~1st Lady of the Coming Palinate, Dumbonitrix of the Young Eagles, Half-Governor of Alaska and One Fine Piece of Handmaiden's Tail Sarah Palin has asked the Republican National Committee (RNC) to remove her name from an official invite to a New Orleans fundraiser scheduled to be held next week.{click da'pics}
Liprap has it the RNC has organized a four-day fundraising effort around the New Orleans conference titled Pachyderms on the Pontchartrain.
According to reports, Palin's staff has twice asked the party to remove her name from the invitation, and they also insisted that the request had nothing to do with the Bondage Voyeur nightclub controversy currently hand-cuffing headlines.Orleans lawmaker Arnold wants the fox to guard the henhouse
~Alexandria Town Talk
~That's happened again this year, as legislators prefiled more than 1,900 bills covering the full range of important issues, including making it illegal to wear low-riding pants.
Hidden in this blizzard of paperwork is an attempt to hide the public's business from the public. This premeditated assault is in House Bill 1212 by Rep. Jeffrey J. Arnold of Orleans Parish, a place that knows something about hiding things from people. Arnold's bill would replace the state's newspapers of record as the required venue for publication of certain public information. In place of the newspapers, Arnold says: "The official journal of the state shall be a public website, maintained by the Legislature of Louisiana or its designee."
We wonda what The Lens thinks of this Paper of Record Stuff?
Treme: the review~Kevin Allman
~Set three months after Katrina and the federal flood, Treme announces from its opening credits that it’s not a dirge for the city (the theme is John Boutte’s joyous “Treme Song”), and yet it’s serious. Within the first 20 minutes, a Tulane English professor played by John Goodman (and based not so loosely on the real-life professor and blogger Ashley Morris) corrects a smirky British TV newsman about what inundated the city:
the failure of the federal levees, not Katrina itself.
Treme Captures the New Orleans Funeral Only Too Well
~Julian Sancton
"Treme" creators David Simon and Eric Overmyer talk about the late David Mills
A Conversation With David Mills
~Emilie Nussbaum
New Orleans, Hurricane Katrina, Disaster Scholars: what remains?
~Editilla turns like a worm in a lawnmower~
What happened to the Federal Flood? The Engineering Failures? The Man-Made Disaster that Devastated New Orleans?
That is my main problem with this article and this geographer,
to wit: it wasn't Katrina --IT'S THE LEVEES, SILLY!
If you don't get past the Fact that Katrina did not devastate New Orleans, then all your data that comes after is nothing more than White Sugar Icing on an Ivory Tower.
We aren't going to hold it against Campanella because the rest of the excerpt as well as Part 2 is really interesting, and we should give him the benefit of the doubt until reading his book.
But he really should know better. It was a Federal Flood.
Disaster Scholars seem to be sprouting up lately all across the country making their Names on Katrina, how that compares to Haiti, Chili, the Tsunami, selling myths without engineering.
We call this Katrina Longhand, instead of Katrina Shorthand.
Journalists and Editors do Katrina Shorthand to Frame the Flood.
Disaster Scholars use Katrina Longhand.
But the Times-Picayune Knows Better!
It's the Levees, you Silly Geese, Not Katrina.
Stop Saying Katrina Devastated New Orleans.
Federal post-Katrina aid office closes~Gerard Shields
Louisiana National Guard Assists With Coastal RestorationSubtask: Geologic Framework and Holocene Coastal Evolution – Eastern Louisiana Region
MS River Flood Alert Memphis
Hey, Congress, quit messing around with flood insurance
~Jarvis DeBerry
Citizens insurance rates to rise ~Ted Griggs
A Matter of Perspective:
Times Are Tough All Over
~Cliff's Crib
TGISlabbed
Port expansion plans~Anita Lee
Louisiana's Oil-Services Industry shocked, pleased by drilling plan
V-Vehicle project 'probably dead'
~Monroe News Star
Efforts to save AL oyster reefs
Most levee fixes made in Dallas
UMCOR releases final funds for Katrina relief
March to Fulfill the Dream:
New Orleans to Detroit!
~Corrente
Happy Good Friday NOLA!
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Even Jesus wishes he had a little'mo time...*And lest we forget, without the Mother what of ReBirth?
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
~Bob Dylan
Will Bernard Trio at D.B.A.
Music crosses the social, political divides of Louisiana
~Carol Forsloff
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