What can I even say about a national tragedy on the scale of Katrina? What can I say that won’t sound half hearted and lame? That hasn’t already been said?

The truth is I didn’t know about anything that was going on until Sean got back and by then it had all spiraled into a vortex of chaos and insanity. I don’t watch the news, if that’s what you can call it, and I skip most commercials with our recording device. I don’t even read a whole lot of news online because I find most American news suppliers to be fake.

But when I found out what had happened I watched, listened to and read every news program, article and video I could find. And then I cried. And cried. We both have family and friends in Lousiana, Florida and Texas who, though affected by this are safe and sound. But hearing the stories, not of the hurricane itself, but of all the horrible things that happened afterwards because of the greed and sheer evilness of human beings made me literally want to vomit.

The hurricane was terrible and I’m sure people were hurt and certainly it was a catalyst for all that came after. But the real tragedy here comes from our government being unprepared, not fixing the levies in LA because of greed and the gangs, junkies and vultures who stole, murdered and raped women and children. When I even think about leaving my PETS behind I feel nauseus, can you even imagine geting seperated from a child?!

Say what you will, but our government has to answer for this. They take our money and say they don’t have enough for schools and health care and the really important things because it’s so bloody important to give it all to the government for our so called defense. They promise us that we’re so much safer, so very ready in case of an attack or an emergency, they assure us they’ve been hard at work. And then they fail miserably and have nothing but excuses. I’m a kind and loving person, a non-violent person who can keep a calm head even in an emergency. But this whole thing makes me angry to the point violence. You look those crying babies in the face while they talk about seeing their friends raped in the bathroom of the dome or having to step over rotting corpses and tell me you aren’t angry! You listen to the mothers cry and plead for someone to find their children and tell me that this shit isn’t about class! I defy anyone to tell me that this travesty didn’t occur because these people are poor. And I will show a blind ignorant fool. Aaagh! I’m so mad and lost and helpless I just want to scream!!!

If it were up to me we’d pack a bag and go down there to help in person but we can’t and the guilt from that is going to give me an ulcer. Of course we’ll donate money and of course we’ll pray but at the end of the day what you really want to do is hug those babies and tell them they haven’t been forgotten and abandoned. That help is coming and someone loves them.

I just…..I don’t even know what the hell to say. Pray people, Pray. Becuase it’s getting harder and harder to tell that this is America. Good luck and blessings, Prana

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