So if you had the exclusive franchise on "Now Open" signs, you'd be making a killing.
A lot of shit is open. Most of it is still closed.
Dumbass Ray Nagin still has a meaningless 8PM curfew on my zip code. I've certainly made a practice of obeying that. Hey Ray, thanks for inviting me back. "Come on back, Antonio. Oh, but stay inside, okay?"
I don't want to go off on a rant about Nagin but the man is insane.
He wants a committee to "Bring Back New Orleans" when there's not even one public school open. Hey man, I'm no parent, but wtf is wrong with you? You're worried about "the culture?" How about this: You concentrate on public safety and education and leave that shit to the people who control it: EVERYBODY!
Entergy has not yet restored natural gas service to my neighbourhood. Last week it was 41 degrees in the morning. Cold shower? No thanks!
So I found that I had brought an ancient electric kettle/hotpot with me when I moved here. I have no idea why, but having it now makes me look like a genius, because I can boil some water, pour it in a big bowl, and at least improvise the feeling of a hot shower in the morning. I understand that throwing things away is a good idea--I'm for it. But see...?
People have "just shown up" from all over North America here, looking for work, or in the case of the black cowboy from West Louisiana, they're "just trying to figure it out." It used to be that people came here because they'd already figured it out, and it usually meant "drinking heavily." Now it's the guy who needs to "follow his heart." Oh dear. This is not a good sign.
Still waiting for somebody, anybody, to stand up and say "So Nagin has told y'all to come back. I think he forgot to mention that the schools are closed and that landlords are jacking up rents and as of today, we still can't promise you that NOLA won't flood next year if hit by a Category 3 hurricane." How would you like to be a business owner from an area that got flooded, just waiting for the whole thing to go under again? Madness.
I can't get a bbq shrimp Po'Boy from Liuzza's. There's no more Dixie beer. But that's not the worst of it.
Last weekend I made the horrible mistake of going to a party on the West Bank. Technically still in OP but the party was attended by...well, let's just say it was attended by people who felt comfortable telling a stranger "Hey, at least the niggers are finally gone."
Holy shit. I hope there really is a hell, because that fat Republican fuck belongs there TODAY. Who the fuck says shit like that? Is this 1962? Get your racist ass back to fucking Gretna and I promise you I'll stay on the other side of the bridge. That's a promise. I am never crossing that bridge again EVER.
I feel really bad about going over there in the first place, but I feel worse for just swallowing it and going on about my business. If I hadn't been seriously outnumbered and a complete stranger to most of the people there, I would have screamed "FUCK YOU!" and called a cab immediately.
Chalk that up as a "Post-Katrina moment."
Last Monday I dressed up as "Captain Communism" for Halloween. Go Big Red!
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