How Quickly They Forget

Editorial Cartoon by David Stoll / The Lumberjack

The US and most world media outlets are nothing but fadists, the equvilent of midlife crisis skirt chasers. Guess what? I am sure there are still larger areas of New Orleans that have not been repaired and thousands who have not been able to return to their homes. I know that Haiti today is not much better than it was just after the earthquake. There is still little stability in Iraq and...

The radiation in the No. 1 Reactor buliding At the Fukushima Power plant is the highest it has ever been. 

Yes, that's right, worse now than it was when Anderson Cooper was running around screaming The Sky is Falling. Worse than when Diane Sawyer cried over the devistation, worse than when the lot of them were camped out 150 miles away in Tokyo discussing events like they were standing in the middle of the worst hit towns.

They are fickle, the viewers are fickle, the News is not the NEWS anymore, it is just "for entertainment" shock and awe. The sooner everyone accepts that and moves on the better. The News is gone. We are left with THE MEDIA. And they are not just a part of the problem, they are a CAUSE of the problem. They make it all worse and they do it on purpose. Tomorrow's news story is simply whatever they think will capture and keep people's attention.

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Bush To Visit New Orleans, or, Disgrace Visits Disaster

"Help" image downloaded from www.katrinadestruction.com

"Three years later, 'we see hopeful signs of progress,'"

That's the phrase that will be repeated seven times during the speech he is going to make. Three years? "Hopeful signs of progress" after three years?

Here's what I know. A city I used to adore, hell, I loved New Orleans sober. There were a lot of towns that once I quit drinking lost all their appeal and charm. Not New Orleans.

Now, it's gone. Dead. Gone. The mold that grew in the Lower Ninth, the noxious stuff that blossomed out of the combination of petrochemicals, human waste, rotting bodies, rotting food, decaying houses and such is toxic to a level where a wonderful singer and a good friend who used to live there is unable to even go near the place he grew up, he has asthma and a breath of home might kill him.

The rebuilding of an Epcot Center, monsterous capitalist version of "The NewOrleansland Experience" is not something I want to see.

Until my friend, his family and I can strut down the streets on Fat Tuesday with The Wild Tchapatulas, fuck it. I ain't going. To see what they've done would only break my heart.

That George W. Bush has the fucking gall, the bloody goddammed cheek to visit the scene of his worst domestic crime appalls me.

I'm going to be in kitchen with kids today, trying to keep my heart from exploding.

Pomegranate Sherbet is our plan.

Nothing at all, neglect would have been better than the crap they've delivered and called help.

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