So, once again last night on TV, as I was going to sleep, I heard a reiteration of FEMA's declaration that should your house be swallowed up by flood waters, for 72 hours you are pretty much on your own, and can expect help only from the local cops and firefighters whose houses are, likewise, swallowed up by the flood waters. And this is policy. And policy, as we know, is a magical juju word to which we must tug a forelock and muttter "right you are, Guv."
And any number of talk show hosts and editorial pages and blogs happily line up behind this stand, anxious for any excuse to continue their important work of toadying the Bush administration. "72 hours, that's the policy, yup, yup, what can you do? Have no right to complain, after all it's the policy, the policy dontcha know."
To which I have to respond thusly: any policy which requires that American citizens and their kids and their sick old people sit on their roof without food or water or help for three days needs to be wadded up into a ball, lubricated liberally, and shoved straight up the ass of whichever incompetent , can't-do, bureaucrat wrote it.
Go get it. It's yummy.