After crying through the last three nights of hurricane coverage, watching desperate poor people simultaneously frightened out of their minds and resigned because they know better than anyone that the gubmint does not give one sh*t for the desperately poor, I had to switch to print media today, which at least allows for the guilty reprieve of looking away. The Lord of the Flies scared me to death when I read it, and it's scaring me to death to watch it.
I cannot f*cking take for one more f*cking nanosecond everyone colluding in the fiction that dumbyass is in charge. He most obviously is not in charge, has most obviously never been in charge, and he most obviously never will be in charge in the days to come mercifully long in the future. I have never been able to utter the words "president" and "b*sh" in the same sentence, and I cannot fathom how anyone else could either. Two stolen elections and a vacation day for every dead Murkan soldier in Iraq does not a "president" make. This most dangerous of buffoons has been on vacation for one-fifth of his occupancy of 1600 Penna. One year out of five!!
It matters not if dumbyass flies over the wreckage, stumbles through another shockingly inappropriate speech on site, or blows Karl Rove at Preservation Hall, he matters only to focus our attention on the diverting of resources into corporatist pockets that is the hallmark of his madministration. $1 billion per day in Iraq, friends. One billion dollars for an illegal war of choice.
Where is the National Guard? Where are the supplies? Why can we do a drop into the remotest desert in Sudan or into a war zone in Kosovo, but we cannot land on a rooftop in New Orleans, USA? Why did communications fail? I heard a member of the NOLA police force say to Owen Bennett-Jones on the BBC's "The World" broadcast yesterday morning that the police force had practiced and prepared for this sort of contingency, but they did not anticipate not being able to communicate at all. W. T. F. ???? Is not "communication", like, f*cking the NUMBER TWO thing one would secure in a time of crisis, the first being, you know, the f*cking provisions???? This is preparedness? This is so-called Homeland Security???
This may actually bring me home to Jesus, because I need at least the psychological prop of believing in a Hell for these craven sociopaths to burn in for multiple eternities.
To paraphrase my shero, I am just too f*cking sick and tired of being so f*cking sick and tired. And f*ck me, me who ate a warm meal (two, actually!) and had a shower today and was loved and secure and giggled at my pets and didn't have to watch my loved one die or my child raped while the world literally blew up and crumbled around me in my home town in America. What further privations are we going to unleash on the poor? How much more horror does everyone have to suffer while we blare "I'm Proud to be an American" from the loudspeakers and nod along to the refrain that this madministration is not to blame for anything? What more egregious example of craven disregard for human life, for the poor, for a tax base that does not, could not even figure into their daily calculations when discussing Bechtel profits in the billions do people need to act?
Someone please tell me that everyone's witnessing this will translate into votes and the Republicrats and Demoblicans being ejected from the halls of power for at least 100 years. Please. Lie to me if you have to.