First, Bush needed days to realize how bad Katrina was (although he’s lying
when he recites the already-discredited talking point about the media
saying NOLA "dodged a bullet"); he said today he was relaxing even after the levees had been breached.

Bush’s head of FEMA didn’t even know there were thousands of people at the Convention Center.

Bush’s wife was still struggling to play Name That City-Destroying Horrific Disaster more than a full week after it had been in the news every single minute of every single day.

And now today Bush doesn’t even know who works for him.  (Watch the video.)

Calling for Bush’s resignation would be redundant.  America doesn’t even have a president.

Yesterday.  Watch the video.

She called it "Corrina" — twice. 
The second time, you can hear her stumbling, trying to remember the
right name.

This isn’t the pimple kid who delivers pizza.  It’s the thing
that just killed thousands and possibly tens of thousands of people.

How will the Machine try to spin Bush’s approval number falling to 36 percent?
Base-ten math is only a scientific theory, and contrary to the Bible
1551   59.8%
Only a truly courageous leader takes five weeks of vacation during a war
524   20.2%
He’s still 12 points ahead of where Nixon was when he resigned
392   15.1%
The "W" stands for… "Who?"
125   4.8%

Speaking of loose grips, how is it remotely f***ing possible that Laura Bush actually didn’t know the name of Hurricane Katrina yesterday?  How?  How, I ask?  How?  How?!  How!?!?  Haaaaooooouuuuwww?!?!?!

Site traffic has exploded in the last week.  I can’t say I’m entirely
happy about it, since it’s in the wake of Katrina, and the mainstream
press is generally such a damn echo chamber that we all have to
scramble online to try to figure things out for ourselves.  Still, I’d
much rather have one-tenth the traffic and tens of thousands of my
fellow citizens still alive. 

And I never thought a sentence like that would ever exist.  Even written in dry understatement.

[Long pause, looking for words.  Finding none.  Then, at last, finding one.]

Shit.

Horrible goddam couple of weeks, eh?  And I’m just sitting on my ass in
L.A., sending money and complaining and trying to figure out what to do
next.  I can’t begin to imagine. 

Back to the subject.

This is still a boutique operation, of course, nowhere near the size of
the big blogs and not trying to be.  This is just a place where I vent,
kid around, ask questions, profess strange loves, and otherwise slap
neurons in digressive fashion.  Also, I occasionally post pictures of
unusual places, cute animals, or politicians acting like assholes.

Someday, perhaps, I will find a picture of a politician acting like an asshole with a cute animal in an interesting place.

This will be, in Bush’s phrase, the trifecta.

(Also, this will be a new twist on Clue: Tom DeLay condescending a
Bichon Frise near the Great Pyramids!  Hillary Clinton flipping off a
Chinstrap Penguin in Sumatra!  Etc.)

I digress.

We’ve had only a couple of tiny glitches on the upslope, and that’s to the credit of Colin and Islandnet.com, whom I thank profusely.

Since I make my living writing other stuff that actually pays, and that
takes time, I rarely post more than a thing or two a day.  Still, if
you’re new to the site, I hope you’ll bookmark the place and pop in
regularly, even when entire major goddam cities of people are not being
wasted due to mass incompetence.

Let us dare to dream.

The new ballad people are shouting in front of live news microphones nationwide:

C’mon, everybody…