“He acts like an animal, has an animal’s habits! Eats like one, moves
like one, talks like one!” Blanche DuBois didn’t know how true her words were
and how well they apply to a cesspool called New Orleans. The trolley that ran from Mardi Gras to
Southern Decadence traveled from drunken profligacy to sadistic perversion. The quaint French Quarter is hardly the home
of saints. Now that the streetcar has
derailed off its tracks, the true nature of the degenerate lifestyle that
tolerates, condones and favors predatory behavior has lost any residue of
desire. The pillaging of marauding thugs
would make Idi Amin proud. By what
stretch of common decency are virtuous citizens obligated to sympathize with the
plight of self-induced barbarism?
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