With 9/11, I was out of town, but I could not help but despair over the course that I knew our country would take which I fear is not near over yet with more conflict to come in the middle east. The destruction of life and property in Manhattan was huge but somehow it seemed to me as part of the war that has been going on in the world for the last few decades between cultures and fueled by injustices past and present.
This hurricane thing is very huge and reveals a major flaw in this country: the bureaucracy, however well intentioned, just cannot respond quick enough to save people in peril. People in the media are being worn down by what they are trying to minimize in the public eye. Just as there were few or no photographs released to the public of the many many many bodies of people who jumped or fell from the world trade center before it itself fell, we are being shown very little of the destruction of life left in the wake of this storm. It slips through here and there, mentions of culverts filled with debris and bodies and once I saw that they did show a body floating in the water. And then there is that long festering sore now cracked open and bloody, that is the poverty and ignorance of the abject underclass of New Orleans.
Dying of dehydration or from illness resulting from contaminated water: lovely choice and bizarre to think that the number of dead from after effects and lack of life support may be equal or greater to the number that died from the initial impact of the storm.
There will be lots of finger pointing and excuses over the slowness of the rescue and aid response. It is not going to help the dead and the forever traumatized. It is bizarre to see food and water dumped from fast moving military trucks for the near zombie survivors to find.
Oh yeah, speaking of zombies. That brings us to what I did to relax this evening. I went to Coney Island and after some fruit ices from Frank's next to Nathan's I went to the Coney Island museum to see "Chopper Chicks in Zombietown."
Enough for now.