Wednesday, September 07, 2005
NEVER LET THEM FORGET: The hell with talking points, political spin, and buck passing...this is the only commentary worth anything about the breakdown in command and control on the Gulf Coast last week:
MR. BROUSSARD: And I want to give you one last story and I'll shut up and let you tell me whatever you want to tell me. The guy who runs this building I'm in, emergency management, he's responsible for everything. His mother was trapped in St. Bernard nursing home and every day she called him and said, "Are you coming, son? Is somebody coming?" And he said, "Yeah, Mama, somebody's coming to get you. Somebody's coming to get you on Tuesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Wednesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Thursday. Somebody's coming to get you on Friday." And she drowned Friday night. She drowned Friday night.
There's plenty of room in Hell for anybody who has made a glad-handing, back-slapping, self-congratulatory press conference about how well everything was going this past week while people who didn't have to die died. And that goes double for all the cops who stood outside of the Convention Center while some freak inside was raping and killing preschoolers.
Say anything you like about The Blame Game, Mister President, but this happened on your watch, so we're looking at you first.
Good job, Brownie.
MR. BROUSSARD: And I want to give you one last story and I'll shut up and let you tell me whatever you want to tell me. The guy who runs this building I'm in, emergency management, he's responsible for everything. His mother was trapped in St. Bernard nursing home and every day she called him and said, "Are you coming, son? Is somebody coming?" And he said, "Yeah, Mama, somebody's coming to get you. Somebody's coming to get you on Tuesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Wednesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Thursday. Somebody's coming to get you on Friday." And she drowned Friday night. She drowned Friday night.
MR. RUSSERT: Mr. President...
MR. BROUSSARD: Nobody's coming to get us. Nobody's coming to get us. The secretary has promised. Everybody's promised. They've had press conferences. I'm sick of the press conferences. For God sakes, shut up and send us somebody.There's plenty of room in Hell for anybody who has made a glad-handing, back-slapping, self-congratulatory press conference about how well everything was going this past week while people who didn't have to die died. And that goes double for all the cops who stood outside of the Convention Center while some freak inside was raping and killing preschoolers.
Say anything you like about The Blame Game, Mister President, but this happened on your watch, so we're looking at you first.
Good job, Brownie.
|| Eric 11:52 PM#
