You know your roots are French when...

Let’s review: Big hurricane is imminent. People are ordered to massive convention center and stadium – aka death traps. Busses sit in parking lots. Big hurricane hits. Busses still sit in parking lots. People remain in said death traps while leader’s friends cut in line to get out of town. Mayor gets re-elected.

As a native of the Washington, DC area, I am at least comforted in knowing that my city’s re-electing the crack-smoking Marion “The bitch set me up” Barry is no longer a national low-point. No, the people of New Orleans have outdone our nation’s capitol.

How Ray Nagin got enough votes to keep his office I will likely never understand. Because, frankly, I thought Poseidon could mount a strong enough write-in campaign to beat this idiot.