As those silver-tongued poets at the Pentagon put it, we are in a target-rich environment. One cannot -- honestly, one simply cannot -- pass up the Brownie memos.
The e-mails sent to and from "Heckuva Job" Michael Brown, head of the Federal Emergency Management Agency during and after Hurricane Katrina, are too absurd, too please-tell-me-they-made-this-up awful. As Katrina sent a 30-foot wall of water toward Mississippi, Brownie, steeped in disaster relief work at his former job with the International Arabian Horse Association, asked a top aide the burning question: "Tie or not for tonight? Button-down blue shirt?"
Fashion was quite the FEMA priority under Brownie. On the day Katrina hit, his press secretary wrote of his appearance on television: "My eyes must certainly be deceiving me. You look fabulous -- and I'm not talking the makeup." Brownie replied: "I got it at Nordstroms. ... Are you proud of me?"
An hour later, he added: "If you'll look at my lovely FEMA attire, you'll really vomit. I am a fashion god."<snip>
The only FEMA worker in New Orleans in the first days after the hurricane was Marty Bahamonde, who e-mailed Brownie describing the situation as "past critical": people dying, food gone, water going, the homeless and hungry massing in the streets. Brownie replied: "Thanks for the update. Anything specific I need to do or tweak?" Well at least Brownie is right about one thing, I really am vomiting:puke::puke::puke::puke::puke::puke:
more (if you can avoid vomiting long enough to read it)...
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