We're Fucked.
I've recently posted about my hopes that the Hurricane aftermath would finally snap people out of their Bush-trance. It was the only way to stay sane while watching people scream for help and die in front of my eyes while FEMA and the National Guard sat on their asses waiting for that criminal fuckhead Bush to finish his guitar solo and order them in. The horror, the frustration, was too much to bear without envisioning a redemptive national awakening of conscience.
But now, with a bit more perspective, a bit less alcohol, some time to reflect, I can say that nothing will probably end up happening. The Bushites are crafting their cover story that it was all the New Orleans mayor and Louisiana governor's fault (Democrats, both!): his base, who already have limited empathy for a bunch of poor black people who were too "stupid" to leave the city before the hurricane (in the cars they didn't have, powered by the gas they couldn't afford), will buy it. Democrats and Bush-haters will, rightly, blame the feds. Instead of actually informing people about the reality of the situation, the press will move on to the next runaway Aruban teen, and let the mushy middle figure that it's another case of political "he said-she said" and shrug their shoulders: Football season is starting, after all. The Democrats will whimper like scolded curs, Republicans will end the estate tax and role on to another election victory based on whipping up hatred. (crazy black looters joining gays, atheists and Arabs in the pantheon of threats to the Nation)
Some people are saying that the oil pipeline disruption caused by the hurricane will have a massive impact on the nation's economy, that we're poised on the brink of social collapse. Then every smug, comfortable, full-bellied suburban cockroach who tut-tutted those unruly colored folks for stealing jewelry, will find themselves cut off, for the first time in their lives, from the conveniences and privileges that they consider their birthright.
To quote our president, I say: "Bring it on."
But now, with a bit more perspective, a bit less alcohol, some time to reflect, I can say that nothing will probably end up happening. The Bushites are crafting their cover story that it was all the New Orleans mayor and Louisiana governor's fault (Democrats, both!): his base, who already have limited empathy for a bunch of poor black people who were too "stupid" to leave the city before the hurricane (in the cars they didn't have, powered by the gas they couldn't afford), will buy it. Democrats and Bush-haters will, rightly, blame the feds. Instead of actually informing people about the reality of the situation, the press will move on to the next runaway Aruban teen, and let the mushy middle figure that it's another case of political "he said-she said" and shrug their shoulders: Football season is starting, after all. The Democrats will whimper like scolded curs, Republicans will end the estate tax and role on to another election victory based on whipping up hatred. (crazy black looters joining gays, atheists and Arabs in the pantheon of threats to the Nation)
Some people are saying that the oil pipeline disruption caused by the hurricane will have a massive impact on the nation's economy, that we're poised on the brink of social collapse. Then every smug, comfortable, full-bellied suburban cockroach who tut-tutted those unruly colored folks for stealing jewelry, will find themselves cut off, for the first time in their lives, from the conveniences and privileges that they consider their birthright.
To quote our president, I say: "Bring it on."
posted by matthew christman at 3:29 PM
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