Quote of the Day:
“I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane, they come ’round every June. High black water, the devil’s daughter, She’s hard and she’s cold and she’s mean; But nobody’s taught her that it takes a lot of water, To wash away New Orleans.” –Leon Everette
Hard to believe its been seven years since that bitch Katrina.
And here we are on lucky number 7, hoping for luck with Isaac.
More importantly though, Mississippians want a little attention. Hey, we catch all kind of hell. When our state comes up in the national conversation we feel relieved if the subject is something as innocent as how fat we are. Usually, it’s much worse. We have learned to accept that outside our borders there will be few compliments about our history, culture, food, weather, roads, footwear, plumbing, etc, etc. But is it too much to ask, we ask, for a little recognition when some calamity comes our way that is not our own damn fault?
I am referring, of course, to the propensity of national media types to refer to our grand State as “the landmass between New Orleans and Mobile” in their hurricane coverage. This happened during Katrina when the Coast was wiped out from a direct hit and the overwhelming media coverage centered on our besotted-buddy metropolis to the west. “Hey, look at us!” we screech. Is saying the word “Mississippi” outside the context of racial strife or reactionary politics such a ratings killer?
Personally, I am not offended. But my Facebook page is covered up with indignant posts that we are not getting our due. Landmass this and Landmass that. Oh, it’s not that I’m above it all. It’s just that I don’t watch tv any more so I haven’t actually heard these insults of omission. It’s better this way.
And hey networks, if anybody’s listening, remember. It’s Pass Chris-chee–ann. Pass–Kuh–Gooluh. Bu–Lux–ee. And Herr–i–kin. Don’t piss us off any more than you already have.
Bonus Quote of the Day:
“God said to Abraham, kill me a son; Abe says, “man you must be puttin’ me on; God say “no”, Abe say “what?” God say “Abe you can do what you want, but, the next time you see me comin’ you better run.”
Well Abe say “where you want this killin’ done?” God say “Out on Highway 61.”