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"Never question the heart of a champion," said Rudy T.

Let's look at the definition of champion for a moment:

1. One that wins first place or first prize in a competition.
2. One that is clearly superior or has the attributes of a winner: a champion at teaching.
3. An ardent defender or supporter of a cause or another person: a champion of the homeless.
4. One who fights; a warrior.

Well, this is sure to make the wires and push out the good stories coming from my city with regards to welcoming in refugees...

Weary, frustrated evacuees whose patience already was stretched to the limit by Katrina's wrath felt even more hopeless Wednesday as they were turned away from the Reliant Astrodome, where they sought shelter after state officials announced the landmark could be used by those displaced from New Orleans' Superdome.

Storm victims who made it to Houston on their own instead of being evacuated by bus from New Orleans were not allowed past the Astrodome's gates.

"We have nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep," fumed Rhonda Calderon of New Orleans, still crammed in a Nissan Maxima with seven other people after a 14-hour drive. "We came to Houston seeking shelter. Our kids are hungry. We have no gas. What do we do?"

The Astrodome was the fifth shelter Calderon and her family had visited.

"Everybody keeps turning us away," she said.

Maybe Ray Nagin should quit with the bodycounts and the pottymounth on CNN for a few minutes and assign someone (possibly himself) to assist with the Red Cross in getting their shit together to make sure that bureacratic bullshit doesn't keep people from getting help. These are his people we're trying to deal with, and if we're not handling them right, we'd love for someone elected by a majority of them to be responsible for them to kindly let us know.

You know, Bush thanked us last night. We, as a city, won't just wait around for the rest of the country to follow suit. We'll try harder to earn it.

There are some, however, who are just going by the playbook like robots. Well-intentioned people incapable of seeing the bigger picture, and that's what's resulting in the Astrodome hitting all the headlines and these folks getting turned away.

Well, Red Cross, what did you expect? Desperate people to just sit idly by while their mayor babbles like a retard about bodycounts, swearing like a sailor, and generally explaining with his incompetence the evils of voting for someone on race-lines?

The last thing we need in this city are beaming, smiling volunteers working hard at telling people to piss off. Not only is it wrong, but there's a bunch of television reporters in Crawford who no longer have Mama Moonbat to rub against and would love nothing more to keep up their nasty brand of journalism to find fault with an entire city.

I agree that those who hinder relief efforts or make magnanimous offers of aid and then yank the welcome mat back on technicalities to be uncompassionate simple-minded hypocritical pond scum, and they should be shamed with every microphone, camera, stenopad, and cave painting available. They need the journalistic equivalent of a James Byrd done to them to let everyone else know that the goal to to help. But seeking only those stories out and ignoring the good is sensationalist news, poor journalism, and a failure to inform the public or serve the public trust.

Can we consider these so-called journalists who seek out only the bad in our town to be looters, too? Picking through the events of the day, hauling away tales of misery and incompetence like water-logged vandals with a stack of Nikes in all the wrong sizes, and heading off to their hidey-hole to leer over their ill-gotten gain?

There's a song by Robert Palmer that comes to mind that begins:

Johnny's always running around, trying to find the good in things.

Houston's opening its symbolic heart, the Astrodome, to help people. But The antijohnny Journalists will do their best to find the ugly, nasty angles of it.

I repeat: "Never question the heart of a champion," said Rudy T.

Enron's "Crooked E" is long gone. Compaq, Continental, and other major job-shedding local employers have stopped bleeding jobs for a while now. Yes, we're all fat, but we don't see you cutting back on the calories while you stuff your faces while living on your networks' expense accounts.

Count your supply of tapes. There's more good going on here that can fit on them. If you think that leaves room for the bad, that's your decision. But remember - if you look down your noses at our city or you keep sticking them in only where you think bad news will be instead of reporting in a fair and balanced fashion, we'll remind you of another quote from Rudy: "AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

That's from when he was on the wrong end of Kermit Washington's fist.

All those hotel rooms you use to cover this "story" in your usual miserable and nasty style can easily be handed over to the refugees who need them. Charity may begin again in your temporary home.

There are people needing help. That's the story. Help them get the help they need, or hightail it back to your hellholes.