That shit always pisses me off. Like all the made for television movies that came out about that supermodel who's rich photographer boyfriend died in the tsunami. Everyone was all sad for her. Look! She got a bruise on her face! And her latest boyfriend in the string of career-advancing boyfriends got sucked out into the sea, a shining, white beacon of colonial power amid a sea of 200,000 flailing brown bodies! Surely the sharks savored him as a tasty treat among all those peasants.

Fats Domino should have been left for the fucking alligators. That guy had the money and wherewithal to leave the city and he didn't. Whenever I hear about some rich fucker who refused to evacuate in the fact of a hurricane and therefore had to be rescued instead of some elderly homeless guy who was being eaten alive by fire ants, it makes me wish I could kill people with my mind. If I was in charge, Fats would immediately have been delivered to the convention center and made into meatloaf to feed all the people there.