dear barbara bush

after reading your comment about "Things Working Out "Very Well" for Poor Evacuees from New Orleans" i almost choked. then i laughed. a really good heartfelt bellow of a laugh. because it all made sense. how dumb your son is. how fucked in the head your husband is. how they can even exist as if there is no one dying everday because of their choices.

and your privilege astonishes me. how you sit so pretty and dainty and without blood on your palms - just neat white gloves - somehow ignoring your hand in all of this. you should've told him Barb. when he was sleeping. when he was brushing his teeth. when he was shaving. you should have warned him across the breakfast table. or during tea. when you were walking thru customs or headed to a dinner party with the neighbors. Barb, as a woman and a mother it is your birthrite to protect the children. all of them. even that idiot son of yours. i mean, when he went AWOL, i'm sure you were there to comfort him, right?

instead, you laugh. like a beast is rumbling in your belly. how do you sleep? better yet, how do you dream without the nightmares tearing open your soul and feasting on the nothingness that roots your family tree? and when you laughed mother bush. added to an already asinine comment - "What I’m hearing is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality."And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this--this (she chuckles slightly) is working very well for them." -- i thought the world would open from the bottom and swallow you whole. atleast, i know that's what you wished would have happened. to think your hospitality was genuine was the biggest mistake, you cannot buy your way into heaven Barb, only hell. and by the look of things, your family will be treated well there.

sincerely,

m.l. browne