Moral Contradictions

Thursday, September 08, 2005

A thought...

As you may well know, I'm of the belief that sin is sin is sin. Period. . .

So... on the one hand, 7 years ago we impeached a president who got some on the side and didn't own up, and on the other hand....

I'll let you fill in the blank.

Okay, I'll spell it out - let's just say a blowjob didn't kill thousands of Americans - on American soil as the country watched.


  • Nathan,

    Thank you for putting it so....succinctly.

    I can not begin to express my anger, frustration, overwhelming saddness at the moment. I blogged as soon as our internet was reconnected, which happened this evening at approximately 4 pm, but it said nothing of my emotions, other than those which describe my thankfulness for our family's saftey.

    I watched, from a tiny super 8 motel in Hot Springs, Arkansas, in horror last week as our beloved city, which we worked in, we played in, which is everything we've ever known of a city, of home (we live approximately 15-20 minutes outside of New Orleans) went under. I watched in horror as our beaches, Grand Isle, Biloxi, Gulfport, were ravaged, destroyed. I watched as these areas were pillaged, raped, lotted, and then severely neglected by our government. These places are all we have ever known. I have never set foot on another beach. I have never called another city home.

    After watching for hours the coverage of the devastation, then came the second wind of horrors. Not brought on merely by mother nature herself, but by the desperation of the already desperate human element. I listened as reporters described the screams of those stuck in attics, those who would be left there for days to die in the heat, in the mosquitoes, in the a cesspool of toxic waste, of rotting remains. I watched as grinning politicians fed the nation lines of bull you know what. I watched and listened as Ray Nagin cried and begged for help, as he told us that what Blanco and Bush were saying was one thing, but what they were doing was another. Playing for the cameras he said...through tears. I listened as Aaron Broussard, who in the past has been harshly criticized for urging early evacuations, who had been labelled an alarmist for insisting people leave days in advance of hurricane watches and warnings, cried and begged for help and echoed Nagin's words. I watched as the St. Bernard Parish Sherrif echoed their words. I watched these things and felt helpless. I felt sick, and now, I feel anger.

    It comforts me, now that I'm home and have power, to see so many from so far carting, giving, sharing our frustrations. On our first day home, we went to church, FBC Luling, and saw a large truck, and 18-wheeler, unloading food sent from South Carolina, Vermont, or somewhere in that region (our pastor is from North Carolina). Several days this week we have seen the same. We unloaded items to desperate people from our area, from Orleans, from Jefferson, from St. Bernard. The looks on their faces are a far cry from the one on my own.

    I don't know who said it, whether it was Ray Nagin, Marty Landrieu, or Aaron Broussard, but it was simple and it was the truth: Bureaucracy has committed mass murder.

    By Blogger jayne, at Thursday, September 08, 2005 9:26:00 PM  

  • zenmomma, thank you for eloquently expressing your emotions and observations. I'm glad to hear that you are okay. I still don't have adequate words for how I feel (only border-line vulgar words) about what I saw, and I wasn't anywhere near that area. I can't imagine what you and others went through.

    Please, and I truly mean this, let me know what can be done - what I can do. Prayers, money, supplies, presence. I feel so guilty for only experiencing high gas prices.... I think I'm going to move this to a main post, actually...

    By Blogger Nathan, at Thursday, September 08, 2005 10:22:00 PM  

  • Nathan,

    I noted I wrote "Vermont" as one of the contributors in haste- I meant Virginia.

    When these emotions start getting to me, I tell myself that by tomorrow I
    ll feel better, normal, sane. But then I wake up and don't feel better, in fact I feel worse. I start thinking about those families stuck in attics. I think about the children who were raped and beaten in the superdome- that kept me up all night. I think about Barbara Bush chuckling as she mused that some of these people were waiting for something like this so they could get new "stuff." Yeah, sure, Babs, they were waiting for their families to be swept away so they could get new "stuff." And I think about the first Lady, who at one time I had a bit of dwindling respect, not even knowing the name of the storm that ravaged an entire coastline over a week ago- "Hurricane Corrina" she called it. Several times...

    I can't get over any of it. I don't want to rant on your blog again, but I can't help it. I just get more and more upset as time goes on.

    You know, we talked to some people whose son was in New Orleans- a national guardsman. He said they were there for two days waiting for the orders for Martial Law. Why two days? Why not immediate? For every answer "they" give, I only have more questions. And I can not get over how many flurbs the Bushes seem to pass...Good grief...

    Well, thanks for allowing me to vent these frustrations. Definitely prayers, Nathan. As far as supplies, again, I will ask and see specifically what is needed.

    By Blogger jayne, at Friday, September 09, 2005 10:38:00 AM  

  • Prayers are definitely happening... wow, it's amazing at the sheer enormity of every aspect of this situation.

    By Blogger Nathan, at Friday, September 09, 2005 10:45:00 PM  

  • Well said, all.



    By Blogger Dr. Mike Kear, at Tuesday, September 13, 2005 10:27:00 AM  

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