While others lost everything, I stayed in FEMA-funded hotel rooms and lapped up pity from those who saw my Louisiana license plate. Instead of character, all I got out of Katrina was a party-friendly anecdote.
American political memories can be both impressively long and terribly short. And somewhere in the middle, minds start to change.
People prefer some of the most disliked people in politics to the Labour leader.
Baby Bush was a great president. According to his own museum, that is.
Weirdly, he didn't want to follow him to the police station.
He had a chance to change the world in a real way and he made in demonstrably worse.
Blood for oil? Bullshit.
Apparently it wasn't the huge waste of time everyone thinks it was.
And as hard as I tried, I'm glad I was never sent to spend time with the troops out there.
According to a committee in Kuala Lumpur who reckon they're better than the Hague.
He makes portraits of George Bush and Sarah Palin out of old porn rags.