Shreveport, LA — My heart and all my best wishes go out to the citizens of east Texas and southwest Louisiana. I hope that they do not have to deal with what I have had to deal with (much less what those less fortunate than me have had to deal with).
I am amazed that major news has not hit this topic yet, and I do not believe it to be true, but… Look at the pre-prepared response to the storm hitting Texas and Houston as opposed to LA and MS. Stupid people on the left will jump all over this eventually thus further diluting the real issue. I would prefer to focus on things like, oh I don’t know, MICHAEL BROWN IS STILL BEING PAID. The fuck? This bastard is lucky he hasn’t been drawn and quartered. And he still draws a federal salary? Make him have to call the Red Cross toll free number to get his check. God luck with that you overpromoted son of a bitch.
I had hoped to go home this weekend. I had hoped to sleep in my own bed for the first time in almost a month (as opposed to the nine other places I have slept since then). People have been so kind to me during this difficult time. I appreciate their sympathy, but that is different than empathy. I feel like an old Vietnam vet, that screams at people “You don’t know man, you weren’t there.” It is possible to find other people that have lost a loved one, a home or a job. I have been through all of that, but I lost an entire city.
After 9/11, the nation was told “resume your normal life, if you don’t, the terrorist win.” Well, if I don’t resume my normal life then what? The hurricane wins? This is a common defense mechanishm (which I have used many times), just get back to your day-to-day routine. I can’t get back to my day-to-day routine. I can’t go to my job tomorrow and immerse myself in my work, because I have no job. I can’t do household chores to keep myself busy, I have no house. I can’t go hang out with my friends and just have fun, because my friends are spread out all over the country.
I have no peer group. The only people that know what I am going through are the people that are going through what I am going through. I miss my undersized but overpriced apartment. I miss my crappy job. I miss my unreliable friends. I miss… my life. And no telethon can bring that back.
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