Nighttime On The City Of New Orleans

Only in America would the citizenry watch thousands upon thousands of their countrymen die a slow agonizing death, some penned by armed gunmen in filthy enclaves with murderers and child rapists, and accept it as the will of their government.

Today I do not know if I am sadder about the massacre of New Orleans, the loss of the all the people, the
city that was those people, or the fact that the public, even the reviled themselves, watched it live on TV and the streets of Washington are still free from hordes. As were the roads into the city. There were not that many soldiers. Nothing that could have held back millions, had they taken exception to the decision.

Not even the reviled target groups marched in millions, to Washington, to New Orleans, to overpower the relatively small number of gunmen sent by (God Speaks Through) Bush to prevent rogue citizens from saving their brothers and sisters.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Mitch, in impoverished pueblitos of Central America inaccessible to any vehicle, the people formed human chains to pass water and food, hand to hand down the gorges and up the mountains to the mothers and babies and grandfathers and uncles. They had little to pass, but all day and all night they stood in the mud and hefted buckets of rice, and beans and water, to the next pair of aching hands. Had any gunmen tried to stop them, God help those gunmen. And in those pueblitos, they did not have CNN, or Fox, or MSNBC to show them the dying children, the gasping elderly, the mothers falling from thirst.

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that pretty much sums it up, folks

I like to think if I knew what fuckups the Bushco cats still were, I'd have driven there with a truckload.

As it was, I was far away from home at the time, and folks in that very red area of Idaho were really really really pissed off.

that's all I have to add at the moment