It's getting worse. I woke up this morning, hoping those poor people had miraculously been evacuated. Hoping the Dept. of Homeland Security could justify the $50 billion they spent over the last four years, specifically on disaster preparedness, and suddenly have a swifter, more coordinated and effective effort underway.
Those poor people. It's hard to stop thinking about them. Some guy was quoted yesterday as saying that New Orleans will rebuild itself. Who the hell cares if it rebuilds? I couldn't care less if anybody ever lives there again. Towns don't rebuild themselves. People rebuild the towns. The people there need immediate help and, for whatever reason, help is not getting there fast enough. Maybe no matter how responsive the rescue operations, it wouldn't be fast enough.
When they are all rescued, then will come the time for jokes about a town being a tough old broad, ready to rebuild itself.
I think I'll take the weekend off from blogging. It seems like the right thing to do. I have to read three chapters by Saturday morning for study group, and I ought to spend the rest of the time with my little family.
Real life is very sad a lot of the time. Damn free will! Bush is an unnatural disaster causing destruction with every decision.
Posted by: BB | September 02, 2005 at 10:24 AM
Rest up, Pammy. Take a nap with Daisy. Let BB spoil you. Give Bunny some chores.
Many blessings to you...
Posted by: GraceD | September 02, 2005 at 04:40 PM