Maybe it’s just me, but when a public official responding to a civic emergency is asked what people can do to cope, and she suggests that they pray? I get pissed. I want to stand up and say, “NOT HELPING.”
Sure, there’s a place for the spiritual, the clergy, in a disaster that encompasses fire, flooding, hunger, thirst, raw sewage, looting, death, dismemberment and old people drowned in houses filled to their rooftops with fetid water. But those clergy better be wearing hip waders, and if you want to pray, make sure your hands are busy doing something useful.
Oh, and what fresh hell is this? A prison riot in Baton Rouge. Lovely.
This is pretty much all I did today, so I’m cutting this short. Best single news source: The Times-Picayune website. This is the end — or at least a profound, no-going-back change — for one of America’s greatest cities.
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