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Katrina, plus 365

Been thinking about New Orleans, mostly whilst engaged in scat-leaving, which, baby, is apropos; perched there on the American Standard P 31059A ("Ultra Shit rated") and straining hard, I quite naturally start wondering about all those who chose to return to the Crescent City. What exactly did they expect to find? Everything "back to normal"? Nothing further to worry about? All participants fully vested in the gigantic FEMA and other agency cash splurge, ready at the trough, tongues hanging out, wanting more more more more more?

Here's some non-PC opinion, from your humble Nigel, and are you really surprised? When it comes to New Orleans, I say:

• Eff it
• Ray Nagin, especially: bite the (chocolate) big one
  
• Others awaiting more "help": we're fed up with your whining; how about some DIY, you lazy bastards;
  
• Basically the whole disgusting place: slide straight to hell for all I care.
• And: get a job
• Plus, don't forget: buff my scrotum
  

Any questions, shlubbies?

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 9:02 PM