Billy Nungesser has showed he can handle the spot light down on the bayou. Can the parish President turn his BP oil spill fame into something bigger?

Unless you’ve spent some time down here on the Gulf Coast, you’re unlikely to really understand the people that live down here. Hard scrabble is a way of life. Historically, we’ve had systemic attacks on our people, our culture and our environment. The hostility runs pretty deep down here because the history of maltreatment runs pretty deep. There are several historical events that you really need to understand to understand the people of Southeastern Louisiana and the surrounding areas

Despite claims by BP CEO Tony Hayward that the environmental impact of the BP oil spill will be “very, very modest”, the true magnitude of the destruction is now being seen, as a marsh with a twenty-four mile shoreline in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana.

If there’s a competition for most ecologically illiterate proposal of
the 21st Century, the Jindal-Nungesser plan must be a leading candidate.

Outside of Planet Jindal, turns out the shallows of the Gulf Coast are
the anterooms of the Coast’s aquatic nurseries. Digging them up to
protect against BP’s oil volcano makes as much sense as pulverizing
neonatal ICU’s entrances to protect against asbestos in the hospital
walls.

Moreover, what keeps grasses and trees rooted in riparian / tidewater
islets is *soil* – a living ecosystem. Not fill dirt. Jindal’s
proposed barrier islands will have all the viability of mine tailing
mounds sprayed with fertilizer and grass seeds: a combination that
will sprout seeds on your roof, but will never grow a lawn.

Oh – the sediment that eco-idiots Nussgesser and Jindal want to dig up has one other small problem. That sediment that washes down the Lower Mississippi? The sediment that forms the shallows is thoroughly mixed with long-lasting deadly persistent organic pollutants. The very same “shallows” Nungesser and Jindal want to heap up in piles off Louisiana’s already poisoned coast: the perfect mechanism to ensure winds, tides, and hurricanes carry the once-buried toxins inland to the marshes and wetlands these crackpots purport to be saving.