SIMPLE C RAY SAYS: "WE MOURN OUR FUNERALS"

It's a typical Nagin denial: it wasn't a bad idea, just misrepresented, but it never was the plan anyway--Nagin can't imagine why anybody thought it was. The plan, that never was the plan (even though it would have been a good plan), was somebody else's plan that Nagin was just going along with.

Speaking of local blogger buzz. A few nights ago WWL led into a report on Fubar Fest 2 by having Angela Hill state that "some" were critical of the first event's poor organization. Congratulations, you've officially grduated to "some" status.

Also.. I never really objected to the Katrina anniversary events having a celebratory element to them. But what the city originally proposed was absurd in its tastelessness. The silent auctions and comedy shows clearly were not designed to engage the public in a meaningful commemoration. The fireworks might have been okay in a different context. But why was this allowed to become little more than a promotional gimmick for Harrah's? The only thing less appropriate opening a used car lot next door to Aushwitz.

Heh Heh. A spokeswoman named Quiett. "Don't. Speak."

"Ceeon Quiett" is a cypher for "C. on mute".

Baby got a bad bad mayor.

Thanks for posting this, so that we can gain prospective of what's going on in Nola.

It's incredible the amount of denial that pours out of Ray Ray. I'd love to second line his ass all the way to texas.

Great comments, y'all; especially Ray's anagram.

Jeffrey: Glad to be part of the amorphous "some."

Surreal is really, really an overused description of what life is like in the new New Orleans, add, lead by C-Ray. Yet, the faCt of this taxing reality has not diminished. To the Contrary. The Continuum of bizarre events, of our aCCompanying emotions, and of the Continual search for appropriate, sanity preserving, responses, is, my, oh my, a Challenge. Our landsCape is different, and our insCape can no longer rely on previously learned coping skills. They just don't fit. This is a reCipe for mass Craziness. That's C for crazy, that is, without proper intervention.

What a C-saw, beyond any but small remnants of normal life. I wouldn't hazzard a guess of exaCtly where we fall on the list of Bizarre Lands of the World, and please, don't enlighten me. (I like my primitive defenses, especially denial.) We get ALL those EXTRA points for the mere Contrast between our city a short THEN ago, as Compared to now. It's not like we got to watch a "how to" movie, or go to a class on dealing with Catastrophe while flying by the seat of your pants, and, while your Mayor is C U Layta Ray.

It's really best to e a s e into a state of surreal landsCape psyChosis. We, however, were Cast into this hellish Chaos without a praCtiCe run. "Bummer" has taken on the burden of a whole new meaning.

I have been cogitating on WHAT Can have gone so far amiss with C-Ray, Foti, and all-them? Could it be politiCians have a speCial vulnerability to the bad Hazmat Syndrome? (Don't google it, I just made that up, the word, not the Condition.) If a pol was in the bowl that week, and huffing the hazmat for longer than a day, Could there have been Critical Cognitive Changes on a moleCular level? I think, perChanCe, yes. Witness, a Critical mass mutiny of brain cells.

C-Ray got the bad Hazmat Syndrome, ya'll. We must faCe faCts. We are living with a "leadership" largely of pols whose brain cells are funCtionally the same as if the whole bunCh of them had the largest week-long glue sniffing party in history. Well, don't shoot the messenger; didaCtiC information helps to Clear the mind of the fog of the surreal.

And, adrastos provides us with a medium of catharsis through which we might communally exorCise the C-demons. When I get to experience the resonance of "I'd love to seCond line his ass all the way to texas" or feel validated by hearing someone desCribe (should be) Quiett as C-Ray's new flaCk with a funny, ironiCally stupid, name, or the pure and sweet simpliCity of "Baby got a bad bad mayor," I feel, well, better. ("Baby, got a bad bad mayor" should be a song on the top ten. Someone get a pen, please.)

Yes, this is all music to my ears. Your Comments inspire a flash of the old serendipitous heart through the simple Congruency of experieCe.

C-ya 'round.