It’s over.Forget Bush’s failures, FEMA’s pitiful responses, the Louisiana governor’s petty politics. There’s good news: as of late yesterday we’ve done all we can do. Entertainment Tonight sent Richard Simmons into New Orleans to deal with the damn flood. I saw it. Dressed in his short-shorts, his spangley t-top, his frizzed out nest of thinning hair shifting in the breeze, Richard came, saw, whimpered, murmured “my home,” and crossed himself at the church he used to attend when he was growing up not far from the French Quarter oh so many many years ago. Never mind he caused an older woman looking for her family to cry silently after he demanded she say “It’s going to be all right,” to him. Never mind that he put his face on her heaving bosom while she looked away, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Never mind that he pulled uncomprehending children, who had no idea who he was, to him, and kissed their little heads while they tried to get away. Never mind any of it. Because he brought himself to that decimated city, and that was enough.
The stars have arrived in New Orleans; can the sun be far behind?
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A lot of the people at the Superdome and Convention Center looked like they could use Simmons' and his Sweatin' To The Oldies.
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