I cracked today, finally had to turn off the TV. What follows is several shortish blog items, heavy on the frivolity and non-storm related. Ready?
I knew there was a reason I haven’t upgraded my cell phone nor replaced my battery-failing iPod: Apple’s finally releasing a combination phone/MP3 player, or so rumors say. I intend to set mine to play “Family Affair” when the call comes from home, “Take This Job and Shove It” when work is calling, etc.
Oh, wait. I don’t have a job. Scratch that. But you get the idea. Cool idea.
OK, I can’t stand it. Got an e-mail today from Deb in Milwaukee:
brett favre was on tv at noon. his wife and kids, friends and extended family are all living in his 2500-square-foot house in hattiesburg at the moment, because most of them have nowhere else to go. FIFTY PEOPLE are living there, with no electricity — including a woman who’s eight months pregnant and terrified she’ll go into premature labor, in a town where a hospital no longer exists. brett’s spoken to his wife a couple of times. she told him they ran out of bread yesterday and the kids are hungry. hell, i’m sure they’re ALL hungry. brett favre’s money and power mean nothing at the moment. he’s in no better position to help out his family than any of the rest of us. and this is just what’s happening to one guy’s family — can you imagine the other stories that aren’t getting told?
i am just in shock every time i turn on the tv. now they’re moving people from the superdome to the astrodome? holy fuck.
Yes, indeedy. This is what I’ve been thinking today: For the last four years, we’re supposed to have been preparing for this sort of thing. We’re supposed to be ready for a terror attack on a major U.S. city, or if not exactly ready, at least with at least one or two clues in our possession. This is what we’ve been laying in supplies of plastic and duct tape for, correct?
And yet, we’ve been caught flat-footed. This morning CNN showed video of the USS Shreveport creaking slowly out of port in Norfolk. This morning. Not yesterday morning, not yesterday afternoon, but this morning. This is why that picture of Bush playing his toy guitar sent my blood pressure up. I know he can’t wave a wand and make everything better, but do you think he could maybe muster up a little shred of urgency, of gravity, of cluefulness, if you will? Most other people in America can figure out what’s going on, what it means, and why this has dire, dire portents for the health of the rest of the country, of the economy.
Oh, but the hell with that little twerp. What about the Department of Homeland Security? FEMA? The National Guard? Why is the security of New Orleans left up to a bare handful of overstressed, freaked-out cops, many of whom likely lost their own homes? No wonder they’re waving looters through the doors — they can put things in perspective.
And now we’re moving refugees from one football stadium to another. The Texas relief coordinator was very welcoming, said their stadium offers hot showers. Wonderful! And only 300 miles away from home.
If I were Osama bin Hidin’, I’d be rubbing my hands together in glee. Don’t throw me into the briar patch, indeed.