Sunday, September 04, 2005
Somebody's Coming To Get You, Mama
"His mother was trapped in St. Bernard nursing home and every day she called him and said. Are you coming. Son? Is somebody coming? And he said yeah. Mama. Somebody's coming to get you.. Somebody's coming to get you on Tuesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Wednesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Thursday. Somebody's coming to get you on Friday. And she drowned Friday night. And she drowned Friday night. Nobody's coming to get us. Nobody's coming to get us. The Secretary has promised. Everybody's promised. They've had press conferences. I'm sick of the press conferences. For god's sakes, just shut up and send us somebody..—Aaron Broussard
I grew up with men like this. They can work 16 hours on an oil rig, or welding ships, or painting buildings, then help you fix your flat on the way home, then drink you under the table, and still be tough enough to catch a gator bare-handed, and get up at 5am the next morning to do it all over again. Seeing them reduced to tears begging for help from their government makes me ashamed to be American.
Posted by clayton cubitt at 6:27 PM