New Orleans Ladder now an award-winning blog

It’s a 2008 Golden Monkeyfist for the Editilla – along with congratulations from SLABBED!

The Delta Prime Award (with hopeful clusters) To New Orleans Ladder for keeping the tragedy of New Orleans and the Gulf awake in our hearts, minds, and deeds, while this sad excuse for an Administration boldly forgot.

Way to go, Editilla! We so proud.

5 thoughts on “New Orleans Ladder now an award-winning blog”

  1. I wanna’tank my muddah, mah faddah, mah pet porcupine Praline…
    While I find it difficult to thank whatever Providence brought me to this point, it has been such a good thing to find points here safe and thoroughly slabbed.
    Editilla O’rilla d’Aphasia

  2. Today–
    Ex-aides say Bush never recovered from Katrina

    You killed him Ladder. Politically that is…

    Katrina to me was the tipping point,” said Matthew Dowd, Bush’s pollster and chief strategist for the 2004 presidential campaign. “The president broke his bond with the public. Once that bond was broken, he no longer had the capacity to talk to the American public. State of the Union addresses? It didn’t matter. Legislative initiatives? It didn’t matter. P.R.? It didn’t matter. Travel? It didn’t matter.”

    Dan Bartlett, former White House communications director and later counselor to the president, said: “Politically, it was the final nail in the coffin.”

    http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081230/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_advisers_speak_out

  3. I just read that article, Steve, and thought of the irony as we’ve not recovered either.

    I don’t recall a sadder ending to a Presidency than Bush is experiencing

  4. Thanks youz guyz!
    Steve, regarding the Death of the Bush Administration, allow me to quote Brian de la Beckwith:
    “I may not have killed him, but he sho’jus as dead now ain’t he?”
    But as for Bush?
    I don’t as a rule use the K or A verb for any POTUS.
    But nouns? Don’t git me started on Nouns…
    Asshole, Kleptocrat… don’t git me started…

    I did however flip-off the little bastard’s helicopter as it flew in front of me over flooded, burning New Orleans.
    Eye level, 2nd floor fire escape. Buck Ass Naked and Down and Dirty, penis all out flappin’da’wind.
    Straight Up Finger.
    Italian Arm Cock.
    Turkish Knuckle-Tooth Gnashing.
    Double Barrel Peace Symbols.
    Though I seriously doubt they would have let the boy george near any opening a mere 50 feet off the ground, some body did see me (other than the 4 pilots of each of the black attack Cobras). Looked right at me. And, I do hope that that somebody still sees me as the last thing before they go to sleep.
    hehehe
    Ya’only live once…
    –or twice– according to the buddhists
    and that is if you’re precious lucky!
    Editilla

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