ins for a march on Prairie
Chapel Ranch.
The vultures of the venomous left are attacking on two fronts,
first that the president didn't do what the incompetent mayor of New
Orleans and the pouty governor of Louisiana should have done, and
didn't, in the early hours after Katrina loosed the deluge on the city
that care and good judgment forgot. Ray Nagin, the mayor, ordered a
"mandatory" evacuation a day late, but kept the city's 2,000 school
buses parked and locked in neat rows when there was still time to take
the refugees to higher ground. The bright-yellow buses sit ruined now in
four feet of dirty water. Then the governor, Kathleen Blanco, resisted
early pleas to declare martial law, and her dithering opened the way for
looters, rapists and killers to make New Orleans an unholy hell. Gov.
Haley Barbour did not hesitate in neighboring Mississippi, and looters,
rapists and killers have not turned the streets of Gulfport and Biloxi
into killing fields.
The drumbeat of partisan ingratitude continues even after the
president flooded the city with National Guardsmen from a dozen states,
paratroopers from Fort Bragg and Marines from the Atlantic and the
Pacific. The flutter and chatter of the helicopters above the ghostly
abandoned city, some of them from as far away as Singapore and averaging
240 missions a day, is eerily reminiscent of the last days of Saigon.
Nevertheless, Sen. Mary Landrieu, who seems to think she's cute when
she's mad, even threatened on national television to punch out the
president -- a felony, by the way, even as a threat. Mayor Nagin, who
you might think would be looking for a place to hide, and Gov. Blanco,
nursing a bigtime snit, can't find the right word of thanks to a nation
pouring out its heart and emptying its pockets. Maybe the senator should
consider punching out the governor, only a misdemeanor.
The race hustlers waited for three days to inflame a tense
situation, but then set to work with their usual dedication. The Revs.
Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, our self-appointed twin ambassadors of
ill will, made the scene as soon as they could, taking up the coded cry
that Katrina was the work of white folks, that a shortage of white
looters and snipers made looting and sniping look like black crime, that
calling the refugees "refugees" was an act of linguistic racism. A
"civil rights activist" on Arianna Huffington's celebrity blog even
floated the rumor that the starving folks abandoned in New Orleans had
been forced to eat their dead -- after only four days. New Orleans has a
reputation for its unusual cuisine, but this tale was so tall that
nobody paid it much attention. Neither did anyone tell the tale-bearer
to put a dirty sock in it.
Condi Rice went to the scene to say what everyone can see for
himself, that no one but the race hustlers imagine Americans of any hue
attaching strings to the humanitarian aid pouring into the broken and
bruised cities of the Gulf. Most of the suffering faces in the
flickering television images are black, true enough, and most of the
helping hands are white.
Black and white churches of all denominations across a wide swath
of the South stretching from Texas across Arkansas and Louisiana into
Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama and Georgia turned their
Sunday schools into kitchens and dormitories. In Memphis, Junior
Leaguers turned out for baby-sitting duty at the city's largest, most
fashionable and nearly all white Baptist church, cradling tiny black
infants in compassionate arms so their mothers could finally sleep. The
owner of a honky-tonk showed up to ask whether the church would "accept
money from a bar." A pastor took $1,400, some of it in quarters, dimes
and nickels, with grateful thanks and a promise to see that it is spent
wisely on the deserving -- most of whom are black.
The first polls, no surprise, show the libels are not working. A
Washington Post-ABC survey found that the president is not seen as the
villain the nutcake left is trying to make him out to be. Americans,
skeptical as ever, are believing their own eyes.
Wesley Pruden is editor in chief of The Times.

The article didn't say what kind of horse is best to recuse huricane
survivors.