As the screwups in the wake of Katrina become ever clearer, those responsible maneuver to avoid the political fallout...
The Buck Stops
Somewhere Else
Old Harry Truman had a sign
That sat upon his desk;
His thinking a-bout leadership
The sign straight out expressed;
Four little words were on that sign,
Their message true and clear;
The told you who to praise and blame,
They said: ‘The buck stops here."
The buck stops here,
The buck stops here,
The sign made clear,
The buck stops here.
But nowadays another view
Pervades a new White House;
Because Katrina’s pain has spawned
A universal grouse;
The poor Gulf Coast ain’t doing well,
Ain’t doing well at all;
And someone for this fi-as-co
Has gotta take the fall.
The buck stop here?
Now, now, be fair.
Let’s all just hug
And share a prayer.
They finger point at local folks
Or clerks who work for FEMA;
They photo op the man in charge
And paint him a redeemer;
The guilt here will all roll downhill,
There’ll be no big admissions;
The faults here will be parsed and spread
By bevies of commissions.
You need not fear
That this affair
Will make blame clear.
No buck stops here....
Ever!
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