September 3, 2005

My hopes for a calm weekend holiday weekend is being made fun of by at least two un-muffled boats and about seven wave runners that I can see. Hey, it's early yet. KATY, BAR THE DOOR. What a waste of good hope and I knew better too.

I'm thinking we'll probably spend a lot of time in Louisiana today via the television. It is so awful and heartbreaking even after you get up above the bias of the news media. What a terrible happening that is being made even worse by the folks like Jesse Jackson ("Racism is partly to blame for the deadly aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. "There's a historical indifference to the pain of poor people and black people" in this country.")

And then we have this guy Randall Robinson:

(It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.
I am a sixty-four year old African-American. New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for. I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.

This is what we have come to. This defining watershed moment in America’s racial history. For all the world to witness. For those who’ve been caused to listen for a lifetime to America’s ceaseless hollow bleats about democracy. For Christians, Jews and Muslims at home and abroad. For rich and poor. For African-American soldiers fighting in Iraq. For African-Americans inside the halls of officialdom and out.

My hand shakes with anger as I write. I, the formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate, have finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud.


But what can I do but write about how I feel. How millions, black like me, must feel at this, the lowest moment in my country’s story.)

Typical of many people hunting for the bleak side of everything or making things up then jumping on it. Makes me pretty sick! I think people ought to stop and count their blessings that they've been given over the years and give thanks for the fact they are still alive instead of bitching about it.

Enough, enough!

However, I am not young enough to know everything.~Oscar Wilde