” A veto last week by President George W. Bush of a popular water projects bill was overridden by the House of Representatives on Tuesday, moving Congress closer to enacting legislation that would authorize $23 billion for nearly 900 projects across the United States.”
Now it’s up to the Senate tomorrow to do the same.
Well, two weeks of not having to hammer the Moronic Inferno of “don’t spend MY tax money on New Orleans” has helped since Betts and I have been way too busy getting the final details on getting the house and cottages running. I would like to state that my mind, my four-letter vocabulary and my soul has NOT rested during this period however.
From the bustling hot-spot of mental giants (?) called Fremont, NE comes this little gem from the Sports Section of the Fremont Tribune. (No, one can’t leave comments there, but go figure… how many up that way could make an intelligent response (or want to) for this kind of tripe?
As it is past 5 AM and as the witchy Night Owl my existence has bequeathed , I must repair to my bed in order to escape the deadly rays of the Sun. I’ll “get on my diatribe” later in the day.
Check out this view of the area, and though they may be 1,023 feet above sea-level, the dump is still on the flood-plain, and therefore the river is right at their feet. Flat-landers = “Flat-liners”.) You know I’m going to whack them very hard… the Corps and the Bureau of Reclamation had much to do with river control up that way so it may be informative for the folks of the Mid-Lands to have an understanding about what they may have to face in time.
New Orleans and SE Louisiana were shattered by the hands of man and the needs of a Nation. That’s what happened on 8/29. (the shorthand is for those who can only remember tiny bits of data)
Once again, I’m going to give you my standard truth speech about the situation down here in the wetlands. I’m tired of doing this, but until we have our reparations and can rebuild, I guess this little Trans witch will keep doing her song and dance running.
First off, we, and our lands were sold and bought by powers, and we didn’t get a say in that. (Sorta like when the slave ship came to harbor and the folks were sold off to the highest bidder.) We had our own place back then… we were our own. Unfortunately, we didn’t have much say in the matter as the buyer and seller had tons of money and guns and we had fishing nets.
We just continued to live our lives and be ourselves. This is our world… screw anything else, this is where we lived, worked and died. (my ancestors are buried here, as will I when the time comes)
In the early 20th Century gas and oil was discovered in our part of the world, and the rapists came into the picture. Our wetlands, our protection and the source of much of the food for this country was carved up by 20,000 miles of canals so that the companies (read- shareholders) could cheap out their operations. The Nation grew upon those actions and profited greatly.
What did my people get from this? A few jobs and destruction of OUR lands.
The river was leveed in order to provide the country with the goods it needed in order to grow and thrive, and all we got for all that effort was a few extra jobs and no consideration for the Sword of Damocles that was hanging over our heads. (Oh yes… putting the Mississippi into levees stopped the natural process of land-building that the river had been performing for millions of years, all the way from Cairo, IL to our current delta.) Now our wetlands are dying because the river cannot replenish them.
What did the future of a bunch of French, Creole and Black lives mean when it came to the fortunes of the NATION? Shit! most of us didn’t even qualify as being white! (I’m one of them)Â Only white people mattered until the mid-Sixties, and therefore we were not to be considered in the transaction.
So our part of this supposed nation of the Free, even though bought and sold by fuckers that never were a part of this culture, became nothing but fodder for the greed and need of the U.S. and it’s hubris. Our ancestors and our land created the prosperity of 2/3s of the country. Our people created great literature, cuisine and music that the Nation could never have conceived. We became the repository of the Old Worlds here in North America, an anachronism and a treasure.
Without our area America would never have come out of the Great Depression, never could have been the liberator in WW II, and never could have placed Humans on the Moon. This Nation would never have achieved the status it has today without using US. WE ARE the major power for this country, and even today, we are the basis of much of what the U.S. is and can be.
We gave willingly as dutiful citizens, but then there came a storm in August, 2005. Our protections against such storms, promised by the same Nation that was destroying our lands, freakin’ damned FAILED, AND MANY OF US DIED OR BECAME HOMELESS. Our world, our little part of it, almost died. Many voices called for our death, but we would not hear them. We are rebuilding OUR land.
Our place almost died. Can you understand that statement? Look around what you perceive as your community being totally gone. Can you stomach that? That your friends, neighbors, shops and eateries are wiped from the face of the Earth? To know that the faces you have known for years are no longer next door or around the corner? To realize that the children (who you hated because of their pranks and noise), are no longer in the place their parents lived in? That they aren’t there to remind you of the continuity of culture? That you are no longer a part of the Dance of Life?
Can you imagine that in the place where you live?
Can you?
I mean really, can you understand all of the folks missing? That you are no longer a part of the thread of Life and history. That you don’t fucking count for shit? ANSWER ME!
If you can respond with a yes to the above question, then you understand where we, the 200,000 who returned to fix this city are coming from. If your answer is no, or who cares, may thou reside in the greatest depths of Hades.
In all of the 200+ years you in the U.S. have “owned” us, we have never begged. We took care of things and kept going. We provided what was needed. (Many of my ancestors lie on the bottom of the oceans because they answered America’s call.)
We here in SE Louisiana have more than given our pound of flesh for this Nation, and it’s time to get a little bit of it back in order to rebuild our homeland. We have more than earned it. Otherwise… you have no idea of the Hell you will have to live in if we are gone from the scene or if we decide to leave your little confederation of states.
Think about it.
I’m Morwen Madrigal, and I must live to be 80 in order to pay the debt of repairing my home that was damaged for the Nation. I gave almost 10 years to this country in service, and am again saddled for another 30 years.
What have you given to America?
From Hartford comes another freakin’ “know it all” editorial.
Y’all just know that I made my thoughts known at the paper’s site.
Just found this link for a good primer on what we here in SE Louisiana are facing when it comes to erosion and levees.
The Gulf Restoration Network is now asking us to let Nagin and the City Council know that we want recycling services to be restored in NOLA. Garbage costs have almost tripled here since “No See-Um” Ray let the new contracts, and these companies don’t do recycling here. This is freakin’ B/S.
We along the Coast are seeking coastal restoration and a healthier Gulf. This means doing the best we can when it comes to disposal of glass, plastics and paper for recycling rather than just filling up landfills during their burial. We must do our ecological duty in making our city Greener.
Levees.org has come up with some good short videos that outline what is needed to protect the Metro area from Tropical storms and flooding. They also cover MRGO and levee failures in the city.
Give ‘em a look-see!
Here’s the link for the last of the T-P’s special report on Coastal Restoration and the dire need we have down here in the swamps.
Here’s the second installment in the T-P’s “Last Chance” series. Same old info, but at least it’s all in one piece.
Another piece was in the paper today concerning Industry and it’s continued damage to the wetlands. These various concerns are the opponents to Coastal Restoration which will help protect the inhabited areas of SE Louisiana.
Good morning!
Well, the T-P has started a special to the paper, Part 1 of 3, entitled “Last Chance”. It’s about the slow growth by Nature of the SE Louisiana coast, and the rapid destruction of the River’s work by the hand of industry and shipping. For those who don’t understand the factors at play in this drama, it’s a very good short course in what our part of the U.S. is dealing with at this time. For those more steeped in this field, it’s a gut-wrencher: our base fears illustrated right in front of us, and the possible loss of all that we hold dear and cherish.
The interactive graphic tells the story in a very cogent way. If some grand projects are not started in 10 years, we very well may lose the battle to save this part of the American landscape. If we lose this one, America is going to become a different world, and one it doesn’t want to confront.
There are those of us who have been trying to get this point across for almost 30 years. Our voices have pretty much fallen upon deaf ears. The visual evidence has been viewed by blinded eyes. Minds have been closed to a possible fate that could badly damage the country. All that is needed is the heart to understand the scenario and to go to work on solving the problem. It ain’t rocket science.
The truth is out there kids. All you need to do is open your minds, ears, eyes and hearts. That’s all I can ask of you.
SAVE SE Louisiana!
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