Proof of Bush Perfidy! (Open thread)
Bush slashed the Tires on These Buses so the Mayor of New Orleans Couldn't Use Them to Evacuate Black People. Bush invades other countries for oil (and then forgets to take it). Bush kills spotted owls, which are vital to our survival as a species. Bush pokes holes in the ozone. Bush is personally responsible for warm weather. Bush creates hurricanes. Bush makes imaginary black people eat dead bodies without even giving them side dishes. Bush was behind the grassy knoll. Bush aggravates your hemorrhoids. Bush knocked down the levees so Halliburton could rebuild them. Bush invented male pattern baldness and stretch marks. Bush is Hitler's mother. Bush puts arsenic in our water. Bush has unsafe sex with aliens at Area 51. Bush had the audacity to wear a flight suit. Bush eats babies. Bush exercises too damn much. Bush hooked his daughters on Jell-O shots. Bush invaded the body of a dog and told David Berkowitz to shoot people screwing in parked cars. Then he tortured the dog to see if it had any oil for him to take.Go read HogOnIce.com from whom we "borrowed" this picture and commentary. For a lawyer in Florida, he is one funny son of a gun.
posted by SCC at 3:00 PM
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Water, Water, EVERYWHERE- but not a Drop to Drink...
C'mon- Bush obviously SUCKED worse this WEEK than anytime previous- he provided only a VACUUM of Leadership!
All he had to do was ape his 9/11 megaphone Yale cheeerleader routine and cheer up the natives and drop the damn water bottles Tuesday and he catches none of this heat- what a selfish rich chimp!)
You're gonna dislocate BOTH shoulders carrying all this OILY WATER for the Shrub, soldier!!!
the mayoy Of new orleans blew it the Gov of new orleans blew it and the president blew it but one does have to remember that until the levvee's broke flodding the city everyone was talking about how new orleans was lucky. one more point the city is below sea level with water above it on 3 sides(on a good day) Speaker of the house Hasterat was right when he said maybe we should not rebuild there. It was bad timing on his part to say it so soon after this tragedy but that doesnt mean it is not true.
READ THIS from the ARCH-CONSERVATIVE New Hampshire Union Leader
Editorials - August 31, 2005
Bush and Katrina:
A time for action, not aloofness
AS THE EXTENT of Hurricane Katrina’s devastation became clearer on Tuesday — millions without power, tens of thousands homeless, a death toll unknowable because rescue crews can’t reach some regions — President Bush carried on with his plans to speak in San Diego, as if nothing important had happened the day before.
Katrina already is measured as one of the worst storms in American history. And yet, President Bush decided that his plans to commemorate the 60th anniversary of VJ Day with a speech were more pressing than responding to the carnage.
A better leader would have flown straight to the disaster zone and announced the immediate mobilization of every available resource to rescue the stranded, find and bury the dead, and keep the survivors fed, clothed, sheltered and free of disease.
The cool, confident, intuitive leadership Bush exhibited in his first term, particularly in the months immediately following Sept. 11, 2001, has vanished. In its place is a diffident detachment unsuitable for the leader of a nation facing war, natural disaster and economic uncertainty.
Wherever the old George W. Bush went, we sure wish we had him back.
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Last July in 016 at about 0300 hrs., two named "officers" arrested a fellow officer's MOTHER for DUI. Details?
New Orleans on a hair-trigger
'Stop the car right now,' reporter told. `Back up, or I'll shoot'
By Tim Harper
WASHINGTON BUREAU
09/02/05 "Toronto Star" -- -- NEW ORLEANS - I wheeled the car around and headed back to the scene of the shooting, looking for Toronto Star photographer Lucas Oleniuk, when the officer turned, spotted me and pointed the shotgun right at the windshield.
"Stop the car right now. Back up, or I'll shoot," he screamed.
A couple of others cocked their weapons and trained their guns on the car, purpose in their eyes.
Instinctively, I raised my hands above the wheel and gunned the Pontiac in reverse over fallen tree limbs and debris in the street.
This was our indoctrination into a Big Easy that'll never make a picture postcard.
Minutes earlier, as Oleniuk and I first saw downtown New Orleans looming after a long odyssey to get into the locked-down city, he shouted at me to stop when he spotted armed officers crouched behind a cruiser, training their guns on an apartment block.
His welcome to the besieged city came the second he left the vehicle when three shots rang out — a quick "pop-pop-pop." Oleniuk stumbled behind a lamppost for protection and began shooting photos.
In seconds, as many as 40 officers sped to the scene, most in marked cars — but one in a Kinko's van — some of whom set up behind Oleniuk, their guns aimed over his left shoulder.
Others, guns drawn, shouted at me to get out of the way.
Realizing he was in the line of fire, Oleniuk raced for cover behind a cruiser and worked alongside a group of police as they fired into the building.
After 15 minutes, the last of more than 350 images shot by Oleniuk depicted officers delivering a fierce beating to the two suspects, an assault so fearsome one of the suspects defecated.
Realizing their frontier justice had been captured for posterity, the police turned on the photographer, one ripping a camera from his neck with such force it broke its shoulder strap.
Another grabbed a second camera and, somewhere in the melee, Oleniuk's press pass was ripped from his neck.
The officers fumbled with the cameras, finally pulling out the memory cards with the photos.
Oleniuk pleaded for the return of his cameras, was rebuffed, then, after retreating about a block, approached them again and asked for his cameras back.
One of the officers who had been hunkered down with Oleniuk during the 15-minute shootout said he could have his cameras, but when he asked again for his pictures, he was gruffly told: "If you don't get your ass out of here, I'm going to break your motherf---ing jaw."
In the chaos that is New Orleans, police menacingly pointed loaded weapons at me four times, and Oleniuk and I watched later when four officers armed with machineguns, after first demanding to know where we were going, turned on an approaching cab and screamed at the Hispanic driver to get his hands off the wheel or they'd open fire. When he wouldn't do so immediately, it appeared for a split second that he would be shot on the spot.
Mercifully, his shaky hands finally appeared above the dash.
Because New Orleans is under martial law, police need no reason to stop and search anyone or pull them off the street. There's no doubt they see journalists as an impediment to their efforts to regain control of their city. But they have also been shot by snipers and looters in the nighttime chaos, and anyone who drives through this city these days knows what it's like to get a little twitchy.
As one navigates ravaged New Orleans from the east, through Kenner and Jefferson Parish, past the airport and toward the French Quarter, driving flooded streets till the filthy water gets too deep, then trying alternate routes, it is the human toll, not the physical toll, which worsens.
First, there is a single barefoot man walking aimlessly along Airline Highway. Then others slogging through the floodwaters of Metairie. Then families trudging dispiritedly along the roads of Kenner. Then, by the time you get to Napoleon and St. Charles in New Orleans, close to 100 sit silently in the middle of debris, watching the strange car navigate among the downed trees in their neighbourhood.
Later, down St. Charles, some try to stop you to ask for rides — "I have a baby ..." — others glare sardonically, while others peer at the car blankly.
Through downtown, toward the French Quarter, the refugees congregate in groups of 10 or 20. Some have guns, some have crowbars or iron bars, and, mindful of carjackings, you dispense with the hurricane etiquette of treating darkened intersections as four-way stops.
When you park on Canal St. to get a sense of the enormity of the refugee flow as people come down the Interstate overpass, many pushing shopping carts or luggage racks, you sense the desperation. You park close to where others are parked and you regret that you can't pack them all in your backseat and get them out of there.
And you wonder where the relief workers are.
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Jason C wishes O.P.P.D. had given him his 501 10 minutes earlier. Just sayin...
Doesnt suprise me in 016 just wish they would stop and arrest ganhbangers instead of coppers or their mothers.....they are so worthless
SCC, Fucking hilarious! Keep it up!!
I can't believe you borrowed my stolen picture. Some people just have no respect for other people's stolen property.
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