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For awhile, a bunch of us have been talking about going out and getting tattoos to commemorate our experiences with Katrina, Rita, and New Orleans this September (and continuing). Here’s my favorites so far:

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I’ve put up a flickr page with a whole mess of different types. There’s lots of variations on the theme here. Check them out and let us know what you think.

One hour into the State of the Union address, 3 minutes before it ended, the President spoke about New Orleans and Louisiana.

For 20 seconds.

Mainly to mention that New Orleans was a shithole before the storm.

Thanks.

The Krewe of Zulu is opening up its membership for 2006, since so many of their riders cannot ride this year.

Here’s a link to post on the metroblog for New Orleans where I first saw this:
http://neworleans.metblogs.com/archives/2006/01/zulu_krewe_suff.phtml

I can think of no better way to drop $1500. I wish I had that kind of cash lying around.

Not surprisngly, Michael Brown made The BEAST’s list of the 50 Most Loathsome People in America. Here’s his entry:

35. Michael Brown

Charges: Second fiddle to Bush’s Nero—except that while New Orleans sank, Michael Brown just fiddled with himself. A man of geological indolence, Brown makes lichens seem dynamic. Despite being woefully unqualified for his job as FEMA director, it was Brown’s lethal callousness that really astounded (and killed) so many Americans. When one of only two FEMA employees Brown had vouchsafed New Orleans wrote two days after Katrina that “the situation is past critical,” Brown responded, “Thanks for the update. Anything specific I need to do or tweak?” When he finally arrived in Louisiana, Brown was preoccupied with demanding more time to eat dinner at a Baton Rouge restaurant, instead of sucking down an MRE and getting to work doing his incredibly important job, like a fucking man. Brown reacted to the most important moment in his life like an immature college student who realizes he’s fucking up the semester and stops going to class without telling anyone. No human being can possibly be this ineffective unless he simply doesn’t give a shit if people die.

Exhibit A: In subsequent communications, Brown asked, “Can I quit now? Can I come home?” and complained about trouble finding a dog sitter. With almost comical indifference to those actually suffering, he wrote: “I’m trapped now, please rescue me.”

Sentence: What else? Dehydrated, starved, and slowly baked to death on a Ninth Ward rooftop while repeatedly buzzed by news helicopters. Body secretly recovered and incinerated by Blackwater operatives as part of a Cheney-initiated campaign to keep casualty figures artificially low.