Rescue Me

"Brownie, you're doin' a heck of a job." The words that define the President's ignorance following Katrina.

But you know what? I think, in light of new evidence, that we may have been a little bit harsh on Michael Brown. I mean, the poor guy... I now see him as less of an abject failure of human competence and see him now as just a passive-aggressive little shivering, freshly shaved kitten, mewing in the rain.

As Hurricane Katrina ripped into the Gulf Coast, the government's emergency management chief was making flippant remarks about his responsibilities, e-mails show.

"Can I quit now? Can I come home?" former Federal Emergency Management Director Michael Brown wrote to Cindy Taylor, FEMA's deputy director of public affairs, the morning of the hurricane.

A few days later, Brown wrote to an acquaintance, "I'm trapped now, please rescue me."

You see, let me explain what's going on here. When Brownie testified in Congress about the failures of the state and local governments; when he testified in Congress that he couldn't play "superman;" when he testified that he was doing all he could to help the survivors at the Superdome and Convention Center [when in fact, the only FEMA agent at the Superdome desperately reminded him of the desperation of the situation and interrupted Brownie's dinner plans]; what Brownie was really lashing out about was this:

He'd Already Given Up.

BEFORE THE HURRICANE HIT. He'd already given up.

Nice appointment there, Mr. Bush. Glad you could recognize character so well ["I don't read books, I read people"].

Fuck you all. Lie us into war, Screw us at home with cowardice and incompetence. Thanks a lot.