Some Cats DON'T Know...

A few months ago I wrote a piece on the wisdom and life of William Sloane Coffin and how it affected me. I used a title from a song by Leiber & Stoller that I first heard done by Liza Minelli but which has also been done by many others, including Peggy Lee... It's a great song with all the right innuendo and I can't ever listen to it without taking a sort of self-delusional pride in the sense that I am myself one of those "cats."

But that's another story and NOT what this column is about.

[For another tidbit of something that this column is NOT about (namely the flag patch on the Lieutenant General's right arm) go to George Washington's Cousin... Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.]

What THIS column IS about is a guy - one of a never ending governmental list - who is definitely NOT one of those cats who know. He's one of those cats, like Mike Brown, or Michael Chertoff, or Fearless Leader... oops I mean THAT Fearless Leader who have so much to say at the beginning but are foiled in the end by their very own material.

The facts are... as they were, continue to be, and will probably be in the future... that the work on the New Orleans levees by the Army Corps of Engineers was, is, and will most likely continue to be, substandard, dangerous, and downright immoral in its inadequacy, incompleteness, and ineptitude. Therefore... Lt. Gen. Carl Strock, head of the Corps, is doing what every good soldier throughout history has done; he's falling on his sword... Oh wait... no he's not! My mistake... he's taking early retirement and will no doubt find a way to parlay his post-Katrina experience into consulting and speaking engagements at astronomical rates. Of course it also means that he removes himself from the scene of the crime before another storm takes it out on his latest handiwork.

The only people even more clueless than this bunch would have to be these folks buying ads through Google that point to this blog.

Some cats... are dogs (and not in a good way).