holy fucking hell...I mean Baton Rouge.....

it's not that I don't appreciate everybody and everything, it's just that this is subruban hell on steroids now.

yesterday I had a pretty good day working. pulled in fee, kept busy, etc. I worked until right at 5PM. I would have worked later than that, but the DSL modem came in, and I wanted to get the DSL set up over at my fathers, where I'll do my time until I can return to NOLA. When I called over there, he was out, so I decided that I would go see if I could find him.

I went up to my fathers favorite watering holes to see if he was there, and to just relax and have a Coors NA. He wasn't there, and I was pleasantly surprised to meet a girl that is almost a neighbor. She lives over by the river bend, not far from the Maple Leaf. I ended up having 3 NAs and then left, her phone number in hand, mine in hers. Too bad she's leaving for Houston today. She told me that she had been staying with her parents and she too was more than a bit stir crazy, and they were more than a bit flustered. That's how everyone is in baton rouge about now.

Well, I call my dad, and he's home, says come on over, so I'm back to my friends to load up all my stuff, minus what I need to work today, so that I can get the DSL active and know that it's going to work.

This is when everything took a tragic twist. well, I used tragic when I mean circumstances brought on a case of S.P.A.E. worse than I've experienced since the hurricane.

Of course the traffic is full of total morons, so it was a very good thing that I left the weapons at home.

Loading up everything went fine, it's not like I have much at all. so I headed over to my dads...

He has a bedroom that he uses as a makeshift office that he's going to let me use. not much in there, but there is a desk, though I'm sure that I'll purchase a computer desk as well as a chair this weekend to increase my productivity.

It’s been so long since I stayed there, that I didn’t realize that he didn’t have a phone jack in that room, so I had to get back out in my new suburban HICK HELL. First I went to Albertsons, I figured, I was so stressed, I’d pick up a 6 pack of the Becks NA beer, fuck it if I had to pay more for phone jack, I figured they would have it. NOPE. Still that wasn’t a problem until I went to check out.

Like a fucking idiot, I decided to use the auto checkout. Well, I’ve used these before, no biggie, I THOUGHT! Well, in the New Orleans Area, I never had a problem purchasing beer on one of these, but here in what is suburban HICK HELL, YOU FUCKING CAN’T BUY BEER AT THE AUTO CHECKOUT!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK….and everyone here moves at a FUCKING SNAILS PACE. I understand that they are for the most part just “special” people, but GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS, YOU AREN’T PLANNING FOR FUTURE TRAFFIC CONTROL, YOU ARE WAITING ON ME YOU STUPID MUTHER FUCKING BITCH FROM HADES!!!!

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

Ok, so I make it out of the Albertsons, and some would say I was very good. I didn’t insult anyone, I saved that for here, and I didn’t hurt anyone, and best of all, there were no deaths associated with THE INCOMPETENT ASSHOLES THAT DROVE ME IN THERE.

But it gets better. In the parking lot, there’s a cop giving a ticket to some woman that hasn’t seen a less than a size 45 dress/tent probably in her entire life. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING TRAUMATIC IT IS FOR ME TO SET AN “ASSHOLE BATON ROUGE, HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT, GOT MY FELONY CONVICTIONS ABSOLVED, GOT MY GED, AND WORKED AS A PRISON GUARD UNTIL I COULD SHOOT THIS GUN THEY GAVE ME, TO BECOME A DEPUTY!” Well, it is very traumatic.

So, he didn’t see the screw driver, and again, I managed to brave Jones Creek Road and cross it to get a phone jack.

Once I got the jack, I headed back. Fucking beer bottles go flying all over the place when I turn back out on the road..FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!!

I finally made it back to my fathers. I got the jack in. I got the DSL working, even though the computers are all over the floor in that room, and I still need to do major amounts of arranging to make the place comfortable to work in.

I got back over to my friends at around 10PM I guess. Far past my normal bed time, and shaking with S.P.A.E., but I was exhausted, and was able to crash fairly easily…for a while…that is 1:37AM to be precise. I might have gotten one more hour of sleep between 5AM and 6AM, but I don’t think it was very good.

So, welcome to MY FUCKING HELL!

thanks for listening, please don’t share, CAUSE I’M STILL SHAKING WITH S.P.A.E. as I type this…

have a powerful day…

another day, another move....

well, my DSL modem should be at my fathers today. Tonight I may bring my old workstation and my server over and get the DSL set up so that I can just drop this one on the subnet easily...

if everything goes right, I should have ebo.net up proper email and all...I've missed that.

once I get my office shit set up over there, I'll begin the task of moving ebo.net to my old workstation...a PIII with over half gig..that should be a major change from the pentium 200 with 128 that it's on right now...

my databases and blog should run respectively on that machine...but I'll do that one step at a time...website first, then users, then email ....then CITRIX so I can work off of the FreeBSD machine....woo hoo....first step to releiving myself from windows completely...

I'll be running FreeBSD 5.4 on the new server, and I probably should purchase a couple of new drives and run vinum, but I'm going to forgo that for the time being. I'll use the largest hard drives I have for the server, add the small drives that I have for swap on my XP workstation, and then use the old pentium for additional storage purposes.

Since I'll be staying at my fathers, and he has the tools, I'm planning on building a rack for servers while I'm here so all I'll have to do is bring one box with everything in it back home....

look for the ebo.net to be back operational tonight, and over the next week, this blog will be moved to the new dual PIII server...should see a dramatic increase in performance...

the city, the stench, and the nice people with the automatic weapons...

Well, for anyone interested, I returned to the City yesterday to retrieve computers/clothes and secure my apartment uptown.

We managed to get a pass for Jefferson Parish and took Airline from Laplace up into Jefferson to Shrewsbury, then to River Road and to the city. There was a National Guard check point at the parish line at the tracks on Oak Street, but they gave us no trouble when we told them that we were there to get in and our.

My friend from Baton Rouge brought myself and the professor that I brought with me when we evacuated.

They dropped me off at my apartment to get my stuff, and then my friend and the professor proceeded to retrieve his car, which he had parked on the 3rd level of the Hiatt parking garage.

I was in and out of my apartment pretty quick, about an hour, and was sitting on the front porch of the main house with my stuff by 8AM.

While I waited for their return, the National Guard walked down Chestnut in front of my place approximately every 15 minutes, armed with M-16s. They did ask for my ID to confirm that I should be there, and were are EXTREMELY hospitable.

One note is that my cell phone worked perfectly down there now, BUT, my service is with Cingular, and when in Orleans Parish the screen read T-Mobile, and when making a call, it would pause a moment and flash no the screen that the call was being re-routed, then beeped, then went through perfectly.

We did get some pictures, and I'll get those developed today and will scan and post on ebo.net at my earliest convenience.

Now, I stayed Uptown, so I can't comment on the Canal area directly, but my friend and the professor said that it was pretty nasty. Around my place it looked no different than a bad storm.

It's going to be a while before Streetcar service can begin I'm assuming as the lines are down in a number of places. Over all, the Live Oaks faired better than I would have imagined.

There was a slight stench on Chestnut, but in other places it was HORRIBLE. I swung by to check the house of a friend over on Nashville, and though the vehicle they had left behind was unharmed, the roof had some damage, but it appeared that nothing structural. Shingles missing from a great deal of the highest ridge of the roof, and a few scattered shingles missing.

Unfortunately, after my initial observation that the house faired well, I walked into the back yard and that was where I got a freaking nose full.

His back yard, each blade of foot tall grass, was coated with a nasty black coating, which I soon realized was sewage deposits....YUCK...

Around the back of the house, I used a file folder to measure the water line. The line was about 1/4 inch less than two lengths of the folder, so I'm afraid that the entire downstairs of his home is due for a steam cleaning.

I should also note that when we turned the water on in my apartment, and my friend told me the same experience at the apartment of the professor, the water ran clear for a moment then began to darken. I turned it off at that point.

Pray god we will be able to inhabit our city before 2006....shit, don't we have a Mardi Gras to put on in Feb. and Jazz Fest in April/May!!!

I would have loved to have had some vicks....

I visited my apartment in new orleans this morning.

We left at 5AM to head that way. HB had a pass to get into Jefferson Parish, and I had gotten directions where we could get into where we were going.

We went river road to Oak and then Carrollton to St. Charles and down to my apartment.

What an errie feeling...the only people there were National Guards.

I'm too tired to write about this now, but wil add more tomorrow.

confusion so beset from choice much less function, MADNESS!!!!

ok, I'm quite confused on that the line up is for this week. I need to sneak into the city and secure my apartment, pick up my servers, grab my personal papers and empty the fridge so it won't stink.

I also need to leave a note for my landlord since I've been unable to get in touch with him with my contact information.

HB is going to try to get the National Guard to bring him to get his car.

The issue is that I'm not sure exactly HOW we are going to manage this shit. The friend that I'm staying with may be bringing me, but I'm not for sure at this time....

regardless, good night...my schedule is coming back, and it's time for me to crash...

a light at the end of the tunnel....

9/11/2005 5:45:15 AM: It’s Sunday, and I’m still not feeling all that well at all. I went and saw my father last night. He’s going to let me stay there until I can get back to New Orleans. I’m sure that’s going to be interesting to say the least, but I it won’t be like when I had to live with him last time.

Not drinking has become an asset, but there are still costs to being sober. First off, being with drunks doesn’t impress me one bit any more.

No biggie to tell you the truth. Everyone here has been so great, I’m sure what I’m feeling is me more than anything.

9/11/2005 9:29:06 AM: I just got back from my fathers. Went to hang out with him and Devochka…..what a fREaK!!!....…she was all over me…had to show me every god damned room in the house…laf…that shit was funny as hell..

When I was online earlier, I found a way to get to my apartment. In addition, after leaving my fathers, I stopped by CCs for a Large Medium and met a guy that works for Probation & Parole. He’s from here, but they have taken over Holy Cross College on the best bank as a temporary headquarters. I told me what I need to do about my landlords van. If I can’t get in touch with him today, I’ll visit the State Police tomorrow and report it “NOT STOLEN” to cover my ass.

I’m going to ask Erin if she’s up for a trip to the city today. I think we can get in and out pretty easy…I found online that I will be able to take River Road up to Oak Street and follow to Carrollton, then to St. Charles to get there…I can take care of my biz, i.e. get my papers, computers, empty the fridge, close that fucking window and make sure all the electric is off.

The paper Times Picayune said this morning that the biggest issue is the drinking water from the broken water and sewage mains.

Well, wish me luck, things are going to go my way if I have to beat things into my way repeatedly about the head and shoulders, but I assure you, things are going to get better, and New Orleans is going to be as good, or better a place to live when I get back…

LONG LIVE NEW ORLEANS!!!!!!!!!

frustrated, surrounded, but alone and homesick....

my frustration level is out of control...

devochka is staying over at my fathers right now, but I'll be over there a week from today. I went over to hang out for a while earlier this evening, but I didn't stay that long. I just can't decide what I want to do. I want to go home. I don't like being a burden, which is how I feel right now. I can't seem to escape. All I want to do is shut the door for a month and not come out, WITHOUT SOMEONE PEEKING IN. I don't want anyone to ask me how to do this, or do that on the computer.

I guess I'm homesick...I don't like being in baton rouge, and I don't like being under others asses...

well, I guess that's all I have to say except...

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT GOD DAMNIT!!!

trapped under a big red stick....

I know I'm not writing as much as I normally do, but these are far from normal times.

I'm stuck here in Baton Rouge, a city that has doubled in size since Kat. I've had to purchase a new computer and telephone in order to work from a remote location.

I'm keeping up with my meds and everything so far. I had my blood work done yesterday, which is great, but I have no clue as to how I'm going to get the results. My doctors office is at the LSU Healthnet offices on the corner of Napoleon and Claiborne in New Orleans. At least I did get the work done. I was able to get my meds yesterday. I'm half way through the series, and the blood work that I has will show me what my virual load it at this point.

I'm working now. Our IT guys have managed to get the servers up and running and I'm able to login using their Citrix Server, so I guess I'm good there. I've managed to pull in fee, and will continue on that quest.

I'm not going to write much this morning, but may be back later. I did my 13th injection of interferon last night, and it's saturday, so I will be sleeping on and off.

I'll be moving over to my fathers house next week. I ordered DSL to his house yesterday, should be there by next friday, so one week from today I should be set up over there. I need a couple more things to make this happen. I need a desk and a chair, that's is and I'll be good to go. I'm not as much concerned about the desk, I can get a folding table that will work perfectly fine. I'm more concerned about getting a chair that will be comfortable to sit in for extended periods as it will be where I'm going to be planting my ass most of the rest of the year.

I still want to go home, but I know that I won't be able to for the next several months. At least until December. If I can celebrate my birthday in New Olreans I will be more than happy.

another day, another photo opportunity!

ok, I'm sure the last post chappd some peoples asses, but I don't really give a fuck. This is still my blog and these are still my ramblings...

Maybe some think I was too hard on the celebs. Well, let's see...I was on Nick Cage and John Goodman. In retrospect, they put their money where their mouth is.

Travolta, somewhat...I think it's great that he's flying food and supplies in, but John, get your scientology ass back in your god damned plane and bring more food to mississippi or something god damnit...don't waste the time of people on the ground with photo opps....Sean Penn...well, go take a class on boating safety....and Oprah, you fat billionaire bitch...you wanna be a big help, TAKE OVER CNN AND TURN IT INTO AN ALL DAY ALL NIGHT TELETHON CHANNEL TO BENEFIT THE PEOPLE RATHER THAN SPECULATE ON WHAT WENT WRONG, DON'T GO MAKE RATINGS WITH YOUR FUCKING PHOTO OPS...OR BETTER YET, PUT A GOD DAMNED CONTRACT OUT ON ANYONE INVOLVED IN FAKE CHARITIES THAT ARE SAPPING UP CONTRIBUTIONS THAT COULD GO TO THE RED CROSS HELP PEOPLE! Fuck Oprah, you're from Mississippi aren't you? Set up a god damned kitchen down on the Mississippi Gulf Coast and get your fucking hands dirty and cook some poke chops, fried chicken and all the fixin's for the starving people of your home state!

Again, you don't have to like what I say, I don't give a fuck. I'm about to head out to CC's and get a cup of coffee before the drone of the copters begins for the day, and after than, I'm hoping to be able to bury myself in work so that my psychosis doens't take over and begin drive me...

arm chair quarterbacks and bitches....

well, I was going to totally blow this blog off for while. Not because I don't want to write it, but because there are so many fucking armchair quarterbacks out there that want to tell me what's going on. They listen to the national news, which is now blaming the local government. Not that the local government may be at fault to some extent, but there are so many fucking issues that aren't known nationally. How many of the national news "prophets" like Geraldo and Wolf even have a clue what Nagin has done since his election? Do they know about our ex mayor Morial...yup, you know, the cock sucking cokehead that raped and pillaged for his and his cronies profit? Nagin has cleaned up politics quite a bit over the last few years.

well, I had to add an email of someone that I dearly love to my spam folder simply because they are crying about their home town, which they haven't lived in for well over a decade, and seem to think that CNN is more accurate than any scripture that's ever been written.

like I said, I was going to drop this blog because of all the fucking outsiders looking in, but then this evening I remembered something my brother-in-law told me...he said, keep writing that blog, and don't censor it.

So if you find what I write inaccurate, let me know. I'm in almost a crazed state, and I'm sure that there are a number of things that I'm missing. Namely EVERYTHING I OWN. MY HOME TOWN! I have helicopters, hueys and blackhawks flying over the house I'm staying in continuously. I get up in the morning and I go have a cup of coffee at the CC's around the corner because that's what I did at home...the CC's was right around the corner. I talk to people that are going through the same shit I'm going through, and the people that are REALLY HELPING PEOPLE. Like Mike, the Viet Nam vet that has not only his daughters and their families, but also his EX-SON-IN-LAW staying at his house. He's helping people, and he's waking up in the middle of the night with post traumatic stress disorder that he fought for years because of the helicopters, but he's doing everything he can do to help.

what about the family's I see around the corner from here. 4 families, and guess what, THEY AREN'T ALL WHITE, AND THEY AREN'T ALL BLACK...THIS IS WHAT NEW ORLEANS REALLY IS, MIXED AND DIVERSE!!!

And then there's Oprah and Travolta and Penn walking around with their own security, going through peoples bedrooms filming and "talking to people." FUCK YOU GUYS, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY GOD DAMNIT, IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT A FUCKING PLUG IN THE BACK OF THE BOAT BEFORE YOU GET IN THE WATER, OR YOU DONT' REALIZE THAT IN ORDER TO RESCUE SOMEONE IN A BOAT, YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO HAVE ENOUGH ROOM IN THE FUCKING BOAT TO PUT THE VICTIMS, THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE BUT PHOTO OPPING.....FUCKING HELL....

I want to go down there and help...GOD I WANT TO GO DOWN THERE....BUT I CAN'T, IT WOULD BE A DEATH SENTENCE TO ME CAUSE I ALREADY HAVE HEPATITIS C, AND THE WATER IS FULL OF HEPATITIS A AMONG OTHER DISEASES...

Then there's on of my dearest friends that had to evacuate..she want to Washington with relatives. Some of which are judging her as a parent...SHE IS HOMELESS YOU STUPID FUCKS!!! SHE'S A WONDERFUL MOTHER, BUT MUTHER FUCKER, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT A SINGLE MOTHER WITH THREE ADORABLE KIDS TO DO WHEN WE'VE ALL LOST SO FUCKING MUCH!!!....

So, don't expect me to be absolute in my facts right now, and IF YOU WANT TO WATCH GERALDO, WOLF, OPRAH AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES THAT ARE SPECULATING ON WHAT WENT WRONG, FUCK YOU TOO...YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHAT WE ARE GOING THROUGH.

I'm staying with a dear old friend, and a dear new friend. I met Harvey a week ago today. We "borrowed" a van together to get out. We dropped another 5 people off out of harms way. We are STUCK LIKE CHUCK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! FUCK YOU....

But you know what, WE ARE BOUND TOGETHER AS A GROUP CLOSER THAN ANY OF YOU WILL KNOW.

Here's another FUCKING PEICE OF NEWS. IF YOU THINK THE NEW ORLEANIANS ARE THE ONLY LOOTERS, CHECK OUT MY FUCKING BANKING ACCOUNT. IN ORDER TO KEEP MY JOB, I HAD TO PURCHASE A NEW COMPUTER USING ALL THE MONEY THAT I HAD. I WENT TO COMPUSA AND SPENT $700.00 ON A PIECE OF SHIT COMPAQ. THIS MORNING, I RUN QUICKEN AND FIND MYSELF OVERDRAWN BY $609.00. WELL, I SHOULD HAVE HAD MONEY IN THE BANK, SO I GO TO THE WEBSITE TO FIND OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. 3 SEPARATE CHARGES OF $300.00 CHARGED STARTING ONE HOUR AFTER I BOUGHT MY COMPUTER UNTL 8PM ON SUNDAY NIGHT. THAT'S BEING LOOTED PERSONALLY I PROMISE.

So all of you arm chair speculators and prophets, FUCK OFF AND DIE, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THE REALTY LOOTERS AND CREDIT CARD THEIVES THAT I'M SEEING PERSONALLY IN BATON ROUGE.

This is the shit that your precious National News Organizations and your FUCKING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT is NOT telling your fucking stupid asses.

IF YOU CAN'T HELP, GO HAVE A FUCKING DRINK AND SIT BACK AND WATCH THE SHOW...THAT'S ALL IT IS TO YOU ANYWAY...

And on top of everything else, I haven't gotten my meds that I need by friday yet...and no money for them since I got looted....to make it even better, the owner of the company that handles my insurance is living in his bedroom with his entire family because it's the only room in the 4 bedroom house that doesn't have holes going through the roof. He's without electricity, he's had to purchase a generator to even have lights...I looked up the Red Cross that is listed for his Zip Code...Canal Street in the New Orleans CBD...don't think he's going to be able to make it over there...I doubt he has flood insurance, which FEMA requires to help...and in the end...

I EXPECT TO LOSE MY INSURANCE THAT'S PAYING FOR MY INTERFERON/RIBAVIRIN TREATMENT BEFORE I FINISH...AND IF I LOSE IT, IT I GET THE EXTREME PLEASURE OF GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT AGAIN WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF INSURANCE SO I BETTER GET TO WORK...FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND THE MEDS RUN SOMEWHERE BETWEEN $2000 TO $3000 PER MONTH, AND I WILL GET TO DO ANOTHER 6 MONTHS IF I STOP.....

where are the celebs that live in nola?

well, I'm watching the WWL TV live feed and who the fuck do they show standing at the corner of Bourbon and Canal? Fucking Sean Penn. I guess I should be happy that finally a celeb has actually done something. Since both John Goodman and Nick Cage recently purchased a home only blocks from my place in Uptown New Orleans, you would think THEY would have given at least a good greasey fart and said something BUT FUCK NO! Where are ya John and Nick? Like I said, I should be happy, but I'm irritated like corduroy on a hemorrhoid that the NOPD is allowing Penn to help, but after numerous emails I've only been ignored.

Of course, Sean doesn't know shit about boats as this article from shows...laf..

I WANT TO FUCKING GO HOME! I know that it's going to be at least a month before we will have power and such, but I'm FUCKING PISSED that I can't help.

I hope Sean understands my frustration. WE APPRECIATE YOU SEAN! THANKS FOR BEING THERE, AND IF YOU READ THIS, COME PICK MY WHITE ASS UP SO I CAN GET TO WORK FIXING MY CITY!!!

marching on...

You can't keep new orleans down. I picked up a copy of the Times Picayune today (09.05.05). The image is captured from a webcam. Above Marching On, the caption reads "FRENCH QUARTER: At Orleans Ave. and Bourbon Street, the Southern Decadence Parade rolls Sunday with fewer than 12 determined French Quarter residents. Foreground from the left, matt menold, john Lambert, Robin Cates and an nidentified man lead the way."

I'm ready to go home...

the aftermath and the disrespect...

I'm so fucking tired of everyone telling me about this shit. I'm living it. I lived the storm. I had to steal a fucking van to escape. I FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE I CAN'T GET BACK AND HELP.

I hear everyone treating the New Orleans refugees as criminals. Well, I don't believe that's the case. Has anyone considered that with our population being dispersed across the country, that the criminal element in these other cities is taking advantage of the situation and looting their own cities in hopes that their actions will be blamed on New Orleans...

I'm tired of hearing and seeing nigger written everywhere. I'm sick of hearing Wolf Blitzer and his network making comments like, "the victims are so poor and so black." FUCK YES THEY ARE POOR NOW!!!....LET'S DROP WOLF INTO THE MIDDLE OF THAT NASTY WATER FOR A WEEK WITHOUT FOOD, COMMUNICATION, WATER...WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HE WOULD LOOK LIKE?

The people of New Orleans are RICH in culture and RICH in character and I wouldn't live anywhere else in the world. I'm not black. I'm not rich. I find it more dangerous to walk through parts of Baton Rouge than the Desire Projects...why? Because Baton Rouge is by default a racist city. Not just the whites, but the blacks hate whitey here like no where I've ever been...

I'm going back. I want to shake the hand of Ray Nagin and thank him for being a the RAY OF LIGHT and the best symbol of New Orleans Unity we could have in this crisis.

I don't know what I'm going to have to do to move back to my city, but I'm Irish, and if I have to get a wheel barrow out and dig a ditch whilst contracting any number of tropical diseases like my ancestors did in New Orleans, I'LL BE THERE. EVEN WITH THE HEPATITIS C I'M FIGHTING NOW...I'LL BE THERE....

WTF!!!!!

Louisiana ceased to be part of the USA today IMHO. The shallow money grubbing leaders of the so called free world...i.e. Bush/Cheney have dropped the last ball they SHOULD EVER BE ALLOWED TO PICK UP. It's time to get our troops out of Iraq. Fucking nuke those fucking sand jockeys and get our boys home to HELP OUR PEOPLE.

Bush is so in-fucking-decisive that he probably has trouble deciding which had to wipe his ass with.

This morning, the first thing I heard on CNN was Ray Nagin, the mayor of New Orleans, saying that it's "too god damned late!" Posing the question as to how funds were allocated over night to hit IRAQ. How Bush convened the congress in a 24 hour period over a brain dead woman with feeding tube and a brain the size of a walnut, but CAN'T GET THE FUCKING CONGRESS INTO SESSION FOR OVER A WEEK to try to save THOUSANDS!!!

Is he so fucking greedy that he thinks by letting New Orleans fall apart that maybe Texas will get the business. FUCKING RIGHT HE ISD, BUT FUCK HIM, WE STILL AND ALWAYS WILL OWN THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. They may have a bunch of cowboys over there in that oversized shit hole he calls home, but you do not want to piss off a bunch of COONASS AND CREOLES.....cause we know exactly where to feed your lifeless body to an alligator where you will NEVER be found...

SECEDE FROM THE UNION AND CHARGE TO USE THE RIVER UNTIL OUR STATE IS REBUILT. IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD YOUR GOD DAMNED GIANT SUV, THEN I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STRAP ON THOSE COWBOY BOOTS AND GET YOU A NICE LITTLE PINK VESPA...CAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WILL BE ABLE TO DRIVE SOON....

AND WHY.....CAUSE BUSH DROPPED THE BALL AND IS NOT ONLY GUILTY OF INTERNATIONAL WAR CRIMES, HE'S NOW GONE SO FAR BEYOND TO BECOME THE FIRST AMERICAN PRESIDENT IN HISTORY THAT HAS ALLOWED TOTAL CHAOS TO CONTINUE UNABATED FOR DAYS IN THE MOST STRATEGIC CITY IN THIS GREAT NATION. 911 WAS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE ECONOMIC EFFECTS OF SITTING ON HIS FAT PIMPLY ASS TRYING TO GET HIS ALFRED E. NEWMAN MIND TO WORK FAST ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF HIS BUSINESS...

IMPEACH THAT SPINELESS BITCH, THEN FEED HIM TO THE REST OF THE WORLD FOR HIS WAR CRIMES...AND HOPE THEY EXECUTE HIM PUBLICLY FOR ALL TO SEE..AND USE THE LONG ROPE SO IT RIPS HIS MORONIC HEAD CLEAN OFF!!!!

my servers are trapped IN new orleans..

well, I'm on the lamb. I managed to escape New Orleans before noon on Tuesday. Devochka is fine, and I'm in Baton Rouge. Homeless sort of, but I'm good... well, here's the story...

on Tuesday morning around 10AM or so...I decided to walk over to the A&P on Magazine to see if they might have done the right thing and started putting the food out for the people. On the way, I ran into a number of people. H.B, a teacher at local catholic University is who I found on Louisiana Ave. Since I had gas and water, and he had electric, we decided to pool our efforts.

We aquired all the food that we could cook from Harveys apartment, the headed back to my place. In route, the looting was blatant. There was a van and a car parked at the Exxon station on Louisiana Ave. and St. Charles and there were several people that had broken the glass of the door and were taking EVERYTHING out of the store. I even saw a woman with an arm full of motor oil. I guess they needed an oil change.

After going about 24 hours without phone service because I couldn't find an old style corded phone I found one and was able to get in touch with a good friend in Houston that was able to fill me in on what was going on.

Harvey was listening to the radio, and my friend was filling me in, and another emergency evactuation order came through. This time it was use any means necessicary to get out of Orleans Parish.

Harvey suggested we hitchhike to the bridge and get to the west bank and make our way to Gonzales, but I knew a better way.

My landlord had two white vans in front of the building. I decided that it would be to our benefit to "borrow" one of the vans. Unfortunatly I didn't have a key, so I had to improvise. I saved the van, but will have to do a couple minor repairs.

We were in a hurry. We knew there were breaches in the levy systems, but didn't know if we were going to have water in 5 minutes of 5 hours. It was time to get the fuck out a all costs.

Let me tell you that I have never done anything like this before, but I'm happy I did, because Orleans Parish AIN'T NO PLACE FOR A WHITE BOY at this time.

We got the thing started, then headed down Magazine...we had to go the wrong way on the one way section of the street because Camp was totally inpassible. We cut over to Tchop and jumped on the Crecent City Connection, picking up the first of 5 hitch hikers on the way out. We followed the West Bank Expressway to I-310, the crossed to I-10 and continued toward Baton Rouge. We picked up an additional 4 hitch hikers on the way, and stopped in Gonzales to drop them off. 4 of them got out right there in the middle of the street, and the Vet, the first one we picked up was dropped off at the Lamar Expo Center.

Harvey and I continued to Baton Rouge, meeting my father at Jones Creek Cafe' for a drink. Erin came by to let us follow her to her house, but we stayed for a bit, though Erin and her daughter Sydney took Devochka with them to get her out of the heat.

We are now staying at Erins. I have brought Devochka to my fathers because Erin is allergic to cats, but she's fine, and I'll be visiting her in a few to take care of her.

I've gotten a friend in VA to get my ebo.net email backup, and he's in the process of getting everything set so that ebo.net website will become active, though it's an older version of the site. I have asked for donations, and if you are able, please donate to the cause. I need to rescue what's left of my possessions if I can, and we very well may need to arm ourselves for protection.

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