As I sit writing this, I have returned from Sunny Northern California to Sunny Washington, seemingly a million miles away from the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
Mother Nature is a wild woman, not a bitch. She does as she sees fit. And this has happened to America the way it has happened to hundreds of other nations and islands, and millions of other people.
If you have followed the story at all, you know that New Orleans is basically No Man's Land now. It is looted, empty, rotting, soaked, and all but a ghost town. People were taking food, ice, water, and clothing. No problems there, I can understand the need and the gravity of the situation.
But Plasma TV's? Computers? Now we have official criminal acts happening. Disgusting, bottom-rung people. The stories coming from Bayou country are deeply disturbing. People being raped, beaten, car-jacked, mugged. Suicides. Starving people. No medical supplies. No medical attention. Food, shelter, sympathy, and humanity all look to be in short supply. And they can no longer help themselves.
Some day, in this state, we will have our own disaster. Maybe not in our lifetimes. But maybe. And we will depend upon each other to get through it, we'll depend upon people we don't know, people we've never met, who may even live a door or two away. And it's not until the bad things happen and you have a moment to be who you really are that your Character shows.
Honestly, we haven't seen enough of the good that is going on in New Orleans, but there has to be SOME. Right? There's a ton of bad news comin' up the wire. There must be some good in all of this without Leonardo DiCaprio opening his yap on Prime Time TV. We have to get some love and supplies to the area so we can stop Tim McGraw from singing; these people have had enough for one life time.
Give what you can at WorldVision or the Salvation Army. No matter how nice a person on the phone or street looks, people working to help this disaster relief are far too busy to be calling you for donations. Just about anything helps, and the money I'm sending to them will be better spent than whatever I was going to do with it. What comes around, goes around. And hopefully that will come back to benefit me and my community in the future.
Hopefully in the form of neighbors who will take aim and fire shots into the first shitpile looting my place after the first Dolphin War.
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Geoff Lott: Comedian, Writer, Philosoteur. I am here to amuse you, not entertain you. If not now, later. If not you, somebody else. If you can't laugh at yourself, that's just fine, too. I will do it for you.
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The main lesson I learned in all this is - Fats Domino's missing?! I thought he died years ago. Holy Shit! Fats Domino is still alive. Cool beans.
I had heard they found him before they even reported him missing, which I thought was cocky. "Hey World, We found Fats Domino, thank you for what would have been your prayers." Phew. That was a close one.
I'm hoping that, for a while, the finger-pointing of who F'ed up will stop. Seattle, btw, is AT sea-level. Imagine South Lake Union to Tukwila being completely under-water. That's what we're looking at come the first wave of the Dolphin War.
Fortunately for us dolphins are little wusses, yeah you heard me right. They only like staying where the water's warm. Of course what better way to surprise us... I gotta go now and stock up on herring.
PS. In a post Dolphin War society herring will be the main currency. Remember that when a dolphin's reaming your "blow" hole when you're caught fishless on the street after curfew.
Of course, the Squirrel Army will defend us come the Dolphin War. That is ,IF, you ever get the Squirrel Army adequately trained.
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