Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Colors in the spin cycle

"One life is not worth more than another"
-- New Orleans City Council President Oliver Thomas

In a remark echoed by Mayor "No C'em" Ray Nagin at Tuesday's press conference featuring only the city's black political elite several speakers attempted to pre-empt and marginalize tomorrow's citizen's march to City Hall. Yes, make sure that tomorrow's event is marginalized by slying suggesting that the march is about the white lady.

You misereable worthless sacks of shit. If I could push that big red Easy Button and bloodlessly strike all your worthless asses down and get back Dinerral Shavers, you sorry mo-fo's would be dead. That includes everybody who decided to hold hands and dance around No C 'Em singing la-la-la everything is going to be all right. Yes, you, Shelley and Stacey. Didn't you wonder why they didn't let you speak? And you too, Mr. Perry.

You have to admit, Nagin and Riley have balls. I just heard that they showed up tonight at the sign-making party in Marigny for the march. Sure, Ray, tell 'em everything is going to be all right. I'll have to ask my daughter the dancer again how you can spin like that and not get dizzy and fall down.

We know everything is not all right. Everything has been spiralling out of control since 8-29 and I can't honestly think of a single good thing that come out of Perdido Street in all that time. Everything positive that has happened in the last 500 days has sprung up out of the streets, even as Perdido Street and the old elite try to crush it.

Sorry, Ray, but those of us who are all in on this hand aren't going to take your bullshit anymore. It's not about Helen Hill. It's about everything: all the murders, not just the Hills and Shavers but all the lost boys our elites have failed for generations gunning each other down, its about all of the people getting their copper and fixtures and tools ripped off as they try to rebuild by the sweat of their own brows, all the people who can't make the new rents and all the people who can't get a job in Houston if they have a 504 cell phone, all the people still waiting on insurance and the Road Home and levees.

If you manage to turn this into a black-versus-white thing and co-opt this moment, perhaps you can preserve the fantasy city you see out your windows on Perdido Street a while longer, but you will destroy the real city in the process

What kind of idiot wants to be mayor of the Big Empty?

Such language. You sound like Ashley
Can't help it. This is the *calm* version, compared to the one I originally penned Tuesday night, and decided I needed to sleep on.

At first I thought they left out the new council members, but if you blow up the fuzzy TP picture of the press conference, you can sort of make out Stacey and Shelly by hairstyle/general physique. I couldn't tell of Fieklow was there. But if they were, they're enabling the who ugly sheebang.
My favorite line of b.s. was Olver Thomas' "check your thug card at the parish line"
First ofall, what's a thug card?
Second, if a thug had a card, wouldn't we want to know it?
Third, shouldn't they be checking guns?
Fourth.. oh hell..
it's just obvious these clowns are full of b.s.
It's so true. Silence is deadly, and Shelley and Stacy were silent.
You and I are on the same page darlin'.
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