Who Says They Don't Care About New Orleans?

We're not even worth a mention in the State of the Union. We weren't part of the Democrats' "First 100 Hours." The only time the city seemingly gets in the news these days is when the media runs a story about the crime rate, corruption, or lack of assistance making it into the hands of people who need it the most. All bad news--enough to make you want to give up.

But at least one media outlet still cares. At least one media outlet is looking out for the city. At least one outlet still has its finger on the issues that still face this city.

Yes, that's right:

Maxim magazine has given the "F**K DA EAGLES" girl her own photo shoot.

Thanks for all the help guys. Oh yeah, and to use the words of Homer Simpson, "In case you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic."

Local politicians and victims are now having trouble finding media forums, but she sure went from being a nobody to photo-shoot girl in the span of about 15 seconds.

But, in all seriousness, Maxim may be on to something. Maybe this is how we can recapture the attention of the American public. Semi-hot women and profanity.

Maybe we can get some of our sexier citizens to stand on the sites of the levee breaches and wear "F**K FEMA" t-shirts. Then maybe they can stand in front of the court houses with "F**K DA D.A." shirts. Then they could visit the Insurance Commissioner and the "Road Home" people to lend a hand. Then they can visit David Vitter, who is more likely to supply a soundbite about same-sex marriage or supporting Iraq than he is about Katrina (unless he's taking pot-shots at Kathleen Blanco), and remind him of his constituents' priorities.

I think we're on to something here. After all, it's what they expect from us, right? Scantily-clad hotties with loose morals? Isn't that what Mardi Gras is all about?

Oh yeah, still being sarcastic. Sort of.