saw in New Orleans a few weeks ago? I work hard like most people and pay taxes. I don't like the idea of my money being taken and given away to those too lazy to help themselves. A few weeks ago I drove over to New Orleans to attend an Tea Party Rally and learn more about them. I lost my job because of the recession and am drawing unemployment so I had some time on my hands. I decided to drive through the Lower Ninth Ward to see what was going on there after the devestation of Hurricane Katrina and how our money was being used and found the following. I saw an old lady with a barbeque grill made from a 50 gallon drum cut in half. It was set up in front of her FEMA trailer. She was selling barbeque ribs and gumbo. I knew that this was illegal since it was in a residential neighborhood and figured that she wasn't paying tax on her income and that I was paying for her FEMA trailer. I stopped the car and got out for a closer look. Not only was she selling food, she was also selling Colt 45 Malt Liquor. To get some evidence on her I bought a rack of ribs and washed them down with a cold Colt 45. There were some guys playing blues music in the yard and they had a tip jar, I knew that they were not reporting this income and were probably collecting a welfare check so I decided to try and get some hard evidence on them. I dropped a dollar in the jar and said, "you are going to pay tax on this dollar, right?". They laughted and said that they would but the government would deduct it from their welfare check if they found out. So to try and fit into the group I went to the car and got my old Martin D35 guitar out and started playing along with them. While one of them was showing me some Howling Wolf guitar licks one of them wearing an Obama shirt offered me a marijuana cigarette. I thought I better take it so they would trust me. I didn't want to inhale but he was watching me so I did. I took another puff or two just to build his confidence. He told me that if I liked it he had some for sale. He said that he usually didn't sell dope but his job was gone because of the recession and his unemployment had run out and he couldn't find another job. To get the evidence on him I bought two quarter ounces of the stuff. All of a sudden I got hungry and bought a bowl of gumbo from the old lady even though I knew that she was just going to pocket the cash and not pay taxes, leaving the bill for her FEMA trailer for me and you. I packed up and went to the car and called the cops. When the policeman arrived who looked like James Earl Jones I explained to him that I was sick and tired of paying for all those lazy people not paying taxes, selling dope and operating illegal food stands. I showed him one of the bags of dope that Mr. Obama shirt sold me (I hid the other one in my guiatar case so I could show it to the DEA agent that I knew would be a the Tea Party Rally). I told him that I wanted to press charges against the old woman and Mr. Obama shirt. Maybe I shouldn't have called her a "tax evading of Bat" because it turned out that she was his Grandmother. I told him that I didn't give a rat's buttocks if she was Mother Theresa and that I wanted her arrested for not having a food permit and that I was going to call the IRS on her. That didn't go over very well and he told me that I was under arrest for public inoxication and pocession of mariquana. He told me that I had the right to remain silent and he handcuffed me and put me in the back of the cop car. Then the real truth came out. This guy was a RACIST. He told me that since I was too stupid to realize that these people were just trying to survive and that I didn't have enough sense to boil water that he was going to let me go on one condition. He told me that if I would get my White Stupid Asse out of New Orleans right now and never let him see my face again that I could go. I skipped the Rally and headed East back to Mississippi. I was afraid that James Earl Jones might change his mind and have me stopped again so I had to smoke up the rest of that dope that Obama Shirt sold me. I 'm sure glad I got another rack of ribs to go from that Old Bat.