The other night I got home from a day at the office (thankfully a rare occurence) and my friend called to tell me it was Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras. I found some purple beads—couldn't find the green and gold ones to go with them—and headed downtown. No one was out celebrating, and I couldn't figure out what was up. Then I walked into a bar with a TV and realized that not only was it Fat Tuesday, it was also Super Tuesday.
The nerve of the networks to override a real and tangible holiday with coverage of an unreal and intangible non-holiday. As if the election process means anything anymore, if it ever did.
New Orleans deserves better.
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