stillsostrange

I don't know. I wish I did.

I wrote my congresscritters today.

In the midst of this tragedy, I take great pride in the state of Texas. Everywhere I turn I see ordinary Texans doing whatever they can for refugees, providing food and water, clothing and shelter, providing simple human kindness. The timeliness of their response, and the warmth and generosity with which they provided it, only serves to cast further shame on the federal government, which has responded with delays, equivocations, and bald-faced lies.

Destruction in the wake of natural disaster such as Katrina could not have been avoided. The astounding loss of life, and callous disregard with which survivors were treated could--and most certainly should--have been prevented.

It doesn't feel like enough. Nothing I do feels like enough. I have a big ole stupid case of survivor's guilt, which, like most stupid things, won't leave me alone. I catalogue books and write novels and hug my cats and I just feel so helpless. And then I think Helpless? Shit, lady, how do you think everbody in NO feels? and I feel worse.

Argh.

Okay, done whining. I'll try to stay angry instead of mopey, and go back to rambling about books.

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