Nawlins, Friday Part II

Steve, Di and I rolled into town and installed ourselves in the Oddball hotel of DOOM! We wandered the neighborhood, calling Cyn and Reid, searching for food. We passed a place called Igor's which offered reasonably priced drinks and laundry. We passed the spot where we watched the Endymion parade the previous year, and the spot where I was nearly killed by a flock of rabid schoolgirls in a fight for an Elijah-Wood-thrown string of beads.

( New Orleans Part II - Shockingly Good food, Shockingly bad Haunted House )

My only political rant

To all the people who want to leave the city/state/country:

Shut the fuck up you goddamn whiny pukes. We lost. We have two options now:

1. Leave. The "I'm taking my toys and not playing with you anymore" plan. Stopped working in grade school.

2. Stay. Work to make it better. Encourage a real, fully formed human being with a brain to run for office. Write letters to your elected officials. Make your voice heard. Do what you can to make sure Bush doesn't have free reign for four more years. We have for years to make our voices heard. Four years of work to do.

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has." - Margaret Mead