It's sad, but predictable, that Bush has compassion in the aftermath, when he lacked it previously. The White House is partly to blame for the
disaster.
When you refuse to allocate funds, infrastructure crumbles, levvies break.
Why weren't they properly maintained and upgraded as they should have been? The White House didn't care before. Now they care, because it's too
late to save lives, but it's never too late to promote your agenda and put forth a positive media image.
Somebody should have br ought a TV camera when LA was asking for money to fix the levvies. In the harsh glare of public scrutiny, this prick of a
POTUS turns into a regular mudda' Theresa.
Politicians are as two-faced as they come. This one's a prime specimen. The vacation thing is really a sore spot for me too. He gets paid 6
figures a year, and gets to live in that sweet taxpayer funded residence, with all his taxpayer funded security and maids and whatnot, and the
ungrateful bastard spends HALF his time on vacation! If I had that job, I would see it as my responsibility to give my utmost. I'd be drinking a
lot of coffee, occasionally catching a nap in the oval office, bouncing, bleary-eyed from problem to problem, trying desperately to earn my keep, and
earn the respect of the American people. This man is STEALING from the taxpayers, and getting away with it. Maybe he has a secret medical condition,
or several, like JFK. Maybe he needs skin transplants to keep his scales from showing.

I have no idea.
The man is a joke, his administration is a joke, and his condolences should turn sour the instant they hit the ears of those effected by this tragedy.
They needed him to help prevent the disaster by allocating funds to shoreline defense. He failed to help.
Now he's going to try to capitalize on the disaster, and put up this illusion of usefullness.
This president is about as useful to the American people as my cat is to my household. Entertainment value is just about the only justification I can
come up with as to why I keep feeding the greedy little bastard. There's a limit, however, to the usefullness inherent in a creature that's solely
entertaining.
My cat would comment, but like the POTUS, he's sleeping right now, blissfully unconcerned, safe, warm, protected. Like the POTUS, he doesn't really
have to do anything to earn his keep. He just keeps running headlong into things, making me laugh, and I keep feeding him, partly out of a
deep-seated protective instinct, and partly out of pity. I know he could never make it in the real world, so I act charitably. I don't think the
taxpayers should ever be in this situation, which is unfortunate, because they most certainly are right now.