I've Got a New Computer While New Orleans Doesn't Have Shit...i.e. I am a bastard
To those of you who don't read titles of things (a category to which I fit soundly as I never read titles of anything), I have a new computer. It's great. Seriously. It is. It's a desktop. It has a fully functional i, k, 8, and comma. It has a flat monitor that makes me feel all space age, so every time I sit in front of it, I have to giggle and say loudly, "CAN YOU HEAR ME, MAJOR TOM?" I can read my favorite blogs in comfort and download obscure music from obscure bands and feel like the quintessential indie yuppie.
And I can read articles on the New York Times about the effects of the hurricane and feel like a total tool. So there's that. And it pretty much all but ruins the whole thing, if you know what I'm saying.
As far as the hurricane news goes, I tried to ignore it for as long as I could. For one thing, ever since 9/11, I have tried to avoid CNN and its ilk like the plague, as I know what that hideous station did to me then, and I sure as hell don't want it to do it again. So I ignored the hurricane until my mother pretty much made me turn on the TV and see what was going on. Now I am transfixed by it, and I read everything I can find on it, and I feel all these complex, strange, over-analytical feelings about the events and the people they are happening to that go beyond empathy and compassion and into something else entirely that is not a little bit scary. An hour passes, and I rush to cnn.com or some such, desperate for more information, for more analysis, for one more view of somebody getting mad and asking a tough question. Part of me has gone mad, and part of my mind is constantly thinking of things that I could do, little unskilled me stuck in my comfy house in Northern California. Hurricane Katrina and all its heartache and woe has taken me over in a myriad little ways, and I cannot help but give those people part of me and my worthless time.
So here's my question: Why isn't George Bush doing this? What the hell is wrong with that man? How is he, the leader of this country, one of the only people around who doesn't seem to give a shit about anything? Anyone who knows me knows that I have never really liked the man--in fact, I've pretty much despised him for the complete duration of his presidency--but this goes beyond the pale. He and his merry gang of spin doctors and con artists have fucked with America for too long: he has killed people with his negligence, his selfishness, and his neverending ineptitude. He has proved himself as a wink and smile president, a king of the photo op, a master of the too little and the too late.
I don't know if there is anyway to impeach him for this, but I swear to God, I want him out. We need to show him that America is not a land of it'll-be-all-right-in-the-end pussies, but rather a country full of compassionate, hard-working folks, who'll work their asses off to help those who need it. Right here, right now, I'm telling you, my big old American t-bones: I WANT MY COUNTRY BACK, DUBYA. SO GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OFF OF IT.
And that's all I have to say about that.
And I can read articles on the New York Times about the effects of the hurricane and feel like a total tool. So there's that. And it pretty much all but ruins the whole thing, if you know what I'm saying.
As far as the hurricane news goes, I tried to ignore it for as long as I could. For one thing, ever since 9/11, I have tried to avoid CNN and its ilk like the plague, as I know what that hideous station did to me then, and I sure as hell don't want it to do it again. So I ignored the hurricane until my mother pretty much made me turn on the TV and see what was going on. Now I am transfixed by it, and I read everything I can find on it, and I feel all these complex, strange, over-analytical feelings about the events and the people they are happening to that go beyond empathy and compassion and into something else entirely that is not a little bit scary. An hour passes, and I rush to cnn.com or some such, desperate for more information, for more analysis, for one more view of somebody getting mad and asking a tough question. Part of me has gone mad, and part of my mind is constantly thinking of things that I could do, little unskilled me stuck in my comfy house in Northern California. Hurricane Katrina and all its heartache and woe has taken me over in a myriad little ways, and I cannot help but give those people part of me and my worthless time.
So here's my question: Why isn't George Bush doing this? What the hell is wrong with that man? How is he, the leader of this country, one of the only people around who doesn't seem to give a shit about anything? Anyone who knows me knows that I have never really liked the man--in fact, I've pretty much despised him for the complete duration of his presidency--but this goes beyond the pale. He and his merry gang of spin doctors and con artists have fucked with America for too long: he has killed people with his negligence, his selfishness, and his neverending ineptitude. He has proved himself as a wink and smile president, a king of the photo op, a master of the too little and the too late.
I don't know if there is anyway to impeach him for this, but I swear to God, I want him out. We need to show him that America is not a land of it'll-be-all-right-in-the-end pussies, but rather a country full of compassionate, hard-working folks, who'll work their asses off to help those who need it. Right here, right now, I'm telling you, my big old American t-bones: I WANT MY COUNTRY BACK, DUBYA. SO GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OFF OF IT.
And that's all I have to say about that.
posted by Southern Belle at 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
Hi! Came across ur blog... Indeed this Katrina hurricane has been a tragedy of mega proportions... We too experienced something like this in the recent tsunami in southern parts of our country... I wonder whats being done by the Bush administration regarding this...
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