New Orleans Is NOT Dead, We Only Play That On TV!

Seriously. All New Orleanians in Exile and still here at home need to steel their heart. We're going through an awful dark time, but come on... did we give up when we heard the Hell's Angels were coming to town to crash Mardi Gras? No.

Did we give up when Ronnie Virgets made the transition from paper to tv and we all got a good look at him? No.

Did we give up on our NFL team that has only won one playoff game in its 38 year history? No.

Did we give up when Buddy D got those new dentures and we had to re-learn how to understand him all over again? No.

Did we give up in 1987 when we stopped off in that rest station in Texas to piss and someone had written on the wall that "Louisiana Sucks"? No.

Did we give up when we heard that Uglesich's was closing? No.

Did we give up when the Duck Lady passed away? No.

And half of y'all want to give up now? Where's your balls? Where's your shoot the bird at the devil while drinking a Huge Ass Beer attitude?

The spotlight is on us, and all of our dirty laundry is out in the open. I think it's time to shoot the bird at Katrina, drink a huge ass beer and get down to rebuilding this damn town so we can all get drunk this Mardi Gras and have cops, firefighters, helicopter pilots, nurses, doctors, Texans, NYPD, those guys from Oklahoma handing out MRE's on David Dr., that little old lady up in Idaho who says a prayer for us every night, and everyone else who has helped in any way large or small throw cheap ass plastic beads from floats to us on St. Charles Ave.