tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57207062401203871602024-03-21T22:16:06.120-07:00spoke the catspoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-19928448429757741462011-11-02T20:23:00.000-07:002011-11-02T20:34:19.409-07:00CrimeI am beginning to think there is something wrong with New Orleans. God knows I love this city but it can wear you down. The crime is out of control. How many times have I written that? How many more times will I write it. Wake the fuck up New Orleans! We are complacent about this city's problems. We see drug dealers and ignore them. we hear gun shots and think nothing of it. Sirens wail in the distance and it just so much background noise. There is something wrong with us. We cannot even keep an area as small as the French quarter safe. It is enough to make you dream of moving. I wonder what it must be like to feel safe. How wonderful it must be to walk the streets after dark. I expect i would feel slightly out of place after having soldiered through this city's war for so long. Hmmm...Portland. They say Portland is very safe. You can walk after dark. You can feel safe.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-82318800723484687452011-02-27T16:58:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:14:45.733-08:00spoke relearns the aloofness of a catyou reach an age when you realize that you cannot please everyone all the time, nor should you try. i am not perfect and that is ok. so you can talk shit about me and i will be just fine. you can walk away thinking horrible things of me and i will survive. i will come away from all of this stronger than when i entered into it. i will walk away knowing that i am a good person at heart and that i tried to treat you well. i will take with me all the good that you brought into my life and try hard to leave the bad by the road side. it has been a hell of a ride but onto new adventures. the world is waiting and damn but it is beautiful.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-53168596318286018132011-02-15T16:40:00.000-08:002011-02-15T16:57:53.291-08:00trying to understand the new l.s.u hospitalthere is no level one trauma center in new orleans and despite this fact, the powers that be have decided not to rehab the existing charity hospital in favor of a much more expensive and disruptive new facility. this medical behemoth will sit atop land where family homes once stood, homes recently renovated from the katrina deluge. these homes were a part of the city's architecturally significant landscape which has become all the more precious after the flooding literally disintegrated so many where they stood.<br /><br />the project is full steam ahead. empty land spreads out where families once played out their lives. all those beautiful old homes just gone. there is one building of historical significance remaining and that is the old mcdonogh school. this beautiful german gothic style structure will fall to the wrecking ball if something is not done to save it. i fail to see why l.s.u cannot incorporate it into their plan for the area rather than tear this building down. new orleans is a slow, sleepy city where the residents rarely get riled up about anything but if we as a city do not start standing up to save our historic gems, then soon we may look like dallas or atlanta.<br /><br />if anyone reading this is interested then let's start making some noise. let's try an organize a "save mcdonogh school"spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-60793073209735054132011-01-30T15:35:00.000-08:002011-01-30T15:36:16.838-08:00great quote"children are loud and you can't understand what they are saying. they are like tiny cab drivers." fantastic!spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-19644180731825190492010-12-27T15:28:00.000-08:002010-12-27T15:31:45.115-08:00the crazies of christmas are outi was in the thick of french quarter combat parking when this lady, that looked like a romanian goth version of miss piggy, stepped out into traffick. she was daring me to hit her and i took her dare, forcing her to stop mid-waddle. aghast, she hexed me old world style complete with strange signs and a vitriolic pox on me and my children.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-82763687698349198042010-12-20T16:18:00.000-08:002010-12-20T16:25:54.036-08:003 things1.)the senate repealed "don't ask, don't tell." finally gay men and lesbians can serve without the fear of being drummed out of the military simply for being who they are. it is a good day in this country.<br /><br />2.)there is a lunar eclipse tonight on the eve of the winter solstice. if that does not conjure your inner pagan then nothing will.<br /><br />3.) nash roberts died. in my 15 plus years of living in new orleans, i have never made a decision about evacuation in the face of an approaching storm, without knowing what nash roberts suggested. if he said stay then i stayed. he was always right even when every other meteoroligist said something contrary. they do not make them like nash roberts anymore.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-83783031887645620812010-12-02T16:17:00.000-08:002010-12-02T16:19:13.531-08:00stonedspoke the cat is stoned on cold medicine and wondering why my shoes are always so hungry that they insist on eating my socks. it is a scary world to be a sock. you go into the washer or dryer but you don't always come out.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-68559225244975452812010-11-09T08:05:00.001-08:002010-11-09T08:14:35.460-08:00KristallnachtIt is the 72nd anniversary of Kristallnacht when Nazis burned 250 synagogues, smashed shop windows of Jewish owned businesses, and arrested thousands of Jewish men. I would like to take this opportunity to remind us all of the importance of tolerance. We should never allow our our differences to morph into bete noirs so powerful that our fear of them becomes irrational and turns into hatred. Let us preach tolerance when it comes to Muslims and mosques. we must afford homosexuals the same freedoms as every other citizen of this country. It is acceptable to criticize a president for his policies but not for the color of his skin. We must remember that the United States was a country founded by immigrants. If we allow fear to turn into hate then we open the door for atrocities to take place such as what happened on Kristallnacht 72 years ago to the day. Remember the person next to you is wonderfully unique and that is something to be praised not abhorred.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-33122630687555028512010-11-07T09:55:00.000-08:002010-11-07T10:08:18.238-08:00republicansit would appear that health care for all in this country is not nearly as important as one might hope. the people have spoken, allowing the republicans to take back the house, thus affording them the opportunity to repeal the so-called obamacare. as one of the multitude of uninsured in this country, i find this dazzling sweep of stupidity offensive and frightening. yet despite the level of fear this generates, it is nothing compared to the chills up my spine sensation over the many judges voted out of office nation wide. why were these judges ousted? was it because they were corrupt or failed to uhold the law? no, it was because they failed to vote according to republican party lines in matters such as gay marriage and abortion. these judges did not vote based on personal or political bias. They actually cast their votes as a part of their job, which is to champion the freedoms guarunteed to all citizens regardless of their sexual orientation or political affiliation. it is a dark day for american justice when judges are punished for doing their jobs. if we as a populace continue to punish our judges in this way, we can expect justice to be bought and sold like so many of our other ideals are in this country. if we disagree with a judge then there are recourses. we can draft an amendment to the constitution and vote on it. DO NOT PUNISH the judges for voting according to the letter of the law just because you personally disagree with it. as a wiser person pointed out, this would be like running umpires off the field every time they made an unfavorable ruling. how long would we expect the game to continue to be played were that to occur. without the umpires, the game dissolves into chaos on the field. without the judges, american society devolves into anarchy.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-39213841844210878432010-10-29T11:59:00.000-07:002010-10-29T12:03:10.342-07:00God has a sense of humorthe basin street station visitor's center has a mini replica of the city of new orleans as it would have looked circa 1900. it was created for the movie "pretty baby." when it was created, it incorporated the entire city's 1900 boundaries. at one point, the display went to paris and was stored in a warehouse there. the warehouse had a leak in the roof and i am (giggle)sad to say that most of the mini new orleans was lost to the ensuing flood. the french quarter remained in tact. it is on high ground after all.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-51213618164699361082010-10-22T17:35:00.000-07:002010-10-22T17:36:51.332-07:00observation number twofreedom of speech allows you to say whatever pops into your head but it does not protect you from the negative reactions of others, so do not complain when people call you names or you get fired.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-57099413866192871572010-10-22T17:31:00.000-07:002010-10-22T17:34:59.486-07:00observation number onetoday, i saw a woman walking down the sidewalk wearing a shirt that read: "POSSE life skills" that proceeded to list them. 1.positive<br /> 2.optimistic<br /> 3.socially skilled<br /> 4. self motivating<br /> 5. enthusiastic.<br /><br />she had curlers in her hair, fuzzy slippers on her feet, and a bottle of beer in one hand. it was noon. hmm.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-33661656704215029272010-09-27T17:26:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:34:46.723-07:00masturbation for all!in light of tea party pooper, christine o'donnell, i am designating october 20th as national masturbation day. that's right, october 20th is now national masturbation day so stock up on your porn, practice those wrist limbering exercises, and get that day off from work so you can indulge in a little self love. don't forget; when you are in that frenzied, oh so LUSTFUL moment of orgasmic pleasure, to cry out loudly "oh...oh...o'donnell"!!!!! she is after all the inspiration for this greatest of fun filled days.<br /><br />pass on the word! she bop. he bop. we bop.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-59515152615163753462010-09-17T17:23:00.001-07:002010-09-17T17:23:34.510-07:00loveTrue love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.<br />Send quote to a friend<br />François de La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680) French writer.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-31935051063729059692010-08-29T12:15:00.000-07:002010-08-29T12:53:55.481-07:00five years laterpierce lewis called new orleans "an inevitable city on an impossible site." and there you have it; a history of storms, fires, floods, diseases, violence, oil spills, and one earthquake. somehow, despite it all or maybe because of it all, new orleans still stands. i have loved this city from the first moment i laid eyes on her. new orleans, the pleasure capital of the country. she is the lure of gypsies, bohemians, musicians, and artists. my new orleans, a fucked up, broken down, debauched, corrupt banana republic sexing up the steamy swamps and driving us all a little mad with her seduction.<br /><br />the city was founded in 1718 in the middle of a sinking, sweltering swamp. in 1722, a storm blew through and knocked down most of the buildings in the city. bienville situated his colony near the mouth of the river in order to ensure french supremacy over river trade. by the 1830's, new orleans was the wealthiest city in the country. it quickly became the nation's 2nd largest port. it lured men with the promise of financial gain. fortunes were won and lost. despite new orleans' victorian era ascendancy, there was always an air of decay about the city, being both moral and physical. prostitutes brazenly plied their trade with carpets under their arms and when solicited, they unfurled them and took the men right there on the streets. in 1857, yellow fever claimed some 12,000 lives. bodies were stacked up in the streets rotting beneath the infernal haze of tar being burned to combat the swampy miasma. new orleans was dirty, dangerous, and terribly exciting. it remains so to this day.<br /><br />i came to new orleans to escape the suffocation of my conservative, religious upbringing and here, i found a freedom that i had never known before. it was a freedom to love the things about me that my childhood had taught me to hate. i will always be grateful to this city for that. <br /><br />katrina hit and the city flooded. i sat huddled around the battery powered radio, listening in disbelief as the reports of multiple levee breaches came in. i remember the announcer's voice breaking as he said, "it's all gone. the whole city has flooded." i will never forget the phone calls of people coming into the radio, saying they were trapped in their attics with the water rising fast and no way out. they had the sick. they had children. they had the old. the announcer was crying when he said that no help was coming and their lines, one by one, went dead. how can i forget the dead pit bull on the corner of my block that i watched decay until there was nothing left but the bleached out bones? what about my dead neighbor? all the hours i spent searching houses? all the times i had to flag someone down to report another one dead? it is five years later and sometimes it seems like it is still happening.<br /><br />new orleans, you have survived the wreckage of your years. you stand up, only to fall again. yet when you rise, you rise like no other city. you rise up with music...the second line sweetness of jazz. you refuse to stay down. god knows you deserve a rest but you RISE up. we all rise up. we all rose up, the living and the dead...their ghosts parading our streets. so rise up new orleans. rise up like no other city can.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-31700292324942923942010-08-07T11:20:00.000-07:002010-08-07T11:46:15.662-07:00why i hate home depoti am painting the trim in my front two rooms and after days of inhaling the volatile compounds and being ever so high from the aroma, i decided to head to the home depot for a low-voc alternative. i walked up to the paint counter to be greeted by a bleached blond, heavy set girl that oozed a disgruntled, slovenly air while loudly smacking on neon yellow chewing gum. as a greeting, she collapsed upon the counter and grunted, "yeh?" i placed my order for no or low-voc paint. i did not expect this to be a problem. she stared at me for several seconds, blinking her eyes repeatedly before asking what that was. really?? i explained it. she had never heard of such a thing and since she was unaware that such paint existed, home depot could not possibly carry it. i could not help but notice that her bright orange apron not only gave her a vague resemblance to an over sized orange but that it also had "EXPERT" sewn into the fabric. i wondered what she could possibly be an expert in. i assured her that they carried that type of paint. it is after all hot to be eco-friendly. she shrugged. i suggested getting a second opinion at which point she hollered across the store like a pig farmer calling the hogs back in for the night. another supremely intelligent being approached the counter, mumbled something about "fresh air" paint, vanished in search of it, and came back empty handed. they discussed it for a few minutes, when orange number one said in between bubble gum smacks, "yeh so what then, i'll have to match it?" yes i thought, you will have to match it. you work at the paint counter. you have to match paint all day. that is the majority of your daily duties at the home depot. she called an off duty employee, another expert in the field no doubt, and vanished down one of the many aisles. at this point i noticed a display of clearly marked LOW-voc paint. hmmm, i thought. she returned to tell me they had discontinued such a thing. i repeated what she said because it was so nutty to me on so many levels. one, i was looking at the product behind her and two, in this "green" friendly state of things there is no way in hell they discontinued it. i took a deep breath and pointed out the display and what the display said. she grunted, shrugged and said, "Uh we don't have it. he said we discontinued it." well then if joe the home depot off duty expert-in-his-field employee said it, it fucking must be true. i quietly exited the building, drove to lowes where the wonderful gentleman did not greet my question incredulously as though i had spoken in an alien tongue.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-85180847907069679382010-08-03T15:17:00.000-07:002010-08-03T15:34:30.305-07:00sometimes...i woke up the other morning, stretched and was promptly stricken by a charlie horse. in my state of panic to get up and walk it out, i became tangled in the sheet and fell to the floor. this disturbs me on more than one level. first, charlie horses are stupid and painful. secondly, i must now face the fact that i have reached the age where i suffer from charlie horses. damn.<br /><br />charlie horses are caused by low potassium so i set out for the kitchen to make myself a banana smoothie. the bananas are frozen so that the smoothie takes on the wonderful consistency of ice cream. i put all the ingredients into the blender and let it do its magic. when i poured the smoothie into my glass, the still whole, frozen banana hit the rim and fell to the floor. it fell to the fucking floor!! no potassium and my smoothie was bland.<br /><br />days and days and days into this heat and i am murderously weary of it. i walk and walk and walk; conducting tours in the thick air, sweating out my body weight so that no matter how much water i consume, i still can only manage to urinate once or twice a day. my stomach is water logged and still the sweat rolls down my face.<br /><br />is there anyone out there that practices voodoo or knows the secrets of native american rain dances?? if so, please call down the merciful, cooling, blessed rain onto our febrile brows...we who writhe in hellish agony,screaming out from parched throats. it is enough to make me rethink my climate choice.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-45494535828667173302010-07-26T13:24:00.001-07:002010-07-26T13:30:45.230-07:00the ugly touristtoday i heard the most ridiculous excuse for backing out of a tour. it was a cemetery tour and the lady actually expected us to put on a jazz funeral for her. i kindly pointed out that we save jazz funerals for people that have actually died and therefor she would not be witnessing one on the tour today. she got mad at this. she actually got angry over the fact that there would not be a convenient death and consequent jazz funeral for her amusement. the tourists are getting so demanding. perhaps this is our answer to all the criminals sitting on death row...we execute them for the tourists' enjoyment and then send them off to the cemetery in fine fanfare a la a jazz funeral. the funny thing is, even if we had given her just the spectacle she was looking for, she probably still would not have tipped. the gall!spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-81647238098801488152010-07-25T13:19:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:39:42.651-07:00cabin feveri was thinking on lands where the winter comes in harshly and locks down the countryside for extended periods of time and dreaming of snow,snow, snow. i would settle for a breeze that whispers of autumn but we won't be blessed with that until october. in those places accustomed to cold, summer is pure freedom. it is a time to get out and enjoy endless sunny days but here where winter is a ghost of itself, the summer is the real boogey man. it is a truly brave soul that ventures from the dark, air conditioned cave of a home and into the noon day streets where the heat rises, shimmering and distorting the look and feel of things. it is a wet wool blanket drawn tight about the face so that you panic into thinking you might literally drown in such a tepid soup. every day there is the unsettling feeling that maybe you are the frog in the boiling water as the temperature is slowly increased.<br /><br />my girlfriend just left for the north and that has further accentuated my suffering in this circle of dante's inferno. new orleans settles in the summer. it is a slow sagging, pulling down into the miasma of this swampy mess of a place. we ooze, drip, and radiate dissatisfaction. the air is still. the air is heavy. the heat index has surged above 100 degrees. we drag ourselves along like weary soldiers burdened with shell shock, all of us inflicted with the ten mile stare. we have seen too much. we have felt too much. storms. oil. heat. stagnation. crime. decomposition. everything is slowly rotting in this heat under the odor of french quarter trash, stale beer, piss, and the ever present stench of oil. every year i say, there is no good reason to suffer another summer in the not so easy "big easy" and yet here i find myself.oh well...there is always next summer. russia? finland? alaska? in the mean time, i am sipping my pimm's cup and losing myself in reveries of snow, snow, and more snow, falling like sweet relief.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-41594165104517612322010-07-20T17:04:00.002-07:002010-07-20T17:19:57.798-07:00comfortiscomfortis is a new flea medication that is administered orally to dogs. it kills fleas within four hours thus making it something of a hit with veterinarians. my vet recommended the drug and we administered it to our three dogs on wednesday and by thursday morning, two of our dogs had vomited. as the day progressed both dogs became increasingly lethargic and depressed to the point of being nearly unresponsive. we grew worried and began some online research into comfortis(which admittedly we should have done prior to giving the drug). what we discovered was frightening. they only tested the drug for 90 days before unleashing it on the public. it has killed dogs. people report giving it to their otherwise healthy dog, only to have seizures and death occur. as the night wore on, one of our doge exhibited neurological ailments...his face began twitching and he suffered from dizzyness. as we read on, we discovered that these symptoms could get increasingly worse, dragging out for weeks at a time before the dog died or got better. i discovered that the drug elevated the liver enzymes of the dosed animals and made the executive decision to give our three dogs milk thistle to combat the toxicity. by friday morning, our dogs seemed much better and we have continued the milk thistle to maintain healthy liver enzymes and ensure that the toxicity is totally abated.<br /><br />i write this as a warning. please DO NOT give your dog comfortis. some of you may have already given your dogs the drug and they tolerated it just fine but discontinue its use anyway. i read countless testimonials of people that had dosed their dogs numerous times prior, only to have them go into seizure, coma, and die. this drug is dangerous. there are non toxic ways to combat fleas and i should have gone that route. i thank God that our dogs survived. please do not put your dogs at risk.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-26581597636618999422010-06-23T08:46:00.000-07:002010-06-23T08:49:39.281-07:00mccrystal...maybe the question we should ask is why general mccrystal; in the middle of his afghanastan policy, has the time to give rolling stone an interview? his troop build up initiative is way behind schedule and may very well be on the verge of collapse but by all means, take time out to bash government officials in a pop culture magazine. i think perhaps mccrystal is not mature enough to lead the operation.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-17506151072537011192010-06-14T13:48:00.000-07:002010-06-14T14:00:24.861-07:00the planhttp://www.cnn.com/video/bestoftv/2010/06/12/gp...<br /><br />the above link that i actually cannot decipher how to properly link is of fareed zakaria lamenting the focus by the media on getting an emotional rise out of the president. it is such an excellent commentary that there is little to add.<br /><br />i guess what i would like to see from obama is an actual plan. we all know that the government cannot stop the gushing oil. we simply do not have the capacity to do so. yet, there are measures that can be taken.<br /><br />1.)make relief wells mandatory on all deep water drilling rigs. immediately begin drilling them to offset the economic loss oil rig workers. this buys time to over haul the safety practices.<br /><br />2.)begin an energy over haul in this country where we create thousands of new eco-friendly jobs that radically begin to detox this nation from its oil addiction. the goal is to be oil free and give the country a time line. we all need structure.<br /><br />3.)pass a law that states no politician can take money from oil companies.<br /><br />we need a plan. we need a radical plan to move this nation forward, creating new jobs, weening us off of oil, and thus weakening terrorists by hitting them in their pocket books. we need to act as a nation and stop looking back to fossil fuels and concentrate on a cleaner future.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-54916914447790858212010-06-08T14:04:00.000-07:002010-06-08T14:18:23.555-07:00israeldo we really live in a society that so cowards before israel that citizens cannot speak out against the rogue nation without fear of public castigation? israel is a terrorist state, routinely engaging in acts that we accuse al-queda of doing. you do not get to steal land from palestinians under the guise of "returning home" to a place you have not occupied in 2,000 years. it is an act of terrorism to massacre 254 women, children, and old men in the palestinian village of deir yassin only to turn around and declare yourself a nation.<br /><br />here is a news flash...israel is not the chosen people. they are not better than the rest of us that live on this planet. they are a rogue nation. they engage in terrorism. israel has repeatedly abused the palestinians while stealing their land. i applaud anyone with the guts to stand up, risking their job to tell the truth and what is the truth? the truth is that israel should get the hell out of palestine and the united states should stop supporting their petulant behavior.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-72458257707823431832010-05-30T11:07:00.001-07:002010-05-30T11:11:16.014-07:00top kill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DCwfElRTwdwlsFdx2A-WRs_41uH3uc2qo_E-yEh2jzd_hd2AbuTYYO7qN8-utmn17M63oaA3Kp-VJaySv5nsmLyH1m5S_J5bolNrMz6A2KO32VFkKRyPkNlTQZTsRWpa21aha6o1uLg/s1600/am.int.dudley.top.kill.cnn.640x360.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DCwfElRTwdwlsFdx2A-WRs_41uH3uc2qo_E-yEh2jzd_hd2AbuTYYO7qN8-utmn17M63oaA3Kp-VJaySv5nsmLyH1m5S_J5bolNrMz6A2KO32VFkKRyPkNlTQZTsRWpa21aha6o1uLg/s320/am.int.dudley.top.kill.cnn.640x360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477126366260273586" /></a><br /><br /><br />is it just me or does it seem like the so called best minds in the business have no idea what they are doing? i have a suggestion that i think is just as viable as the junk shot...let's just wrap the whole thing in duct tape. it is strong, water proof, and can withstand an amazing amount of pressure. i mean as long as we are letting our imaginations run free and if that does not work, we can zap it with our giant ray gun.spoke the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01644242813668892893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720706240120387160.post-49187979215286073372010-05-26T14:28:00.001-07:002010-05-26T14:32:04.632-07:00my god!i fail to understand what the hol up is exactly. where is the coast guard? build the damn sand barriers! no more excuses. is there not one fucking administration that cares about louisiana and new orleans. the oil will kill the marsh grasses. when the marsh grasses die, the land erodes into the gulf of mexico. the more land we lose, the more vulnerable new orleans becomes. is there someone in the government that wants new orleans to die? i am starting to wonder. what a disgusting disaster. what the fuck? storm season is coming and we had all better pray that nothing comes into the gulf. fuck.spoke the 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