|How do you speak of nature's atrocities, these God-awful atrocities that were Hurricane Katrina. Katrina molested our beautiful city, New Orleans, and strew the dead and pummeled the living. Nature is an unforgiving mistress to those of us who don't pay proper attention to her presence. We knew of this! We knew it! Galveston 1900, tens of thousands dead, tens of thousands lost, beyond recognition, beyond salvation. 1900, the dead were gathered and laid out on a barge and sent out to sea. A burial at sea. But then nature, the almighty, brought each of the dead back, one by one, and deposited them, rotting and stinking, on the shores of Galveston. We knew of this! I know, I repeat myself. But what of New Orleans? Where did all the money go? Not on the levies, not where it was supposed to go. And then Katrina. Imagine the water rising and you are trapped inside your house and the water is rising, rising and suddenly the top of your head is touching the ceiling. Rising, rising, and you think the unthinkable, "I'm going to drown in my own house! If the water rises just a few more inches we are all going to drown - in our house!" How could this be? And then you begin hacking at the ceiling, trying desperately to break through. You must break through! And the lucky ones did, so they thought. They only broke through so they could wait endless hours in the sun and heat, waiting on their roofs. Or perchance, they were rescued only to be deposited at the Convention Center or a freeway overpass where no one came to help them. And they suffered, starved and even died. These people who had no money to evacuate. And nature got even! Everything that was looted from the stores was lost in the water! Everything! Nature is an unforgiving mistress! And so, they lost it all because of nature and mismanagement. Where did all the money go? New Orleans, the tourism capital, made plenty enough money to save itself. Where did it go? Not on the levies. The city is below sea level, they knew this would happen someday. And it did ...........
Well, to you, all my lovlies, as you can see, my heart is with New Orleans. Now I've had my rant and now I will show you the tragic images of a reckoning. This was human in nature and had nothing to do with God. It was our mismanagement. We all knew what needed to be done and we didn't do it! You ask why do I say "we"? Because we were all there, we had fun there, we ate there, we drank there, we slept there. We knew it. So here are the images. They are gruesome, awesome, terrifying but they must be shown. If I piss someone off by my presentation, well, so be it. You should have been pissed off long before this happened. I am reminded of the 1900 Galveston storm yet again. It was exciting when the wind started to kick up, let's play on the beach! The waves, oh how magnificent! And then, the water completely covered Galveston Island, in some places as deep as 17 feet, and with only the grace of God did the water recede. And so with Hurricane Katrina! Remember, dear ones, never forget those that were lost in 1900 and 2005. In love and remembrance, Janet
Now to begin, I recall a story from the 1900 Galveston Storm. After the storm, a man was walking along the beach hoping to find survivors, hoping against hope. The man came upon a piece of rope that was buried in the sand with only a small length of it lying atop the sand. He reached over and tugged on the rope and it only led to more rope. The man tugged, unearthing the rope until he came upon something tied to the rope. It was a child. And the man continued unearthing the rope and came upon several children, one by one, all bound around their waists with the rope, all dead, buried in the sand. And then finally, he came to the end of the rope which was looped around the waist of a nun who had tied herself and all the 10 orphans together in hopes of saving them from the winds and rising water. They all drowned, still tied together and buried, each and every one of them, under the sand. Futile efforts against nature's rage.
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