Jesus, George, slow down a little
Dubya, you got two switches on your console: off or on. Apparently, you're on now. Wow. I hear you're going to build dream homes for a whole bunch of folks and that you want me to pay my part. Did you talk to anybody about this first, or was it something you came up with on the plane? Because...
George, you said you were wrong, but then you kept talking! Wrong people ought to shut up. Listen. You and your Feds were No Call No Show. People died. Now you got to show me, and I don't mean the bill.
Understand something. You and your Feds didn't save the people of the Gulf coast, the people of the Gulf coast did. It's not that you were late. It's that you didn't come. Didn't call. Broke major promises. And when got here, looked around, came back with just the thing. A speech.
You learned from this event that you need to spend more money. We learned from this event that you need to put your hand back in your pocket and get out of the way--we're busy.
Regarding toilets. Fecal matter was the greatest enemy of the people, and the solution was plastic garbage bags, kitchen size. Each bag holds 8 pounds. A box of 100 holds 800 lbs. Best if placed in a 5 gallon bucket with a toilet seat, but will do in a pinch by the handheld method. Handles all forms of human waste plus toilet paper without water. When it's full, after 3-4 uses, the bag is tied, and placed in a larger, stronger bag, until the whole shabang fits in one Lawn Hefty. Safer, cleaner, faster, cheaper than portable outdoor toilets.
This is where you start, George. With the basics. You don't go straight to the dream home. You think first about poo and pee. Then a roof. Maybe a bite to eat. See. This is where you start.
Living in the Homeland is a lot scarier than it was when I lived in America.