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As Gustav rides up on the Louisiana shore to the west of New Orleans, the city suffers it’s second such insult in three years. Online, I have read of levees overtopping but did not see it on the happy news television coverage the event. I guess the clowns were too busy getting footage of themselves leaning into the wind in front of their hotel to bother reporting the story that they were in town for.
Meanwhile, John McCain, whose orgy of bucks and bloviation has been disturbed by the event, traveled with his new veep wannabe to the Southland where they would share Haley Barbour’s hiding place. I’m sure that he believes that Pecos Bill should yield, having lassoed a mere tornado. He expects Sarah Palin to match the feat with a hurricane.
George W. Bush, who was to be speaking to the assembled bund on opening night, has demurred, seeing a hurricane heading for New Orleans and remembering that he had some important vacationing to catch up on.
I couldn’t help noticing that the old John McCain hasn’t imposed himself on a microphone yet, since he doesn’t have any lobbyists for federal emergency relief on staff to pull his string. It was a different story with the Russian incursion into Georgia, when the stream of brown he was blowing at the microphone nearly arrived in our living rooms before the Russian tanks got clear of Ossetia. I guess that’s the benefit of having a Georgian lobbyist handy to tell you what the war plans were and what to expect of them.
So the Repugnantcoulds postponed the festivity of their orgy, but maintained the business end intact. There will still be the requisite swapping of influence and access for campaign funds. They will just have to settle for the primary beneficiaries thanking them by phone rather than in person, and that aspect of the orgy wasn’t going to be publicized in any event.
And I guess those are all the Labor Day observations that I presently have of a surreal America.
