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I don't have anything more to say about the mess down in the Gulf States. Don't have any relatives down there, and the one friend I do have in the region was sensible and left for higher, drier ground before her place got smacked. I've seen e-mail from her since Katrina hit, so I guess she's okay. Not so sure about her family, which is IIRC from down around Gulfport. She'll check in when she's good and ready.

I'm also done with partisan wrangling over what Mayor Nagin/Governor Blanco/President Bush/Lord Cthulhu coulda/shoulda/woulda done before/during/after New Orleans turned into a big sewage pit and the coastal towns in Mississippi and Alabama just vanished. Some men you just can't reach, as the Road Boss memorably said. There are plenty of people all over the blogosphere thumping those particular tubs for the Elephant and Donkey parties already, and I'm not inclined to join the chorus from here on out. Got enough on my plate already, maybe more than enough, and I really need to buckle down and tend to those things before I get all riled up again over who did what to whom when, or who failed to do it.

In other news, I'd been mulling a post on why I don't have any interest whatsoever in going to the Renaissance Festival, but I see that I don't need to write it now. James Lileks already did. Scroll down to the last paragraph, where Gnat nails it.