New Orleans

[CJ]

i don` know what to say here,i wonder if this is going to get very,very bad. There`s a marker in situations that gets passed,an` is evident only in retrospect,if then. that`s because,in simplistic sense it takes so much time for enough whatever, to get in the pipline to help,make a difference,...X- amount of food,Y- amount of water,Z- number of police/medics to protect the helpless .I`m starting to wonder how many will end up dead in their attics. I wonder how far the deterioration of 'law' and ethics is going to proceed.

     It may be too early yet,but I really don` know what i am seeing from Bush.Not much... Should the word"Iraq' be a better motivator for him then the word 'New Orleans"? With a lot of frenetic gestering and growling,indications of intent were- goin`- to -kick- your- ass- find- those- weapons-get- it -done -yesterday, from all his aids/ advisers /puppetmen. I jus don` see the big jump in w/ two feet in happening here,to provide relief and protection to these people. And it sounds like for all the world the U.S. has lost a city. My imagination?...or was it mabe jus` not a very important city., inhabitied by PPL. we don` care about(very poor black). Now,Those oil platforms/industry sounds significant,enough for worry.Bush has talked about that.

     Of course he has flown over the devastation,mouthed things about it...

     I hope the worst is happening now, and that the curve will start back up,because we all know now that it is bad there,and we all even knew in advance it was coming That`s all it should take for this country,....right?

     You know,Bush is a trip.It`s Hard to call a man evil when it`s so apparrant it`s a form of perceptual blindness. At best it makes him uncomfortable, because he can`t get the milage he can(could) out of the  war or soothe significantly his sinking standing.But, he does know it is 'important',and I`m sure he feels... something to do w/ compassionatte conservativism,that`s it...right? So, he has dumped the organizing an` cheerleading on Clinton an his Dad,two previous Presidents. Wouldn`t want his own attention bothered by the whole thing,now would he??Got that war already like a noose around his private parts,yanking him here and there. Kind of sad,really...He`ll probable get wise,somebody worth their salt will get in his ear.

     For the sake of the people there,i sure hope so.

     Because it could get very bad.

[dissident]

"like a noose around his private parts,yanking him here and there."

I would say thats been an accurate description of his behavior from day one of this administration.

[caulfield]

Thought I would share this because it actually cheered me up some (I know I have been real doom 'n gloom about all this).



Got a good chuckle out of me...  :lol:

-caul who never got to visit the Big Izzy

[dissident]

whites find, blacks loot...its just totally mystifying to me why people are so intrinsically fucked up.  Almost like insects in their hive mentality.  I am directing this small tirade towards the media by the way, since words in a forum can be interpreted lots of ways.  Thanks news sources for trying to define my reality for me, but I think I can take care of it from here, fuck off please.  

And to Caulfield, been a long time, how have you been? I miss your wise stories in mIRC, may we type together again someday.

[Finbar]

I dunno, I would be not hold it against anyone liberating some foodstuffs for survival. Survival of the stickyest fingerz.

Stealing tha plasma tv iz a mirror of Man's short-sightedness. Rather comical. Me thinkz a diet rich in plasma causez cavitiez.

I fear that east of tha Big Easy - tha deathz will be much higher(from tha initial surge).

The gubmint o-fficalie that said..."blah, blah, blah...hurricane kat-A-rina. Fuck all! He doesn't even know tha name of the bitch water twister.

And later on..."blah, blah, blah...we in Washington know what 90 d-gree weather iz like." I'll bet that if we could turn off all tha sweet air-conditioned air on "Tha Hill" - thingz would get done alot sooner in Tha Big Easy.

Liar, lyin' fuck-speak.

I 'member a coupla weekz before tha bitch water twister hit - tha newz vendor jockeyz wuz a sayin' that all tha fat catz in Washington had gone on "vacation" for tha summer due to tha heat.

Yet, tha clock-punchin' - liar, lyin', fuck-speaker, "...knowz about 90 d-gree weather iz like."

Thiz iz a cluster fuck.

And on many levelz.

I have to question tha rationale of building a port city...BELOW SEA LEVEL!

But, I also believe in turnin' them lemmonz inta a fine $30 a jug wine. Once all soulz iz evacuated(not tha alien spaceship method) -  bust all tha leveez. Make tha Big Easy...The Big Easy Venice. Thatz rite. Tha canalz of New, New O'leanz. Hire tha outta worked inta paddlin' them g-gon-gondilere boatz thru them flooded skreetz.

Instead of, "o-soula me-o" quaftin' thru the canalz, it'll be, "An' she walked that walk - how, how, how - HEEEY-HEYAH!"

Me unfathomable sadness iz only overpowered by me hope that thiz iz tha begining of tha end. Tha thin thread of hope that I see iz that tha peepz awake frum they baby aslumberin' sleep and see tha doltz that "run" thiz cuntry are runnin' it alwrite...runnin' it rite inta tha chest deep waterz of revolution. Juss like our Constitution sez we can.

Juss like tha G...wantin' ta pump all that water outta of a billion dollar idear.

The Superdome. Tha place I furst caught tha Stonez. Tattoo You.

There can be no excuse that Uncle Jed would buy - that they are tryin' ta sell right now. Peepz droppin' like so many chattle.

I say fire tha whole friggin' bunch on tha Hill. What a bunch of cluster fuckerz. Thang iz, they are so good at it...that have been alayin' tha pipe ta us so long...we don't feel tha ass-burn until yearz later. And they have snuk away to retirement at HALF FRIGGIN' SALARY FOR LIFE!

Doez your job offer half friggin' salary for life?

At least Gulliani had tha ballz ta walk down tha rubbled skreetz of tha Big Apple while tha dust wuz still abillowin'.

I see no leaderz in tha Big Flooded Easy.

Not one.

Fear not o-misguided Left. Tha Democrookz just got handed electionz for tha next 20 yearz. Unless they put some total dolt-puppit on tha master'z kneez.

Lordz of tha fliez.

Tell uz more liez.

Tha chief fuck speaker forgot one simple caviat...it'z not tha heat - it'z tha humiditee.

Tha humiditee in Tha Big Flooded Easy iz about chest deep. Tha waterz are risin' on tha Hill. Depth...nose high. Little Napoleanz should be good at that - nostrilz in tha air.

Oh yeah, tell us another bedtimed storee...ya know, like the "single bullet theoree."

From tha water proofed bunker,
Fin

(edit - meant ta say, '...east of tha Big Easy.'

[dissident]

I just gotta ask, finbar, are you the same finbar from cryptozoology websites, and who loves ferrets?

[caulfield]

I mish ya too denty. Jush got back from a bar ackshully. (but keep dat to yershelf) If'n jah warna know why'n I'm suh mad... Well s'like dis see... Dere was dis wun sity see. And everwun kept telling me of how nice it was, how I should see it, how yew-neeq it werz. And now, just like DAT, iz gun. No mure.

En evan if'n dey rebildit eventooly. It'sa not gonna be da same meat-a-ball.

Iz 2AM heer. Bettah gessum slip.

I still canna beleave dat a whole damm sity be warshed avay.

[Finbar]

I just gotta ask, finbar, are you the same finbar from cryptozoology websites, and who loves ferrets?

Aaarru?

I don't get it. Someone axed me tha same thang at tha defunked SPF.

No, I do not post on no cryptozoology websitez. Please post a link fer me gigglez(or PM).

Me have posted on other sites about axin' fer recipeez fer Bigfeetz stew an' such.

I gotz a steamer trunk fulla Bigfeetz meatz rite now. Anybodee gotz a good recipee?

Oh yeah, anybodee knowz iff'n h'itz legal to shootz a Bigfeetz?

Ebery time I goez down ta tha harwarez store and ax about a liscence fer ahuntin' Bigfeetz - they just laff an' laff at Fin.

Well, I'm tha one that gotz a steamer trunk fulla Bigfeetz meatz.

Tha one that fellz that Bigfeetz beef-critter last, laffz last.

No, I don't like no ferretz. Too many small bonez. An' they tastez like chickun.

I fear this batch of Bigfeetz iz about ta turn. I felled him last Tuezday.

Gotz ta run...gotta go see iff'n they gotz them new liscencez in yet.

Fin

[laughingwillow]

LOL I grew up in a pet shop. The only animals who have managed to terrorize me to any extent was a pair of kinkajoos when I was 10 and a frigging ferret of my dad's when I was an adult. I stepped out of his shower my first day visiting and that ferret was waiting at the bathroom door. He jumped onot my foot and proceeded to bite the fuck out of my toe, dwawing a steadily pumping stream of blood. I let out a roar and flung the little cretin across the room with a kicking motion. His forward motion was halted by the wall. Then the damnable satan spawn shook its head and scrambled back across the room for round two..... I kickballed him in the head as he dove for an exposed ankle, just wanting enough time to collect my wits. In the end, I'm guessing my dad stepped in before survival became an issue.

I still like the little critters. I'm just not as surprised when even the most tame decide to take a little nip-o-lw..

lw

[neonaut]

Ha ha , reminds me of beastmaster.

DAR is god.

[JRL]

I was on a tour with a keyboard player that loved ferrets and as soon as we hit Idaho, where they are legal, he bought first one then another.

Smart dude, we had 5 guys and would get three rooms, who wanted to room with two ferrets and a drunk? Hence he had a his own room and we bunked.

Nasty beasts. We get to Idaho Falls, we all lived in a band house. So we got to know the ferrets up close and personal. They CAN draw blood, stink to high heaven and Art would just let them run loose in the house. Stole my shoe one time and had to search the place to find it.

We were leaving our hotel in Redding CA and we ran into this bass player we knew, a black dude from Philly. He said "why you got giant rats in a box?"

[dissident]

http://www.cryptozoology.com/

The doppelganger finbar left that site a while ago though.

[space]

We were leaving our hotel in Redding CA and we ran into this bass player we knew, a black dude from Philly. He said "why you got giant rats in a box?"

Animal Stories I

First girl I dated in high school was named Rae:  we were both 13.  She was adopted, "orphaned" from a South American native people, shopped around for barren white people in the 1950s.  White infants are always hard to come by.

Her adoptive father had died several years before I met Rae.  Her mother was a gin skeleton, all sucked up dry to the bone by gin and twists of lime:   pale, stick-thin and fading; her daughter was dark, darting, fine-boned as a sparrow.  They bounced around their little 2 bedroom ranch like black and white doves.   I was in love with an exotic woman; I couldn't believe my luck.

I only visited her house twice.  The first time, I had dinner with Rae and her mother.  The food was like cardboard; Rae was radiant.  

I had noticed a slightly acrid odor all evening, and when we moved to the TV room, I found out why.  Behind the bi-fold doors lurked the two biggest, most trapeze-muscled, unfixed Siamese tomcats I've ever met.  They turned in unison when I walked throught the door, and they hackled and hissed like choreographed demons.  

It went downhill from there.  At one point, I sat in an easy chair, one cat on the lamp table to my right, the other on the left chair arm, both glaring at me, like, "We know what you're thinking--we are the Guardians of the princess--touch her and die."  Periodically, one of them would hiss or snarl.

Rae and her mother were vastly amused; my first shadow on Venus.

A week later we went to the matinee at the Circle Theater..."How the West Was Won," maybe, or "Dr. Zhivago."  We went out for hot dogs, fries and shakes.  I squirted ketchup all over my shirt.  I was excruciatingly awkward.

A week later, I was again invited to her home.  We ate something tasteless in near silence and then went to the TV room.  Rae's mother left us alone.

"Well, the thing is, you're a messy eater and my cats don't like you."

Then she got up, opened the door, and let the cats in.  They trotted over to my chair and leapt into position.  Rae, her mother, and the cats sat with me till my ride came.

I have often thought of Rae since that day, and I have often wondered how things would've worked out without those cats, each time wondering how things might've worked out if we met at that particular time I was remembering her instead of when we did...  When she invited me over the first time, she told me she liked me because I was quiet and kind.   In another year, I would've been more coordinated...

Funny, what little bumps in the road turn the wheel this way and that, the early turns especially making so much difference, closing off these roads, opening those.  I hope Rae is happy, and I hope those cats are burning in hell.


EDIT:  Stay tuned for "space kills a ferret!"

[Finbar]

Diss,

I checked tha site. Thanx. That wuz not the real Finbarâ,,¢. I don't post on no sitez about makin' friendz with no beef-critter Bigfeetz. They h'ain't no petz - they'z meatz.

I once knewed a fellar in tha village that tried to make a pet outta baby Bigfeetz. Yup, sure enough, they'z cute az a bikini stripper when they'z young and cuddly-like.

Well, Leige luved that walkin' hair carpet until tha day he died. That iz, until tha day that 800 poundz of missing link hit pubertee. There iz no limitz ta whut a horny nine feetz critter will do ta get ta them matin' groundz.

See, ol' Leige kept tha beast chained to tha still. He figured it wuz one of them, "two birdz with one stone" type dealz. Leige getz a pet none have ever had before, and protection for hiz still from tha McCoyz in tha next holler.

Tha night Leige last fired tha still and wuz a'waitin' for sum squeezin's ta drip-drop out...tha monster went - literaly apey-shit wild.

When he yanked tha chain frum tha radiator/condenser - them squeezin's hit that flame and Leige went all crispy critter on us.

Iff'n ya'll ever seed a Bigfeetz with a singed and scarred ass...give us a ring. They iz a few fellarz and kinfolkz that pray a word with they long lost pet. Not ta mention h'it'z tha BigFeetz Festivall in our mountain village next month.

Most in tha village have been crippled by theze dangerouz...and quite tastee critterz.

Up on tha hill, we iz baffled that tha lowlanderz alwayz think Bigfeetz critterz and them space alienz iz alwayz agonna be all friendly like.

I am still not up ta aspeakin' about them intergalactic reprobatez.

Fin

[Amomynous]

whites find, blacks loot...its just totally mystifying to me why people are so intrinsically fucked up.

Such language games are common from all areas of the politiical rainbow. For example, this headline comes from Today's Salon:

Right-wingers point to blacks looting and see a Hobbesian war of all against all. Liberals see a failure of civilization to help the poorest among us.

Note that it's not "right-winger vs. left-wingers," or "liberals vs. conservative." Salon (a good ezine but with a distinct bias) uses a perjorative term for the right side, a neutral term for the left.

Shame shit, different day. See Orwell for discussion.