Guess what?  New Orleans re-elected Ray Nagin as the city’s mayor.  Go head; you can laugh and wince all at once.  I certainly did.

Who is Ray Nagin?  He’s the “Chocolate City” man who ordered people to evacuate the Big Easy without providing a single bit of help to get them out.  He’s the man who responded to Katrina by asking “what buses?”  He’s the idiot who stood in the midst of utter devastation and stomped his feet, whined and screamed like a spoiled brat, and pointed fingers at others despite his failing entirely to provide for the city’s denizens.  He’s the man who during his victory speech yesterday evening said to the “folks who went to the other side, who went to the red-light district, I forgive you.”  That’s right, poppets; he said anyone who voted against him is a prostitute.

Perhaps Mitch Landrieu would have been a bad mayor.  Perhaps his win would indeed have created a “Landrieu dynasty” as Nagin’s camp referred to it.  But why not take a chance?  Nagin is responsible for the deaths of many people.  He fumbled the ball during a significant crisis and did nothing more than blame it on others.  Remember, he gave the order to evacuate the city without providing any assistance to make it happen, betraying his responsibility to the people and leaving them to die.  He is the racist who declared New Orleans would come back in black, the “Chocolate City” it was meant to be.

Well, they’re getting what they deserve.  I wash my hands of that city’s woes.  Let it drown.  Let it wash away in the upcoming hurricane season.  Let it sink beneath the sea to become just a memory.  Let its people weep and gnash teeth one toward another as this divisive and inept cretin once again plays chief of the watch while standing on the backs of the drowning and dead bodies left to fend for themselves.

Oh, and in the same spirit as his self-proclaimed metaphorical remark about moving to the red-light district, here’s my message to Nagin: eat shit and die.  Remember, folks, it’s just a Nagin-esque metaphor.