Groundhog Day
I'm about to let off a little steam here. What with dealing with the debris from Hurricane Charley, and now, with the prospect of Hurricane Frances swallowing the penile state whole, well, it's a bit much.
The immediate target of this imminent ventation is not FEMA, although it might as well be. Rather it is Charlotte County's emergency manager, Wayne Sallade. Wayne's brilliance is on display here:
With a mother of a hurricane like Frances due in a day or two, we find it disheartening that in Wayne's World, it's Friday, August 13, 2004, all day, every day. Not a word about anything past the hour when Chicken Little's prophecy came true, his ship came in, and he got his picture taken with the President.
After all, keeping us apprised of what might happen is only part of the Emergency Manager's job. He's also supposed to be managing things like debris removal, which is happening so slowly that people who survived Charley are likely to get killed by its debris, as it turns into high speed buzzsaws driven by the oomph of Frances.
It's one thing to "manage" emergencies. One can certainly understand that disasters may exceed the managerial prowess of even Mr. Sallade. But since Wayne got hit by media lightning, residents of his county are all potential victims of his crisp new status.
The immediate target of this imminent ventation is not FEMA, although it might as well be. Rather it is Charlotte County's emergency manager, Wayne Sallade. Wayne's brilliance is on display here:
Wayne Sallade, Charlotte County’s emergency management director, met Saturday with the Army Corps of Engineers and the Federal Emergency Management Agency to develop plans to put hundreds of 14-foot, three-bedroom trailers on 90 acres next to the Charlotte County jail on Airport Road, just east of Interstate 75.Given that Mr. Sallade has spent most of his post hurricane time giving lengthy interviews to every bit of media that has the dullness of wit to bother with him, and when not facing batteries of microphones, has been sucking the long dong of FEMA in virtually every paper in the nation, it is hardly a surprise that he's not found time to update the emergency information on his county's Office of Emergency Management Website.
With a mother of a hurricane like Frances due in a day or two, we find it disheartening that in Wayne's World, it's Friday, August 13, 2004, all day, every day. Not a word about anything past the hour when Chicken Little's prophecy came true, his ship came in, and he got his picture taken with the President.
After all, keeping us apprised of what might happen is only part of the Emergency Manager's job. He's also supposed to be managing things like debris removal, which is happening so slowly that people who survived Charley are likely to get killed by its debris, as it turns into high speed buzzsaws driven by the oomph of Frances.
It's one thing to "manage" emergencies. One can certainly understand that disasters may exceed the managerial prowess of even Mr. Sallade. But since Wayne got hit by media lightning, residents of his county are all potential victims of his crisp new status.
posted by Tom Matrullo at Wednesday, September 01, 2004
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