Laissez les bontemps roulez!
The Mayor’s city was not hit by a meteor, nor destroyed by a suitcase nuke. It was, instead, inundated with flood waters as the consequence of a large tropical storm. This event was not only predictable, but widely predicted. The problem has been understood since the city was founded in 1718.
While we're at it, let me help solve the apparently insoluble problem of the folks at the New Orleans Superdome:
Anyone in that group who has joked within the last 30 days about how funny and “genuine” it is that the governments of New Orleans and the State of Louisiana are chronically inept and corrupt, go to the end of the line.
Anyone who, told to evacuate, decided to stay and shouted “Laissez les bontemps roulez!” go to the end of the line.
Every healthy male, age 16 through 50, not carrying his crippled grandmother, go to the end of the line.
Every person who arrived with pets, go to the end of the line.
Every person who arrived carrying absolutely no food, no water, and no other supplies of any sort, go to the end of the line.
More in this vein from Kathy Shaidle, titled “They shoot looters, don’t they? (Please)”