Rock You Like a Hurricane

Azalea and I went to the White House protest the Administration's slow initial response to Hurricane Katrina -- this was the first weekend following the hurricane, when there were still people stranded in New Orleans and FEMA officials still wandering around scratching their heads.

My old high school friend, Blakely, whom I hadn't seen since high school graduation, was driving down to DC from Michigan to do this protest in front of the White House. At any rate, we had fun agitating Republicans, and Azalea had a nice time dancing barefoot in front of the White House. Blakely and Jay (her boyfriend) had a great experience talking to people, and said that they enountered only 5 people all day who approached them and said that they disagreed. Of course, 2 of those 5 came along while we were there. One of them said something like, "New Orleans has so much money. Those people aren't as poor as you think. They could pay for all the damage from Katrina from money made during Mardi Gras." Yeah, I'm sure that all those people in New Orleans (which has one of the highest rates of people living at or below the poverty line in the country) see a lot of that money that rolls in during Mardi Gras...

Idiots, I tell ya.