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Slash and Burn

Posted on July 14, 2007 by Varg

So it seems the reorganization is the way the local politicos are going. I think that sucks. So does Schroeder.

What ever happened to resignations? There was Rummy and … Rummy.

Well the reorganization isn’t sitting with me. I demand Ed’s resignation.

I’ve read Stacy Head’s letter to Clay stating that the reorganization is better than resignation. I also notice in the letter that she said:

Calling for Mr. Jordan’s resignation, while potentially making me feel
good, will have absolutely no positive impact on the operations of his
office. A recall and an impeachment are likewise futile efforts.

I notice she never says why the resignation would be worse than the reorganization.

It’s impossible for anyone to know what might be better. I do know that resignation is a swift and powerful method of accomplishing things.

I do wonder why only one local politician came forward and demanded Ed resign. And I speculate that it might be the rest of them wanting that sort of community-led insurrection off the table. They might not want it to be an option. They don’t want people to believe that they can gather their ire and do some old fashion storming of the Bastille. New Orlenians are good at that. We have a street in town named after some rebellious Frenchmen. City politicians want the citizens in the political realm – investigations, elections and restructuring – where they can use their tools to divide us and make us come around to their points of view rather than them coming around to ours.

Bullshit.

He should resign.

He should be the first priority of a slash and burn political movement here in New Orleans, designed to force resignations, recalls and hold politicians accountable to the people. We give you lots of slack, but when you are exposed as anything less than a servant to your electorate your ass gots to go. No Good Ole Boys allowed. No Cousins either.

Of course, credit goes to Stacy Head for even responding to Clay’s e-mails. My main man James Carter didn’t even bother to shoot me something back. His office didn’t respond when I asked to be added to their e-mail list at the end of May either. I have no idea what his position is in the whole thing but I certainly hope he isn’t continuing to support a DA who is blatantly incompetent across the board and even the Mayor seems to think he is performing his job poorly. Even a no comment stance isn’t acceptable.

I guess I will fire off an e-mail to Carter on Monday.

EDIT: I rewrote the paragraph that started with “I do wonder” because I realized the way I wrote it was unclear.

10 thoughts on “Slash and Burn”

  1. ashley says:
    July 14, 2007 at 3:30 pm

    That’s “Jimmy” Carter.

  2. Schroeder says:
    July 14, 2007 at 7:20 pm

    Right. Carter has been finding his legs as a Councilmember on crime issues, and doing an extremely commendable job. His silence on Jordan is disappointing.

  3. Varg says:
    July 14, 2007 at 7:47 pm

    I’ll make reference to that in the letter.

  4. Karen says:
    July 14, 2007 at 10:09 pm

    Storm the Cabildo monday morning

  5. bayoustjohndavid says:
    July 15, 2007 at 12:46 am

    Carter doesn’t seem to think that responding to email is part of a councilman’s job. When the pay raise for city employees was proposed I wrote him as both a concerned resident and an angry laid-off worker. He didn’t respond, but Stacy Head (who’s not my rep, I emailed as a member of the budget committe) did.

    As a p***ed-off former employee, I asked how the city could justify across-the-board raises when the huge pay raises for upper level staff (at the start of Nagin’s first term)made the top level pay so out of line with that of the regular work force. For some reason, the Picayune waited until AFTER the raises were approved to report on that. As a resident, I asked about possible better uses for the money — including replacing laid off civilian employees of the NOPD. I included the email in my Oct. 4, 2006 post.

    Not only have I have not heard answer to my repeated question about whether it’s true that patrol levels have been affected by more officers performing administrative duties, I’ve barely heard anybody ask it. The answer may well be that they’ve had no effect, but it’s worth asking because hiring more policemen takes more than just money. However, the city could replace office clerks on Tulane avenue and people who answer phones in police stations as soon as it took the money from some other part of the budget.

    I bring that all up, because I think Schroeder is mistaken about Carter doing a commendable job on crimes issues. He’s attended a lot of high profile meetings, but he hasn’t asked the money questions.

  6. ashley says:
    July 15, 2007 at 11:26 am

    As I said, silence on this issue is tacit approval of Jordan.

    Therfore, the other Cynthia, Oliver, and Carter all support Jordan.

  7. Varg says:
    July 15, 2007 at 12:11 pm

    If that is so, it’s a similar situation to Jordan’s firing of Connick’s staff and the Presidents firing of attorneys – a case of politics interfering with justice.

  8. mikesmiley says:
    July 16, 2007 at 8:51 am

    I read Stacey’s responce as demanding his resignation was unattainable. Who actually has the power to enforce that demand?

  9. ashley says:
    July 16, 2007 at 4:02 pm

    Well, Head and Fielgood (both lawyers, by the way) are calling for a “special prosecutor” has no jurisdiction, and no teeth. Same with Jordan’s fellow DAs. You think they’ll stab one of their own in the back?

    Midura is the only one with cojones.

  10. Varg says:
    July 16, 2007 at 4:50 pm

    Well, her and the Chinese.

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Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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