27 November 2005 at 09:51 PM

frick you you fricking fricks.

I don’t give a damn what the hell you Yankees/Texans do, do it in your own yard, and shut the frick up. We don’t care what you do, and we don’t want your damned PVC sided beige square houses uglying up our town. Go home, and quit looking at my home as simply a chance to line your wallets.

I’m so glad all you Chicagoans have figured out exactly how to fix New Orleans. Look at your own nasty city and explain why you can’t deal with the snow other than to throw tons of salt on the road, and why you can’t buy a beer for under $5. frick you, you fricking fricks.

What about you fricks that don’t want to rebuild NOLA because we’re below sea level. Well, frickheads, then we shouldn’t have rebuilt that cesspool Chicago after the fire, that Sodom San Francisco after the earthquakes, Miami after endless hurricanes, or New York because it’s a magnet for terrorists.

And frick Kansas, Iowa, and your fricking tornados.

frick you, San Antonio. You aren’t getting our Saints. When I get to the Alamo, I’m taking a piss on it. You probably go to funerals and hit on the widow. Classless fricks.

frick you Houston and Atlanta. No matter how many of our residents you steal, how many of our events you pilfer, you still ain’t got no culture. One of our neighborhoods has more character than all of your pathetic cookie-cutter suburbs laid end to end. frick you, frick you all.

frick you Tom Benson. I hate you on so fricking many levels, but the main one is this: they aren’t your Saints, they’re ours. The NEW frickING ORLEANS Saints. All you had to do was say that you were coming back. But you didn’t. You had to frick around to try to get more money. frick you, you greedy bastardo. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you have phased out all of the merchandise that has the state of Louisiana on it. Don’t think we haven’t noticed how hard it is to get some Saints merchandise that actually says “New Orleans” on it. frick you, frick San Antonio, frick your whole fricking family. And if you and Rita think that anybody is going to patronize your car dealerships, then you got another thing coming, frickface.

frick you New York. You lose a neighborhood and get scads of federal aid. We lose an entire frickING COAST, and the freespending W administration finally decides to become fiscally responsible. And frick you all for taunting the New Orleans Saints fans, who have to deal with playing a home game in the Meadowlands. frick you, you classless motherfrickers. New Orleans donates a fire engine to the FDNY after 9/11, and you give us shite. frick you, frick your town, frick your residents, frick your politicians. You. All. Suck.

frick you governess Blanco. Get your act together. Get a clue, or at least hire somebody who does.

frick you army corps of engineers. You are so full of yourself, and you don’t have clue fricking one. Building levees on jello. You should be tried and convicted of treason, or mass murder. frick you all, let’s give our money to the Dutch – they seem to have this shite figured out.

frick the Bush administration. Putting Mike Brown in charge of FEMA, you clueless fricking scalawag. You said “we will do what it takes”. Then do it.

Now.

Bitch.

Ashley Morris Blog

quote:
The late, great Ashley Morris struck a chord with displaced Louisianans when he wrote his famous FYYFF post three months after Katrina and the federal flood disaster. It was a perfectly timed rant that resonated among bloggers focused on New Orleans, and passionately expressed their common frustrations. FYYFF became a touchstone within the local blogging community, and Morris’ blog became a “must read” for many New Orleanians.