Tyler Durden for Mayor

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Here’s a commemorative FEMA tarp thing we made for the 4-year anniversary of The Storm a few weeks back but it’s still there on the roof. A little melted, but there.

We didn’t live in NOLA yet when Katrina hit. In fact when we bought the house it still bore a home’s-worth of moldy, abandoned, heartbreaking reminders of a neighborhood washed away.

We can’t even pretend to know what that horror those survivors faced in the weeks after the storm — but respects to the dead, and prayers for the living, and please lord never let Americans fail our own people like that, ever again.

For the unawares, Brad Pitt has been doing for NOLA what his comely wife has been doing for Darfur: Bringing international attention to the crappiness of a situation and trying to make it better. He’s been making it right.

In the wasteland across St. Claude from our house in the Lower Ninth Ward, where an entire neighborhood’s worth of houses were levelled in a tsunami, the “Brad Pitt Houses” have started to pop up like mushrooms and caused a sensation among New Orleans residents and international architectural buffs alike. Twenty-six houses have arisen, and another 200 or so are slated for construction this coming year.

Now, a mayoral campaign has started.

Soap. I sell soap...-colored art projects outlining how many houses got knocked over by the Katrina tsunami and consequently ignored by Americas govt. Then I raise money for new sustainable housing and make sure it gets built, so low-income families can move back to the neighborhood they call home, except in architectural-wonder-type eco-structures. No big deal

Soap. I sell soap...-colored art projects outlining how many houses got knocked over by the Katrina tsunami and consequently ignored by America's govt. Then I raise money for new sustainable housing and make sure it gets built, so low-income families can move back to the neighborhood they call home, except in architectural-wonder-type eco-structures. No big deal

After all, the swaggering, punched-up, sleepless, inextinguishable leader of Fight Club certainly would win a City Hall fistfight with our notoriously greasy-palmed Ray Nagin.

The view from the roof:

Close-up of friend Laura Konarczak’s “Such and Such” bag lady:

“Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.” – Tyler Durden

(p.s. Brad, we are serious about the mayor thing. New Orleans loves you for giving a shit)

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