September 12, 2005

What can Brown do for you...

As it turns out, not much. So he gets fired. Kicked to the curb and sent home. After an unremarkable career, Mr. Brown you have a thoroughly disgraceful dismount. What better time than this time of disaster to "spend more time with your family"? Surely, no-one knew, and Bush least of all, that when appointing Brownie to this post we'll be hit with a catastrophic disaster that will wipe out an entire American city. It was probably thought that, much like the ambassadorship to Monaco, this will be a good post to reward an incompetent nobody's loyalty to the president in the time of need. Well, what do you know, here comes fate kicking you in the ass and suddenly there are a lot of (poor/black) people needing you. And for a while it looked like Brownie will be able to skate. But alas, the media getting it's balls back pretty much pinned the federal fault on the head of FEMA. Where it rightfully belongs. Remains to be seen if there will be any fallout for the one that gave him his job.

Here's a timeline of Brownie's sad and unremarkable FEMA tenure.