I Couldn't Do A Worse Job.

I really couldn't do a worse job of managing the Katrina aftermath, not even if I tried. FEMA (which is becoming more and more of a joke with each passing minute) just gathered over 1,000 firefighters from all over the nation. You see, the local firefighter units are pretty much exhausted after their week-long recovery missions. So FEMA called in re-enforcements. These 1,000 plus trained, skilled firefighters have been given the monumental task of. . . handing out fliers.

I wish I were fucking joking, but I'm not. The flier essentially says, "Everything is fine. If you need help, call 1-800-621-FEMA." Of course, one has to wonder exactly who they are going to be handing out fliers to, since none of the people in trouble are likely to have electricity or running water, let alone phone service. In fact, I can't imagine how handing out a phone number is going to help anyone in trouble. It seems to me that FEMA is doing public relations damage control using precious manpower and resources that could be used to save lives. Michael Brown had better not get within a hundred yards of Ray Nagin, or Brownie might suddenly find himself staring at a fist full of his own inards.