The Cons are Coming, Retire Now! / March 2014
|Yours Truly in a Swamp|
The Cons are Coming, Retire Now!
by Leonard Earl Johnson
|Governor's Lift Baton Rouge|
The young couple edged away, inspecting the mule team pulling His Excellency blowing farts in our faces.
|Krewe du Vieux New Orleans First Carnival Parade|
"It will be harder for them if you already are getting a check," she called after them.
"Jindal thinks he can whip us like a mule team proving himself master of the voters. Wee-the-people pulling his weasel-ass up on the Republican National lap by the sting of his economic lash."
Bean-counting demographers, flood-mapping cartographers, and L. A. Norma agree on one thing, New Orleans population is drowning on the coastline and shifting along The River towards Baton Rouge. Since Katrina, five thousand daily commute this route. North by Northwest lies New Orleans' future faubourgs, and Governor Bobby Jindal turned down a Federal grant to build a commuter line. If the Feds build it, he sagely observed, "We would still have to run it."
"His people are soulless members of 'America Next,' from D. C., or local true-believers with torches and pitchforks. They do not care one wit about good government. They mostly do not even believe there is such a thing. Government that governs in chaos is their idea of government that governs best."
Norma does not like Bobby Jindal.
One night at a Faubourg Marigny Association party in Buffa's back room, we ate, schmoozed and drank to music like it was first meant to be heard. Acoustic Guitarist/Banjo man, Mike Dill, poured life into an old boxer song about the great Boom Boom Mancini, a killer and a man. Cheers from here to the bandstand!
"Fitting," Norma told everyone who cared and some who did not, "he has a three-day headstart on this year's penance. The Vatican will be pleased."
In good spirits again
We attended the Historic New Orleans Collection, Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra's extravaganza, POSTCARDS FROM PARIS (filmed for airing later by Louisiana Public Broadcast), inside the Basilica of Saint Louis Cathedral.
Everything was heavenly, but the Doctor Michael White arrangement of Sidney Bechet's 'Petite Fleur' made musical history. White was on clarinet; Anthony Brown, banjo; Kerry Lewis, double bass. The spirit of Bechet and a thousand other musicians blessed their notes. "Fit for Himself and us too," Norma whispered. We stayed afterwards and lit a candle for the evening.
We attended the Faubourg Marigny Improvement Association's monthly meeting and potluck where a representative from Krewe du Vieux spoke on the matter of being a good Carnival neighbor. An artist/former Park Service guide off Amtrak's line to Chicago rose to speak against so many penises in the parade. There are paper mache phalluses riding on floats; a sub- Krewe of Sperm marching with huge spermatozoa on sticks held high over their heads; and, some years, a band of jolly phalos-costumed celebrants marching from side to side and on down the street.
No one spoke in support of the poor male member. Till Norma stood, "I wish to say a word in favor of penises," she said, and then sat down. The meeting adjourned with the future of the penis in Faubourg Marigny unsettled.
Copyright, 2014, Leonard Earl Johnson, all rights reserved