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Thursday, September 22, 2005 | Alternatives to Red Cross for Katrina, Rita Hurricane Relief
Muslim Hurricane Relief Task Force http://www.mhrtf.net This is a coalition of CAIR, ICNA, ISNA, MUNA, MAS, MANA, and more who joined forces in the days after Katrina hit.
The Mennonite Church http://www.mennoniteusa.org/ Hey, they're the Mennonites!
Both Muslims and Mennonites were among the first who managed to get to the theatre right away, and have been quietly doing everything from pulling people out of water to giving food and water. They have been so busy doing this that they haven't even had time to be on Larry King.
And here is the big list from http://faraichideya.com/
Please add others in comments
The Southern Empowerment Project ---- http://www.southernempowerment.org/ The Southern Empowerment Project's website provides links to support thecommunity-based institutions that have been severely hit by Hurricane Katrina.
Mississippi Workers Center ---- www.msworkerscenter.org
Please send contributions by check or money order to: Mississippi Workers' Center for Human Rights 213 Main Street Greenville, MS 38701
The Mississippi Workers' Center for Human Rights is a worker advocacy organization that provides organizing support, legal representation and training for low-wage, non-union workers in the state of Mississippi.
The 21st Century Foundation ---- www.21.cf.org
The Twenty-First Century Foundation
271 West 125th Street, Suite 303
New York, NY 10027-4424
The Twenty-First Century Foundation is a national public foundation created to promote strategic philanthropy by the African American/Black community. The Hurricane Katrina Recovery Fund of the Twenty-First Century Foundation will partner with organizations in the region to ensure that resources get to the people who need them most, and achieve the justice goals at the heart of this initiative.
BlackAmericaWeb.com Relief Fund PO Box 803209 Dallas, TX 75380 - 3209
This fund has been set up by nationally syndicated radio personality TOM JOYNER
Southern Empowerment Project
Families and Friends of Louisiana's Incarcerated Children (FFLIC) are organizing relief efforts in their area because, as they report, "the racial divide between relief workers and evacuees is stark." They are asking for volunteers (especially African Americans to help folk feel more at home) to come down to help them walk through the shelters, find people, help folks apply for FEMA assistance, figure out what needs they have, match folks up with other members willing to take people in.
You can also help by sending a check to the "FFLIC Hurricane Relief Fund" to: 920 Platt Street, Sulphur, LA 70663.
St. Thomas Health Clinic
A critical, community-based health justice institution in New Orleans that was devastated by the hurricane. St. Thomas Health Clinic works in the most impoverished wards in the city. They did not have enough resources to purchase insurance and need our help to rebuild.
Please send checks payable to St. Thomas Health Services (their online capacity is down) to:
The Praxis Project (www.thepraxisproject.org) 1750 Columbia Road, NW, Second Floor Washington, DC 20009
Please make sure that checks are payable to St. Thomas Health Services. Donations are tax deductible.
The NAACP is setting up command centers in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama as part of its disaster relief efforts. NAACP units across the nation have begun collecting resources that will be placed on trucks and sent directly into the disaster areas. Also, the NAACP has established a disaster relief fund to accept monetary donations to aid in the relief effort.
** You can mail or ship non perishable items to these following locations, which we have confirmed are REALLY delivering services to folks in need.**
Center for LIFE Outreach Center 121 Saint Landry Street Lafayette, LA 70506 atten.: Minister Pamela Robinson 337-504-5374
Mohammad Mosque 65 2600 Plank Road Baton Rouge, LA 70805 atten.: Minister Andrew Muhammad 225-923-1400 225-357-3079
Lewis Temple CME Church 272 Medgar Evers Street Grambling, LA 71245 atten.: Rev. Dr. Ricky Helton 318-247-3793
St. Luke Community United Methodist Church c/o Hurricane Katrina Victims 5710 East R.L. Thornton Freeway Dallas, TX 75223 atten.: Pastor Tom Waitschies 214-821-2970
S.H.A.P.E. Community Center 3815 Live Oak Houston, Texas 77004 atten.: Deloyd Parker 713-521-0641
Monday, September 19, 2005 | Does Katrina Require Us to Now Bash Jesse, Al, Louis & Ilk?
"I do agree that the tsunami was a wonderful opportunity to show not just the US government, but the heart of the American people, and I think it has paid great dividends for us."
As the Washington warlords seized the wonderful opportunity provided by a meterological event which even the US figurehead acknowledged was "not a normal hurricane," and the heart of the American people in what one TV commentator called a "Pavlovian response," wrote out checks to behemoth charities unable and/or unwilling to present any serious opposition to US policies for the disaster region, no one can question that Katrina will be paying great dividends to Halliburton, Bechtel et. al. for years, maybe decades to come.
The "levee break" and subsequent 1927 replay flooding of the poor (and mostly black) section of New Orleans was first reported on CNN right around midnight on Monday night/Tuesday morning by a Tulane Medical Center interviewee.
It is fair to ask why, since the hurricane itself had passed on Sunday, why those areas of Mississippi and Louisiana to the west of New Orleans had not been inundated with all kinds of aid by Monday night, but it is recommended that important respiratory activity not be suspended while awaiting the answer.
By Tuesday afternoon, as the waters rose, and the poor with the strength to do so hacked holes in their roofs and huddled in their attics, and America empowered some with the choice of deciding if they and their families would perish of suffocation, drowning, or being burned alive, offers of international aid began to take on the subtlest of tones of bewilderment and alarm: If you prefer not to rescue them, will you PLEASE let us do it? was the between the lines message of offers such as one from Honduras, locked in a perpetual nose to nose with Haiti for the Poorest Nation in the Western Hemisphere Award, as they offered 135 experts in the art of rescuing people from floods, a subject with which they are intimately familiar.
If there was a watershed moment, a teachable moment, a window, one of those moments where time stands still and the course of history is determined, that would have been between Tuesday night and Wednesday afternoon, when right there for anyone to see on the TV were live feeds of evidence that Washington in its wisdom had decreed that it would be best if thousands of its weakest, poorest citizens and residents were allowed to perish.
That was the time when, if it was going to happen, millions of Americans of all races and economic conditions would have hit the streets however they could, and made their way to New Orleans to spread some Resolve onto the handful of gunmen stationed at the city's entrance to prevent their entry.
Of course this is an unrealistic notion. The US mainstream is quite willing to write a check, even hop in the SUV and put in a couple of hours at the shelter for any victims who were allowed to survive, but all in all, the loss of even a large number of poor people of color is not seen as a national tragedy. In fact many expressed with characteristic American optimism that it was high time that New Orleans was cleaned up.
But what about Jesse Jackson? What about Al Sharpton? Louis Farrakhan? If ever there was a moment for a million man march, if ever there was a time to march to the sea to make salt, a time for any someone who considers themselves any kind of "leader" of these most vulnerable members of the American family, to sound the call to incite a jihad convoy, to storm both the gates of the Crescent City and the White House with the modern day equivalent of peasants with pitchforks, this was it.
Would there have been deaths? Yes. The first few thousand would in all probability, have been shot. If there were millions behind them to take their place, those deaths would have bought a future for untold millions of human beings of all races.
But there were no millions, no thousands, and maybe Jesse and Al and Louis knew that. There would be no Dr. King, no Gandhiji, no Toussaint L'Ouverture, not even a General Vaval to step into history and lead the people out of Egypt land.
Even when such an unlikely voice of the oppressed as Fox News's Shepherd Smith screamed "Let them out" as late as Thursday did Jesse or Al or Louis deceive themselves into thinking they could do anything more than schedule interviews, take some politicians and reporters down with a bus for a handful and a media story, amass a few volunteers to tend to the lucky ones in shelters.
When history called, when opportunity knocked, there were no leaders to answer, nor were there followers. No significant spontaneous protests, no Bastille storming, the underclass gazed into the screen, saw its own future, and elected not to raise torch and pitchfork.
The incurable optimists among us are free to hope, of course, that somewhere, there are whispers, looks, nods, that there is a Toussaint, a Gandhiji, somebody, who has not revealed himself, or herself, who may not even know his identity, his destiny, maybe he is not even grown yet. Maybe he is one of those little fat cheeked faces of the Missing Children on CNN, or one of the glowering little faces we see in the feeds from the "shelter" camps, who watched his grandma die of thirst, for whom seeing his mother's shame as she handed her clothing over to be searched before stepping in to strip herself nude in front of hundreds of women she did not know in order to enjoy the privilege of a shower was the moment that will define him, and the future of the US, forever. posted at
Saturday, September 17, 2005 | Katrina: A Glimpse of America's Future: When Will YOU Be Cleansed?
"Like a third world country." It's been quite a favorite phrase with the TV reporters. It's become a meme.
It has punch, impact, it gets attention. What it doesn't get from the overwhelming majority of the US public who don't get it, is reflection, a light bulb over the head moment.
What do you think that means, a third world country?
First and foremost, it means poverty.
A poverty so pervasive that one cannot walk the streets without seeing it, despite the best efforts of "security personnel" armed with anything from sticks to automatic weapons, for the purpose of keeping the area relatively "clean" so that nice folks like you can shop without the plague of beggars, pickpockets and assorted riff-raff, or as they are called in the US, "cockroaches."
Being a third world country means having a very small and select affluent elite and a teeming mass of people who are so desperately poor they can't even scrape together the bucks for a used car or a hotel room. People who have never had a car, whose only experience with hotel rooms would involve cleaning them.
In a third world country, there's not much of a middle class. There may be some who are less wealthy than others, but the big divide is the wall. The wall around your house, the high wall, with the locked gate. And your position vis a vis the "security personnel." If you are affluent, they won't shoot you. You are, after all, paying them. If you are poor, they will shoot you. That is, after all, what they are paid to do.
If you're in a third world country, that means that if you have means, you are empowered to spend them on security guards for your own home. In addition to the wall. And a guard to accompany you to work. And return home to accompany your family as they go shopping.
Obviously, unless you are not only "discretionary income" class, but quite a bit beyond that, the security guard's salary is going to have to come from somewhere. Maybe the kids' college money. How about that health insurance premium? Maybe little Heather will just have to grow up with crooked teeth. And it will definitely nix those plans for the family vacation in Hawaii, or that time share in the Bahamas. Even that rustic little cottage on the lake will have to transform itself into wall, guards, gates, guns.
Many Katrina victims who did have the resources to evacuate before the storm are now realizing that they are poor. Credit card maxxed out, insurance won't pay, mortgage company says have a month or two grace, but then you HAVE to pay, so does the IRS. FEMA says you qualify for a few hundred dollars. Hopefully by the time that's gone, you'll have saved enough from your new job at Wal-Mart to buy some food and a plastic tarp for your house, if it's liveable at all. If not, it's camp out in the car, or live in a shelter.
Americans who live check to check are not just the low wage earners. Few car and homeowners with even a little discretionary income think Kissinger's reference to "useless eaters" meant THEM.
Phasing out the middle class, however, means exactly that. It means that unless you have a LOT of money, there is not a place for you in America's future. Once your resources are gone, once you simply cannot pay that mortgage, and that car note, and the health insurance, AND the credit cards, the difference between you and those terrified looking people from the housing projects consists of an expensive education that means nothing to the Wal-Mart manager, and for a couple of weeks, a better haircut. You, too are low cost expendable labor, and if you whine that six dollars an hour is not enough to purchase housing, there are plenty of folks lined up out there who know that housing is out of the question, but they will take the six dollars in hopes of buying food to hoard in their shopping cart under the overpass, or their sister-in-law's two bedroom apartment until she suggests that they really need to start looking for their own space.
Under that overpass can get a lot like a miniature version of the New Orleans convention center pretty quick, and if neither you nor your sister in law are used to living with 12 people in 1200 square feet of space, that option is not going to be much better after a while.
You may have noticed that it seems to take more and more money just to stay in the same place. Maybe you've already cut out extras, and can't really say you have discretionary income any more, unless you count discretion as trying to charge your VISA balance to your MasterCard in hopes of lowering your monthly minimum payment by $14. You may have already started to use those cards to pay for a new tire here, a hefty summer electric bill there, that prescription that your insurance doesn't cover, the deductible for your daughter's broken arm, the deductible you increased so you could afford the "co pay" at all. Yes, you're lucky, your employer pays for part of your coverage!
Maybe your homeowners' insurance went up just a little, and so did your property taxes, and that little just happened to be the diaper budget. Whip out the MasterCard and charge up a year's supply of Pampers at CostCo.
And soon, your minimum payment will double. If you can't handle that, and the rest of the bills, you're a useless eater. You're poor. And you know what America thinks of poor people.
When your town's name is called, you will not be on the high ground of the French Quarter.
And you would be well advised to stay out of your old neighborhood. The new owners of your house have armed guards.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005 | Cleaning up Katrina Cleansees: No Photos, No Stories
Immediately after issuing the comforting decree that the death toll from Katrina would be far less than previously anticipated, the US acted quickly to sidestep any skepticism from anti-American elements with agendas by ordering an additional 50, 000 body bags. Some, they said, were for Iraq, which was consistent with news stories of plans for a new massacre there.
Frustrated by failure to keep the discovery of 45 corpses* in Memorial Hospital out of the press, the gunmen who now occupy the former New Orleans went on the offensive:
Recovery team members wearing white protective suits and black boots stopped at houses with spray painted markings on the doors designating there were dead bodies inside.
Outside one house on Kentucky Street, a member of the Army 82nd Airborne Division summoned a reporter and photographer standing nearby and told them that if they took pictures or wrote a story about the body recovery process, he would take away their press credentials and kick them out of the state.
"No photos. No stories," said the man, wearing camouflage fatigues and a red beret. more
With Blackwater operatives long deployed to help with certain aspects of cleanup that might cause some of the fussier local police from various cities sent in to assist to balk, Washington wisely obtained the expertise of the Kenyon company, a long-time ally of the Bush tribe with a proven track record in the crucial areas of corpse vanishing technology. As Rigorous Inuition reminds us:
FEMA has relieved volunteers of their emergency mortuary services in Louisiana only, and contracted out to Kenyon, a "wholly-owned subsidiary of Service Corporation International" of Houston, Texas...
You may remember Service Corporation International, SCI, as it was part of the case against confirming Alberto Gonzales due to his involvement in the Texas and Florida scandals known as Funeralgate. As we covered back in February, Service Corporation International was "recycling" graves, removing the bodies that were there originally and throwing them in the woods to use the space to house new customers at two Jewish cemeteries in Florida . Service Corporation International, the world’s largest funeral service company, is headed by Robert Waltrip, a longtime friend and generous financial patron of the Bush family..more
And in all fairness, it must be pointed out that during the weeks following the hurricane, thousands of individuals in New Orleans did die from natural causes.
Death, after all, is the natural result of untreated lack of oxygen in attics, dehydration, thirst, heat stroke, bacterial infections, not to mention the obvious facts that if people needing medication, oygen, dialysis, etc. do not receive it, they will quite naturally lose their lives. Even drowning is natural. Human beings cannot breathe water.
"I'm very hopeful, with the devastation we've had, that the number (of deaths) will be much more reasonable than people think. There are not thousands of people floating around."
— Terry Ebbert, New Orleans' homeland security chief link
Mr. Ebbert, be assured that the full resources of the United States government will be brought to bear to ensure that your hope is realized.
*This story began with a breaking news interrupt a few days ago, as CNN's Karl Penhaul reported that 14 bodies were being removed from the hospital. No further updates were issued until yesterday, when the story of the 45 leaked out, and various explanations were offered, the winner that emerged: the 45 had coincidentally died prior the the storm, the evacuation, or both, and were just left in their beds. posted at
Sunday, September 11, 2005 | In New Orleans, the Ghosts Wait
New Orleans has a long and close relationship with its ghosts, its restless spirits reeling through the ether throughout eternity.
As anyone who has ever stood before the house of Madame LaLaurie can attest, even if you feel it nowhere else, even if you do not feel it in the slave market, you will feel it here, the suffering, the agony, the unspeakable testament of man's inhumanity to man, and woman, and child.
Madame LaLaurie would be very much at home in Washington today. If she were alive, she would no doubt have a cabinet post. Attorney General maybe. Or Secretary of Defense. Even FEMA director. You can be sure that as she surveys the Ninth Ward, Madame LaLaurie is one happy ghost.
She smiles on the rich white folks as they prepare to remake the city in her image, the city they always wanted.
Most of the ghosts of New Orleans, however, are not so pleased. Oh sure they are glad to see the newcomers, their descendants, but they would have been gladder to see them later, as a result of a more natural process than slow suffocation, drowning, heat, thirst, not-exactly-cholera-just-a-cousin, neglect, hate.
People always want the generations that come after to have a better life, and we can assume that ghosts are no exception. They hoped things would get better before they got worse. Certainly before they got THIS worse. Again. There are those who still live who remember 1927, who know its ghosts.
There is perhaps no ghost more angry today, or more heartbroken, than that of the holy woman Marie Laveau.
If to stand before the monument to horror and inhumanity that is the house of Madame LaLaurie makes the flesh crawl and the soul recoil, to stand before the house, the tomb of Marie Laveau is to feel oneself bathed in the ancient power of Resistance, from another time in which survival itself was an act of Resistance, a tribute to ancestors, to Africa.
Marie Laveau, high priestess of she who is variously called Agwe, Yemaya, Nuestra Senora de Regla, La Balianne, Mama Watta, Mother of All Waters, knew better than anyone that the miracle of New Orleans was not merely one of mundane engineering, trivial tinkerings with the laws of the physical world.
The true miracle of New Orleans was that the existence of such a splendid city of unbridled joy, unfettered whimsy, such glorious beauty of spirit and laughter and song and such celebrations of food and drink, a city that was of no one nation, but of the world. Of France and Acadia and Portugal and Haiti, of Jamaica and VietNam and Mexico, and all the Americas, but most of all, of Africa, it grew, it thrived, and despite all the blood of innocents, unfathomable cruelty, all the terror that is the evil that men do, it grew in laughter, in love, in sheer beauty of spirit to become the Jewel of the West, this city that few would call west.
And always, in rhythm with the ancient drums of Mother Africa, nestled in the arms of Mama Watta, La Balianne, rocked her children and taught them that laughter, that harmony with the ghosts.
As the steaming, stultifying dog days of August drew to a close, La Balianne puffed her cheeks and blew at a strange storm, history will record its strangeness, but not even this oddity could resist the command of Mama Watta, though it tried, and it moved, just a little, just enough to spare the shining, garish, rollicking child of her heart.
But Yemaya, Mother of All Waters, sensed that something was wrong. She could puff her cheeks and move the winds, but she could not puff her cheeks and move Greed.
And so her shining rollicking garish child sat on the roof, festered in the shelterpits, roasted alive on the asphalt, its eyes bulging from its head, its tongue swollen in its mouth.
As she watched.
As the ghosts watched.
And Mama Watta wept, and tears cloud what is in her eyes now, in the eyes of the spirits, in the eyes of Africa. posted at
Saturday, September 10, 2005 | Debunking Katrina: With the Consent of the Governed
We must understand that at this time, the only news coming from the theatre came from people on the ground in scratchy breaky phone calls, a handful of bloggers, and reporters operating without benefit of embedding or vetting.
So if there were those who may have believed those rumors regarding conditions and crimes in the shelter pits into which crowded those New Orleanians politically naive enough to believe that they and their families would be safer than on the roof, if there were those who may have lent credence to rumors of slow responses from various government agencies, before they are denounced as un American consider the difficulties under which their leaders were operating at the moment.
Things have turned the corner now, and only a handful of dead enders and the people who survived the experience believe these rumors now.
Loyal Americans understand that while conditions in dome and center may not have been luxurious, nor on the expressway, things were not all that bad, and of course there were no crimes, no one was prevented from escape, people were not really dying of heat stroke or thirst or lack of medicine. Those are just rumors. Like the rumors of the 1927 replay of the canal strategy that flooded the city's poor area to save the fine homes in the Garden District and the historic French Quarter, both seen as keepers by those who are already hard at work planning the new and improved New Orleans. All the old world charm without the pesky poor.
And after a few territorial squabbles, federal, state and local officials are at last on the same page, and working together to craft a reasonable death toll that while tragic, will not prove too disturbing to more sensitive viewers.
One of the most comforting steps taken in recent days is the President's vow to personally oversee an investigation into any possible glitches that may have taken place in the response to the disaster.
His advisors, including the formidable Mr. Rove, wasted no time in developing a strategy to reassure the more skittish segment of the American public that their government had things firmly in hand, and would keep it that way.
That, coming on the heels of not one, but two Presidential flyovers of the area, and even one touchdown visit to console local politicians.
The egalitarian nature of the nation, and the President's concern for the humblest of his subjects cannot be more clearly illustrated than these flyovers. The Presidential aircraft could be seen by those fortunate enough to have successfully made an opening in their roofs, those on the expressways, those outside the shelterpits, and we can only imagine how much the sight must have meant to them, as they sat there, gasping. For many it will have been the last sight they saw.
Is it any wonder that not even Kim Jung Il enjoys deeper affection from his people?
So the corner is turned, but there is still much hard work ahead. Popular pundit Michelle Malkin, thoughtful as usual, expressed the hope that potentially troublesome eyewitnesses would be excluded from any investigation, which should, she declared, be a private affair, unburdened by any media who might not have recovered completely from the rumors and unconfirmed reports they thought they saw.
The survivor diaspora will be most helpful in avoiding such an eventuality, as well as the tragic but inevitable passing of many of them, if not from effects of the original rumors, from the second wave of rumors of West Nile, hepatitis, and the kinder gentler cholera promised by corporate charity mavens.
After having written checks to the Red Cross to help their executives maintain the lifestyle to which they are accustomed, and thus proving their compassion to their poor brethren in need, and a few hours of volunteer work down at the shelter, where too often, Lord and Lady Bountiful are horrified and repulsed to learn that the less fortunate are not sufficiently schooled in the soft skills to demonstrate appropriate gratitude for having been allowed to escape with their lives, if not their health, or all their family members, right thinking Americans will soon be free to return their focus on the positive:
US gunmen continue to occupy and reduce the population in two countries openly, and the public can rest assured that covert operations are also taking place elsewhere, and on the storm front, now that the rumors have been debunked, yes, there was a hurricane, and quite a bit of property damage, but the good news is that both Halliburton and Bechtel, among others, will be putting their expertise to work to make it right, and Halliburton will be raising all its prices in October, good news for investors!
And God, speaking as he does, through Bush, as revealed by Bush himself, has issued an executive order empowering these fine wealth builders to shake off the burden of oppressive laws requiring the paying of prevailing wages, meaning that survivors who are still at large in the area will be able to obtain work which will provide them with dignity, and possibly up to a dollar or two above the minimum wage.
So all in all, yes there was a little wind, and sadly, a few lost their lives. But rumors of devastation and catastrophe, of genocide and slaveship hells, of rape and murder and mutilation, of thousands gasping their last on the asphalt of I-10, were just that- rumors, probably started by a certain element with an agenda.
Just a little wind, but everything is being made right now, with the consent of the governed. posted at
Friday, September 09, 2005 | Nighttime on The City of New Orleans
Only in America would the citizenry watch thousands upon thousands of their countrymen die a slow agonizing death, some penned by armed gunmen in filthy enclaves with murderers and child rapists, and accept it as the will of their government.
Today I do not know if I am sadder about the massacre of New Orleans, the loss of the all the people, the city that was those people, or the fact that the public, even the reviled themselves, watched it live on TV and the streets of Washington are still free from hordes. As were the roads into the city. There were not that many soldiers. Nothing that could have held back millions, had they taken exception to the decision.
Not even the reviled target groups marched in millions, to Washington, to New Orleans, to overpower the relatively small number of gunmen sent by (God Speaks Through) Bush to prevent rogue citizens from saving their brothers and sisters.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Mitch, in impoverished pueblitos of Central America inaccessible to any vehicle, the people formed human chains to pass water and food, hand to hand down the gorges and up the mountains to the mothers and babies and grandfathers and uncles. They had little to pass, but all day and all night they stood in the mud and hefted buckets of rice, and beans and water, to the next pair of aching hands. Had any gunmen tried to stop them, God help those gunmen. And in those pueblitos, they did not have CNN, or Fox, or MSNBC to show them the dying children, the gasping elderly, the mothers falling from thirst.
Oh, America had its moments, when even the most patriotic of media figures shouted, "Let the people out!" and here and there there were some who felt an unfamiliar stirring of something as the media showed scenes of horror on one side of the screen, while officials on the other side explained that it was not so. Enough of a stirring, or perhaps simply enough time had elapsed, thought Washington, that most of this troublesome population, as Wolf Blitzer calls them, so poor, so black, would have perished and it would therefore be OK to magnanimously allow some lives to be spared.
And there have been tales of true generosity and heroism, even before permission was given. That old Miep Gies gene lives, and every heart in which it lives is precious.
In all fairness no one in Washington expected so many of them to still be not only alive, but ambulatory, by Thursday.
It was felt that the point had been made and on Friday the TV images began to show trucks coming in, soldiers. Naturally it took a while for them to get set up and get to work. The number of survivors continued to surprise. They had almost a week.
A week during which no million man marches were seen.
A week during which Americans who had long since learned not only to accept but to praise torturers and sexual predators as the divinely mandated manifestation of their will, of their destiny, now applied those skills to accepting the genocide of their own fellow taxpayers.
In any other country, it would have been necessary to bar the media from the scene. In any other country, there would have been to say the least "unrest."
But not in America. There is no nation on earth with a leader more beloved than George Bush, a government more revered.
Americans make the "good Germans" look positively rebellious.
From time to time it has been asked, "is there a limit?"
This week, the world got its answer. There is not. posted at
Unlilke so many, I live. Today, I grieve for all that was lost, and for all that when the day came, was not to be found.
Actions like Sep 11 do not happen in a vaccuum.
Long before those hijackers ever stepped foot on the planes the damage
had been done. They were brainwashed with the same type of garbage
propaganda that is spewed from Fatwa's weblog.
Middle Eastern countries are so much more barbaric today and preAmercia than America can ever hope to be...America has only been around 230 years...who did you blame for everything before that Ductape? I am calling a Fatwa on your bullshit!
IMO - terrorist plain and simple. He is an Al queda operative who
should be put in a cage on gitmo Skinner
My favorite..."In Defense of Holocaust Deniers"
I always thought that "The Enemy Within" was just a metaphore for liberalism, that is, until I encountered Ductape Fatwa. He should be in an orange jumpsuit for sure.
peopleforchange.netductape is either a commie, al queda, or a deep cover mole
Tells you something about this asshole doesn't it. He's really serious.
I believe that DF is nothing but a Republican plant...
Ductape is a commie, a terrorist, and he drinks blood too. He drinks
Capitalist blood. He eats unborn babies too
Give me your address and I'll send you $20 and a thank-you note for taking your hatred elsewhere.
A terrorist with a sense of humor!
He ain't nuthin' but shit
inadequate, halfway house bullshit
You are a dumbass. Fuck you and your condescension about us "benighted sheeple." hamletta
Untruthful, damaging bullshit
no better than the neocons and no different than Timothy McVeigh
dailykos.coma turd in the punchbowl...if DF were Joe Hill he probably would have killed himself rather than get put to death.
A compost pile of fecundity
dailykos.comdespicable and literally mentally ill