…and what have we learned?
We also learned that the Marie Antoinette of the clan has rather limited perspective when it comes to what’s fun and what’s not:
We also learned that there is a certain racist element to all the death and destruction–as well as the denial thereof. But the media coverage and a lot of conservative blogging was so transparently racist that a lot of us were sickened by it, blacks and whites alike.
Most of all, though, we learned who’s a real president, and who’s not:
I’ll bet there are plenty of New Orleaners and other storm-wracked victims who would gladly trade in Chimpy for Chavecito. Especially when you consider how the latter dealt with a flood tragedy early in his own presidency. Shit, even Chavecito’s evil commie pal Fidel deals with hurricanes better than the Chimperor.
Yes, we’ve learned a lot in the year since Katrina. Too bad BushCo hasn’t learned a fucking thing.
(PS: Happy Birthday to my dad. Last year we spent this day glued to the TV set in horrified fascination, and I said “Well, how do you like this for a birthday present?”–or something to that effect. All my dad could do was barely manage an embarrassed smile. His day was spoiled, and the news reports that followed when the big blow was over made it even worse. This year, I’ll be grilling some good steaks. And quietly praying we–meaning EVERYONE–won’t see another such ‘cane ever again.)