Excuse my French everybody in America
Aight so since I last posted, something rather drastic has happened (y'all know what salad I'm talkin' bout). I won't post anything substantive or coherent about Katrina yet, mainly because I can't. This blog was meant for stupid random funny shit about sports and politics, so I can't really post about something that's been as difficult to get my head around as Katrina. I guess I'll just ramble now for a bit. For the past week I haven't been able to think or act properly. And for some reason it's been far more confusing than I'd thought it would be. The reason for my confusion is what I'll ramble on about now. It's not even about the thousands of innocent people who have died or the hundreds of thousands of survivors who have nothing to go back to or all the friends and family I was worried about. Those things are concrete, and I guess humans are wired to know how to respond to them. Grief, anger, helplessness, hope, whatever it is that you'll feel, at least it's something, and at least it's not vague and inarticulate. So I guess the confusion lies in losing something abstract and conceptual. We pretty much lost the city of New Orleans. At least for the moment, at least as we used to know it. The slowly creeping awareness of that loss is the most extraordinary and unfamiliar feeling I have ever encountered. How do you make sense out of that? What does that even mean, to lose an entire fucking city? This is some Pompeii or Atlantis type shit we're talking about here. I guess since a lot of people who read my blog are from Waleeziana you might understand where I'm coming from and at least shed some light on this.
Anyway for those who are alright, let me know what you are up to now. I haven't been able to call anyone on account of no working cell phones. I've been worried about how everyone will get back on their feet. Also, how are everyone's houses holding up? My house apparently didn't have any water in it but it did have some structural damage. I was looking through the satellite images online and I think I notced some extensive damage to EJ's roof. But then again things can be hard to make out in those pictures. If you want to check out some pics here's the site. Are y'all gonna try to go back to the city as soon as it becomes inhabitabIe again? My parents have been saying that they want to move out for good. My mom is sick of living in constant fear of flooding so she mentioned moving back to Bangladesh. Perhaps the irony was lost on her. I want to go back and help rebuild. I guess since I can't call y'all, let me know what's up in the comments. And Fatty, if you're reading this, we gotta come up with a rap tribute (or maybe just make some additions to "70003").
OK, anyway, I'll be back to writing stupidass giggle-inducing posts in a bit, but until then here's something that may tide y'all over.
Separated at birth???
1 comment:
Dude, Katrina sucks. Katarina sucks too, but that's just because she broke up with me. Katrina didn't break up with me. No, Katrina thought she was too cool for me. Also, you have to give Bush the benefit of the doubt here. There was no way to know that New Orleans would be hit by a hurricane. Who even knew that Hurricanes existed? I didn't. Who even knew that Louisiana was a state? I thought it was like Xanadu, you know? Something fake for movies. I think we should focus on what a good job Bush is doing given he is the first president with Down's Syndrome.
On a lighter note, have you seen your new commercial? The one that starts off with "Shaq here." It's for Verizon. Your performance is for the ages, please give it a look-see. Hope all is well.
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