We are in the worst emergency in the recorded history of this county. The worst. We are making national headlines because people are suffering.  The Brazos River is flooding like never before and we are expecting heavy rain today and tomorrow.  Even most of those who didn’t flood have lost electricity or can’t get to work because of the flooding.

In short, we are neck deep in misery.

Who is in charge when there’s an emergency in county?  The county judge. In our case, he’s not a judge.  He’s a high school graduate with a fake college degree who got elected county judge.  His name is Bob Hebert. It’s pronounced A-Bear but it should be pronounced Tone Deaf Butthole.

My Democratic county commissioner hasn’t gotten but a couple hours sleep for the past three days and is literally helping people pull stuff out of their flooding houses.  He’s taking food to the shelters and to the emergency workers.  Because that’s what decent human beings do.

But, my rich Republican county judge?  Oh, he’s on a cruise.  Bad enough, right?  Oh no.  He’s rubbing our wet noses it in.  Facebook.

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Hey Bob, come home!  You can catch fish out your office window!

Why would you post pictures like that?  Why would you rub people’s noses in the fact that even people who aren’t flooded can’t get out of their neighborhoods because all the streets are flooded?  What the hell is wrong with this guy?  He’s eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of hungry children.

And when someone made a sarcastic comment, here was his answer …

 

 

He’s phoning it in.  Holy cow.

I hate Republicans.  I just hate them.

On a side note, the men and women at Emergency Management truly are doing an outstanding job.  Maybe it’s a blessing that Hebert isn’t here to screw things up.

UPDATE:

The local newspaper came out about 2 hours ago and Judge Hebert is quoted this morning —

 

Is that supposed to be funny?  I know funny and that is not funny.

But, at 1:45, the whining worked and his happy butt is coming home.

 

 

I swear to all that is holy that if he calls out the sheriff’s department helicopter to pick him up at the airport, I will be on him like green on grass.