CABALLO NEGRO

4:55 p.m.
Music by: Death Cab for Cutie [Different Names for the Same Things]

Body: Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5
of Hurricane Katrina and
thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to
be airlifted. Where on
earth could you have misplaced all our military
choppers? Do you need help
finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking
lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers
are? We could really use
them right now for the type of thing they signed up
to do like helping with
national disasters. How come they weren't there to
begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside
while the eye of Hurricane
Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category
1 then but it was pretty
nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there
were still homes without
power. That night the weatherman said this storm was
on its way to New Orleans.
That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you
didn't want to interrupt
your vacation and I know how you don't like to get
bad news. Plus, you had
fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to
ignore and smear. You sure
showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane,
instead of flying to
Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your
business peeps. Don't let
people criticize you for this -- after all, the
hurricane was over and what the
heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don't listen to those who, in the coming days,
will reveal how you
specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers'
budget for New Orleans this
summer for the third year in a row. You just tell
them that even if you hadn't
cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't
going to be any Army engineers
to fix them anyway because you had a much more
important construction job for
them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home,
I have to say I was moved by
how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from
the clouds as you flew over
New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the
disaster. Hey, I know you
couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some
rubble and act like a
commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this
tragedy and try to use it
against you. Just have your people keep pointing
that out. Respond to nothing.
Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would
happen because the water in
the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter
making a storm like this
inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming
Chicken Littles. There is
nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide
it would be like having one
F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to
Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not
your fault that 30 percent of
New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of
thousands had no transportation to
get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's
not like this happened to
Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people
on their roofs for five
days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing --
NOTHING -- to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few
of our Army helicopters and
send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans
and the Gulf Coast are near
Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com

P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no
longer at your ranch. She and
dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are
now driving across the
country, stopping in many cities along the way.
Maybe you can catch up with them
before they get to DC on September 21st

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cn

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