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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
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Gator Country: knee deep
i wish the levee had broken when we were there. it would make much more sense to me. i could float on a tire holding a half-gone bottle of jack daniels, get picked up by sean penn, angry in his little boat, covered in filth. say oh yeah, i lost you, years ago, he was taken away in a big ol' storm, big wave, this high and squeeze out a few tears and sean could shake his head and say, well, at least you made it, and i could say, yeah, that's definitely true and we could talk about immediate problems and crises and solve them with the cameras rolling. i could come back fresh from a personal appearance at the celine dion benefit in a big clean orange jumper and leap out of a spinning heli down to the brackish crap and pull out some poor denizen beef-jerkying in the sun for 7 days and scream at them through their dehydrated fog to just get in the fucking basket no there is no ticket it's free you're being rescued god dammit, and i could kick down some doors and find a puppy and that would make up for all the hypocritical bullshit of msnbc hovering right alongside us and not picking anyone up. bush makes me sick, thinking that we're going to learn from this makes me sick and those change of address cards reading prior address superdome new address astrodome make me sick. no one ever learns. tomorrow something else will happen and we'll be tired of hearing about new orleans just like we're like where the fuck is natalee already.
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