Bye-bye, American Pie

This disaster in the southern states sprawls across a land mass larger than Great Britain.

Entire towns have been wiped away. Infrastructure reduced to rubble.

Worse yet, bodies still float on the waters, with an unknown amount of corpses sucked into the Gulf of Mexico, the number of those dead may never really be known.

Thus far, I haven’t heard a single body count uttered. Perhaps it’s unimaginable that a number like the one we’ll inevitably hear could happen in this day and age in the richest country in the world.

Perhaps the horror of the class divide is finally coming to light in a way no one had ever conceived: Those who could afford to leave, did. Those who couldn’t now sit dehydrating and starving to death without food, without water, without medications, without help, in a catastrophe-riddled region that may as well be a world away from the wealth of the nation it’s within.

Bush says “Help is coming.” Only he says it with that smug fucking grin he uses when he knows he's out-fucking-gunned. Deep down, he knows he's a cocksucker, because help should've come by now.

Apparently those of us on our cushy seats north of this tragedy can’t fathom the logistics of such operations... but this wasn’t the fucking tsunami.

It didn’t happen suddenly when the Earth opened up a chasm of unparalleled horror and spat an ocean up upon a chain of unsuspecting nations on one of the only near-global holidays, Christmastime.

No. This happened with advance warning. This happened with Doppler radar citing at least an impending class-four hurricane. This happened with enough of a leadtime that the majority of New Orleans residents could get the hell outta dodge.

This happened with time enough to declare a State of Emergency before the storm hit land.

And then the hurricane swung off the predicted course, causing more destruction and death.

Where was the American Federal government? Where was the fucking President? On holiday, of course.

Only now is the National Guard being summoned. Only now are the resources on their way. Only now is the Federal government getting involved.

Bush, the fucking twat, is cushy in Washington. It’s been almost four days since that storm hit land. Bush should’ve gone straight there from Texas. And why the hell not? The refugees seem to think Texas is close enough to run to. But no, Bush is finally going to view the devastation tomorrow.

One can only hope he flies low enough to see the rotting corpses floating on the water, to smell the stench of decay and death, and to hear the pained and horrified cries of those still trying to come to terms with the reality that everything they had, everything everyone around them had, all their histories, all their heartstrings, all of it has fucking been battered and broken and buried by a bitch named Katrina.

Bush betrayed his country long ago when he sent young men and women off to die in a war that never should have happened.

A war that has prevented him from sending the proper response to this disaster, that has depleted the homeland of its response readiness.

But now he’s betraying them by failing to act with authority, with immediacy, with humanity. By allowing law enforcement and military to enforce something as fucking stupid as looting while people are dying overnight in the stifling heat of the Gulf, dying from a lack of food and water -- things that could be airlifted in, had the government only had the vision to prepare in advance of this disaster, and not just wait to react.

They knew that either a category-four or five storm was setting itself on the South. They chose to wait to find out the magnitude of devastation before preparing for its landfall.

And now the price is being paid in tears, blood, and pine boxes.

Bush’s legacy grows darker by the day.

(And I pity the fucking people paying for it -- the black, the poor, the unnecessary. Wake the fuck up, white America. You've a long way to go, and you elected a president who has declined for five years running to speak in front of the NCAAP. Where the fuck is the sense of outrage? I pray something good might come of all this: An awakening. I can only pray, though, since my hope left me long ago.)