Last night while watching the pregame, I became somewhat upset with all the dripping tributes to the victims of the flooding in New Orleans. I kinda took it personally because very little has been written or seen regarding the Gulf Coast that actually received the brunt of Katrina. I guess it just seems very lop-sided that we have to continually see all these images of New Orleans and hear about their plight when you can plainly see the actual devastation on the Coast.
Anyhoo, Jimmy Pete put me in my place this morning and it's been eating at me. He basically told me that I was an ass for not realizing that these folks are hurting too even though it was not from the hurricane, but from the rain. And he's right.
A bunch of folks in and around New Orleans WERE displaced. My heart goes out to those who have suffered. Please forgive my insensitivity. And I hope that sometime soon, you gain the intestinal fortitude that those on the Coast have. Damn, how they suffered even without getting a Spike Lee film made about them!
Now, on to the rant.
Okay, so your home was destroyed by some rain and flooding. This happens every year along ox-bow lakes in Mississippi. What to do about it? Let's see, how about NOT go to the same people that failed you to begin with? The government employed the people that put you in this predicament, do you actually want them to provide for you now? I'm sorry folks, but that just seems stupid.
Can you honestly say that even though the failure of the newly completed levee system was what caused your house to flood, you will still trust the folks that built the defective levee in the first place? I don't know about you, but that seems somewhat silly. Trust the government to make sure you're safe from something that just happened just over a year ago?
Consider that dead horse beaten.
And......I heard this song earlier today that so touched me that I just want to say, "Please Mr. Muslim, will you please stop doing stuff that causes our military to kill you?"
I do remember the feelings and thoughts that I had on September 11, 2001. I remember it like it was yesterday and I still feel the white-hot rage that I felt that day. If you have let your anger subside, I pity you.
Even more so now, the rest of the Third-World dictators are gearing up to pull together and rain down some real terror. Chavez and Abababollolapolooza have started mouthing off a little bit. I think that it's time for a bunch of our uneducated, lower income military boys and girls to swing around to their neighborhood and open a fifty-five gallon drum of whup-ass.
And to the victor go the spoils.
Where in the name of Hell is my $0.55 per gallon gasoline? I think that it's about time to start playing the game by our opponents standards and round up a bunch of loud-mouthed nasties and start lopping heads off. Let's start at Gitmo on those poor, tortured, peaceful Muslims.
Okay, that post just trailed off to nothing, but I do feel somewhat better. Peace out.
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