This is only the second posting here at OutsideIn that you’ll find under the Ranting category because there are lots of other folks in the blog neighborhood who are more savvy, more charged up and do it so much better than I do. But here are a couple things I would like to get off my chest:
1- If I have to see that Elizabeth Vargas on ABC standing there with her hip slung out in front of a demolished million dollar home say, just one more time, “It looks like a Third World Country here” I think I’ll throw something. Right after she says that they flip to canned footage of the Convention Center or people comatose on a curb in downtown New Orleans. So first of all, she’s not going to go stand there– she’s staying on the social high ground in front of a home insured by State Farm. To add insult to injury, she says it as though she just can’t fathom- and neither can we- that here, in America, there could possibly be something resembling how half the world lives. As though all these impoverished, angry, hungry people just materialized out of the twilight zone. As though they haven’t been here all along. As though they don’t live life, prior to Katrina, on a day-to-day basis with no long view of the future. (And if you realize that this is how some of America lives then you understand why a fifteen year old youth could be thinking that, 3 or 4 days from now, it might be cool to have that X-Box that’s there for the taking. Why he might not be considering the implications of being homeless for the foreseeable future.) And just the way she says, with haughty distaste, “third world country.” GRRRRR. Personally, I think she’s setting her hot hips up for some bad karma in the next go-around.
2. I finally realized today why I dislike George W. Bush. (stop laughing) I mean REALLY dislike him. Why I have a visceral reaction, a churning in my gut, when I see him speak. I realized it on a day when I was thinking a lot about Bill in Iraq and a lot about the misery and loss suffered by the people of the Gulf Coast.
I watched him standing there, next to his father and Clinton, as the three of them were talking about aid to Katrina victims. And I realized it’s not about his politics. It’s about who he is at heart. He has not one single iota of empathy or compassion. I have never once sensed that this man has the capacity to relate to the suffering of others. I have never seen him utter a single sentence that would lead me to think he can relate to the hardship of our military personnel, to the pain of the Iraqi people or to the anguish of the citizens of New Orleans. The man cannot speak without smirking that anxious smile and I might even forgive him that if I felt that he had some condolence, some commiseration, some vague understanding of the suffering of others. Personally, I think that smirk is gonna get him some bum mojo the next time around.
(p.s., after CNN news: If the day ever comes that I’m homeless,
without food or water, unsure of where my family is- please help me. If
George W Bush shows up, puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead-
please- just shoot me.)