From The Times of London:
By his own admission, things are going badly for Sheriff Harry Lee and his crisis management efforts. Outside his mobile headquarters truck, two officers grip a stepladder while a third stands on the top rung waving his mobile telephone in the air, searching for a signal. Inside Sheriff Lee, of Jefferson parish in New Orleans, is sitting at a table, fuming. He is doing his best to alleviate the biggest catastrophe he will ever witness, but lacks even the most basic of resources.Some of HDTD's readers will know of my long-standing interest in the peculiarities of Southern politics, and will not be surprised that I actually have Harry Lee's biography. Like many Southern lawmen, he's been a little, um, controversial. Here's the official online version, and an article about the man. But man, is he pissed off now:
"Itís not getting better -- itís getting worse," he says. "This is probably the largest national disaster in the history of the US and the co-ordination that should be in effect all these days after the event just isnít happening. Itís lack of proper planning and lack of co-ordination. There are plenty of Indians, but no chiefs." "My chief deputy said some of the other deputies are quitting on us. They want to be with their families. Well, I want to be with my family too but you donít quit in the middle of a crisis," he said. "My daughter rang me, crying. She said, ĎDaddy, canít you leave?í I said ĎYes, I can point my car west and step on the gas, but can I go and leave these people here? No, I cannot."Meanwhile, Fats Domino is missing. Update: Fats Domino has been found, and my friend Dana's grandfather (who was in a New Orleans nursing home) has been found! They're both OK.
But our president has a new guitar! Oh, it makes him so happy! Do you think he will play it for us?