BUBBLE BOY'S BROWNIE RESIGNS
By Elaine Meinel Supkis
The further adventures of America's favorite toddler, Bubble Boy Bush, continue. After touring New Orleans and getting chewed out by the adults there, and despite the fact that all those homeless minority were gone far and wide, unable to scream at him too, none the less, he lost one of his playmates.
Geeze. I expect Brownie to return to collect his "Medal of Freedom" just like the head of the CIA who served so disasterously. Of course, Rummy isn't done destroying our military, more about that, later.
With Bush, one can do it all with mere cartoons. His tour of the destruction irritated and annoyed him. He prefers to see this all from his private jet, Air Force One. Ants. All those tiny ants scurrying around on the ground.
From all reports, Bubble Boy kept himself in a super-duper bubble this last week. Thanks to Earl, we have some more information: From Bockenfelds' blog:
Bubble Boy didn't want to know everyone was dying because of his stupidity so he felt, all he had to do was hide and then have some pretty pictures taken, read "My Pet Goat" and have his momma gloat over the destruction of little black children and all would turn out hunky dory!
Bush's aides are SO afraid of telling him bad news that they practically drew straws to see who would have to tell him, on TUESDAY, that the hurricane was so bad he'd need to end his vacation and come back to the White House.
Even on Thursday Day 4 AFTER the storm, Bush didn't realize how bad the storm was:
The reality, say several aides who did not wish to be quoted because it might displease the president, did not really sink in until Thursday night. Some White House staffers were watching the evening news and thought the president needed to see the horrific reports coming out of New Orleans. Counselor Bartlett made up a DVD of the newscasts so Bush could see them in their entirety as he flew down to the Gulf Coast the next morning on Air Force One. But did he even watch that DVD?
He was going to watch the weekly news Friday Day 5 for the FIRST TIME to get a sense of how bad things were.
3. No one wanted to tell Bush the truth
When Hurricane Katrina struck, it appears there was no one to tell President Bush the plain truth: that the state and local governments had been overwhelmed, that the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) was not up to the job and that the military, the only institution with the resources to cope, couldn't act without a declaration from the president overriding all other authority.
Washington just wouldn't listen
A man in a blue FEMA windbreaker arrived to brief them on his helicopter flyover of the city. He seemed unfamiliar with the city's geography, but he did have a sense of urgency. "Water as far as the eye can see," he said. It was worse than Hurricanes Andrew in 1992 and Camille in 1969. "I need to call Washington," he said.... The FEMA man found a phone, but he had trouble reaching senior officials in Washington. When he finally got someone on the line, the city officials kept hearing him say, "You don't understand, you don't understand."
If the Newsweek story is 50% correct, we have very strong grounds for impeaching him. Hell, we had it on 9/11 but the country, thanks to the Democrats and the media, gave him a huge pass and even more, much more power, which he abused.
For example, the NRA stood silently by after he announced he would empty out the city of all humans by force after disarming or killing them. What is this, Fallujah? WACO? The Supreme Whores already told us, our homes are not our castles but I remember my distant ancestors who came here. They lost literally, their castle! It was blown up! Deliberately, by the Crown. So when they came here, they said, "EVEN if it is a mere cabin, it is STILL our castle." See?
Evidently, the NRA sneakily got Bush to change this order...for whites. I strongly suspect it is ongoing with blacks. You can bet on this, in fact.
&spades Then there is this story from England. Ack. It came in this morning, now it was announced here that 48 bodies were found in one hospital alone (um, the low death toll is yesterday's fantasy). From The Daily Mail:
Doctors working in hurricane-ravaged New Orleans killed critically ill patients rather than leaving them to die in agony as they evacuated hospitals, The Mail on Sunday can reveal.Poor Brownie would like us to know the bad press hurt his widdle feelings. Bush's feelings are really hurt too. He has to listen to boring meetings and pretend to care about people he hates. He can't pump his puny arms, yelling, "I won the trifecta" only because California isn't in ruins...yet.
With gangs of rapists and looters rampaging through wards in the flooded city, senior doctors took the harrowing decision to give massive overdoses of morphine to those they believed could not make it out alive.
In an extraordinary interview with The Mail on Sunday, one New Orleans doctor told how she 'prayed for God to have mercy on her soul' after she ignored every tenet of medical ethics and ended the lives of patients she had earlier fought to save.
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Her heart-rending account has been corroborated by a hospital orderly and by local government officials. One emergency official, William 'Forest' McQueen, said: "Those who had no chance of making it were given a lot of morphine and lain down in a dark place to die."
Euthanasia is illegal in Louisiana, and The Mail on Sunday is protecting the identities of the medical staff concerned to prevent them being made scapegoats for the events of last week.
Their families believe their confessions are an indictment of the appalling failure of American authorities to help those in desperate need after Hurricane Katrina flooded the city, claiming thousands of lives and making 500,000 homeless.
'These people were going to die anyway'
The doctor said: "I didn't know if I was doing the right thing. But I did not have time. I had to make snap decisions, under the most appalling circumstances, and I did what I thought was right.
"I injected morphine into those patients who were dying and in agony. If the first dose was not enough, I gave a double dose. And at night I prayed to God to have mercy on my soul."
The doctor, who finally fled her hospital late last week in fear of being murdered by the armed looters, said: "This was not murder, this was compassion. They would have been dead within hours, if not days. We did not put people down. What we did was give comfort to the end.
Give him time.
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