So say you're a crapbag excuse for a president
who was playing air guitar and eating birthday cake while thousands of
people drowned, many of them black and poor. And say you didn't really do
a heckuva a job getting them jobs or rebuilding their
homes. And say it's a year later, and you want to reach out to them and
show them you care, you understand, you really understand? How do you
express your loss to all these (largely black and poor) victims?
By talking about how much you miss
Senator Trent Lott's porch.
You know, the Senator who had to step down as majority leader because he
longed for the days of Strom Thurmond, segregation and lynching? And I
quote:
"It's hard to describe the devastation down here," he said.
"It was massive in its destruction, and it spared nobody. U.S. Sen. Trent
Lott had a fantastic house overlooking the bay. I know because I sat in it
with he and his wife. And now it's completely obliterated. There's
nothing...."
Because
nothing says "I feel your pain" like longing for racist lemonade.
Meanwhile Lott is sitting pretty in the Senate and living in his other
house, while Katrina's real victims are stuck in trailers.
P.S. Get your Attack of
the 50-Foot Mikhaela T-shirts and/or tank
tops while they're hot!
(Made 8/31/06)
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