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Right now folks in Fargo, North Dakota, are facing a record Red River crest, a flood which the word "catastrophic" does not over describe. They're confronting it at the tag end of a week of brutal labor in freezing weather by ordinary citizens, officials, and their National Guard. They're filling and humping sandbags, moving stuff out of the likely wet places, and generally trying to take care of themselves.
Fargo Mayor Dennis Walaker sets the tone by telling the national media "We don't want to go down, but if we do we'll go down swinging." You often hear such stuff in this part of the world where bunches of unpussified people living in the same town consider themselves part of a "community."
And that reminds me again of how badly I wanted to turn New Orleans over my lap and give it a damned good spanking. Still do, but then I'm routinely accused of harboring extended grudges against candy-ass whiners.
Fargo will apply for the usual federal disaster money when it's all over. But they won't accuse the new President of making the river rise because he hates non-minorities. And they won't defecate all over the floor of their public shelters while demanding that President Obama hurry up and make the river go down.
Good luck, Fargo.
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