We still have the sorrowful lady up in the corner, so I will address a cause of great sorrow in America this week. This will probably be my only post about that blowhard bitch down south. There isn't much I can add to the 'sphere, or the world in general about this, as it has been exhaustively covered elsewhere. I, for one, am exhausted reading and watching it all.

But I am in the comfort of my dry living room, under my electric lights, on my internet, watching the color TV that is unlikely to be stolen this evening. I have the luxury of being bored or annoyed by the events surrounding Katrina. Beth was forced to flee her home for higher ground last week, and has just returned to the WWW. People are dying in the hundreds. Riots are breaking out. And I have lost what little faith I had in humanity, watching events unfold in New Orleans. Human cockroaches that can withstand any disaster in order to prey on the carcasses of those who did not. In disasters like this, it's always the wrong ones dying. The fucking mayor of N'awlins is yelling at the President, like it's his fault the town was disorganized. The whingers are complaining, and in the end we'll find out the whole thing was elaborately staged by Karl Rove. SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU PARASITES.

I guess I'm just trying to say that now is not the time for talking or pointing fingers. If you can help, please do so. If you can't, shut up and let the do-ers get on with it.

Update: Read this, and I swear you will vomit.