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September 03, 2005

Meet Randall Robinson, Dimwit

Over at the HuffPost, Randall Robinson is furious:

It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.

Yes, Mr. Robinson, not a soul has come to help them:

By Friday night, the number of National Guard troops was expected to reach 11,700 in Louisiana and 8,000 in Mississippi, with more than 5,000 troops still to come over the weekend. Add to that more than 2,500 Coast Guard personnel on the scene with more than 50 aircraft. Four Coast Guard cutters are stationed in the Mississippi River to offer communications and logistics support...

No wonder Randall Robinson is angry. Who can blame him? 27,000 is a grossly inadequate number. There should be at least as many National Guardsmen in the disaster area as there are refugees. That would alleviate the food and water situation immeasurably.

New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for.

I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.

Yes. Brother Robinson is really Speaking Truth to Power. We secretly hate brown-skinned people and we want them to die. So we've just been sitting on our hands, doing nothing:

Lockey said FEMA has rented more than 2,000 buses from across the country for the continuing evacuation and is moving them to the region. He said the agency has received offers of shelter from other states and the District, and had identified 2,600 available hospital beds in 12 states. The agency is working with the Defense Department and the Department of Veterans Affairs to move patients from New Orleans into those facilities.

Dolph Diemont, regional emergency transportation official with the Department of Transportation, said the department had dispatched 1,400 trucks that have transported 17.1 million Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) , 5 million pounds of ice and 369 generators, as well as thousands of blankets and cots.

Gen. Mark Graham, deputy commander of the Katrina task force overseeing rescue and relief, said six planes carried 438 people out of the city Friday. The airlift is expected to retrieve many more Saturday as additional aircraft arrive, and at least one military airfield will open to increase the count.

After accepting 15,000 people, Houston officials declared the Astrodome full and closed it to any more arrivals. They conceded they had overestimated the facility's capacity and began readying the Reliant Arena down the street and the convention center downtown for thousands more.

About 20 packed buses waited hours there for their passengers to be processed, even as other buses were sent four hours farther west to San Antonio.

Four days. Flooded and clogged roads. No power. No way to discover all the places people are holed up. Refugees who were told to leave shooting at rescuers. Mass chaos. Fighting through a mass of already-fleeing refugees.

That's a whole lotta nothing.

And at the bottom of this, we need to remember the important lesson this tragedy has to teach us.

Because you know, it's not about human life. It's all about the Race Guilt.

This public service announcement brought to you, courtesy of The Huffington Post.

Posted by Cassandra at September 3, 2005 01:14 PM

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Comments

So, I'm guessing it is too soon for canibal jokes?

Posted by: Hummer at September 3, 2005 01:45 PM

Unless you want to get clobbered, yes. Although I was tempted to link to that stupid PETA story that compared eating animals to slavery as yet another example of egregious asshattery, but that was too tacky even for me to stomach.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 3, 2005 03:31 PM

I wish I was near this asshole and other race pimps like him.I would take my high heels and bust his head wide open for such stupidity.This is what accounts for so-called black leadership!these idiots themselves haven't done a damn thing to help our people so why is nobody challenging them?I also have to blame the media for this, they always run to this race pimps and hustlers who do nothing but pay lip service when it comes to helping our people.

Posted by: Lisa gilliam at September 3, 2005 05:09 PM

Cassandra you will also be glad to know that the Marines are headed to New Orleans.Word the thugs and others,Marines get paid to kill thugs and goons they are not paid to take prisoners period!

Posted by: Lisa Gilliam at September 3, 2005 05:11 PM

Is it STILL too early for canibalism jokes?

Because I know some good ones.

Posted by: Hummer at September 4, 2005 02:51 PM

I'm up for some cannibal jokes as long as that vile idiot Robinson is the one being eaten!

Posted by: Larry at September 4, 2005 06:06 PM

You'd have to be pretty desperate to eat a human corpse that has been floating around in raw sewage for four days. Personally, I'd probably eat a few of the wild dogs or rats gnawing on Gramma before I actually started carving her up for lunch.

Posted by: Liberal Larry at September 4, 2005 06:54 PM

LL - Go for the rats. They really do taste like chicken.

Ummmm--okay, they taste like furry, flea-infested, scamper-through-the wainscotting chickens. But a little cayenne masks a multitude of gustatory shortcomings...

Posted by: cw4(ret)billt at September 5, 2005 01:48 AM

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