There is little to say that won’t be said on other blogs regarding The Current President’s last press conference yesterday. This passage, though, bears considerable noting.
This is what the President of the United States said in a press conference yesterday, according directly to the White House’s own Web site:
I’ve thought long and hard about Katrina—you know, could I have done something differently, like land Air Force One either in New Orleans or Baton Rouge. The problem with that and—is that law enforcement would have been pulled away from the mission. And then your questions, I suspect, would have been, how could you possibly have flown Air Force One into Baton Rouge, and police officers that were needed to expedite traffic out of New Orleans were taken off the task to look after you?
Bush cannot stop confirming for us, can he, that he has the sophistication of a nose hair?
George, there’s not an American alive who would have expected you to single-handedly rescue anybody with your own hands or your own hardware. What you should have done is, you should have cancelled your tarmac birthday greeting with Failed Presidential Candidate John McWeirdsmile and your country western adventure with Billy Ray Hiccup, and your first response to the disaster shouldn’t have been a photo opportunity of you surveying the damage from your comfy little aeroplane. Your first response should have been to make a beeline to The White House, to hunker down and ask how bad is it and what needs done, and to expose yourself to the news coverage instead of your staff having to force feed it to you. Instead, you sent a complete incompetent into the field, you scattered ice trucks to every corner of the nation but, um, Louisiana, and you began talking about rebuilding much sooner than most people could even fathom recovery. Hurricane Katrina was a dismal failure for you, for your administration, and for America, and it was certainly the start of the unraveling for you, buddy. You showed yesterday that you don’t own it yet and you didn’t learn a god-damned thing.
Longest. Seven days. Evar.