"I'm not a Christian but I respect Jesus for saying that no one is His true follower who does not do right by 'the least of these'."Cassandra, writing on Jeff Wells' blog
"Ring the bells That still Can ring" Leonard Cohen, Anthem
In a dramatic turnabout, the United States is now on the receiving end of help from around the world as some two dozen countries offer post-hurricane assistance... However, in Moscow, a Russian official said the U.S. Federal Emergency Management Agency had rejected a Russian offer to dispatch rescue teams and other aid. Offers have been received from Russia, Japan, Canada, France, Honduras, Germany, Venezuela, Jamaica, Australia, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Switzerland, Greece, Hungary, Colombia, the Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Mexico, China, South Korea, Israel, the United Arab Emirates, NATO and the Organization of American States, the spokesman said... Still, Bush told ABC-TV: “I’m not expecting much from foreign nations because we hadn't asked for it. I do expect a lot of sympathy and perhaps some will send cash dollars. But this country’s going to rise up and take care of it.”
“You know,” he said, “we would love help, but we’re going to take care of our own business as well, and there’s no doubt in my mind we’ll succeed. And there’s no doubt in my mind, as I sit here talking to you, that New Orleans is going to rise up again as a great city.” MSNBC
As tens of thousands of our people rotted in that Skygoddamned dome, as bombs tore across the riverfront, as the National Guard finally ran in, guns blazing, as that poor mayor called out Bush, as the aforementioned Resident told our brothers and sisters to "hang in there"...
As the truth of this administration's grotesque, inhuman contempt for our people was made clear for all to see, as genocide made America its home:
I was having a wonderful time in New York City.
New York doesn't have long, by the way. Have a look into how this city is powered. And how thin a thread that power hangs upon. And consider who's famous former "President" father made the decision not to fix it, and instead, spent the money on slaughtering Iraqis, way back at the dawn of the nineties. New York is one explosion away from becoming New New Orleans.
These are ugly thoughts, on so beautiful a day, but that is what we must all accept, and deal with. This is happening, and will continue to happen. This administration must be impeached. The Federal Reserve must be abolished. We need to listen to our scientists and our historians and our thinkers, not these freakish, loud, bullies. We need drastic change, otherwise it is all over for most of us. I want to live, and I want to spend my life with you, all, because I love you, and there are monsters in suits and ties who think of us as nothing but cattle, or less than cattle, as ants, as bugs, as parasites. They will let us burn in the fire.
This does not have to happen. We have more power than we know. I am filled with sadness in here with this computer, then I step outside onto Broadway and am filled with wonder, as I walk amongst my fellow man. It is the eyes. Our eyes meet, and we smile, we nod, we acknowledge our shared humanity with a few words. The proof, and the truth, of our vast power is plain to see in our eyes.
There is nothing in the eyes of those that have denied our people the help they need, and as people, have a right to. Bush, Cheney, Blair, Rice, Robertson, O'Reilley, the dead masks of the evil that seeks to throw us into bondage. They are dead, they are not us. We love. This is what we do. We have not gotten this far with war, and hate, and lies. We got here with us, and with love. It is this that will get us out. I believe that. I don't believe we are doomed, for a second now, because I step into the street and eyes of people whose stories I will never know meet mine, and it is a power so vast I am awed, I am undone, and I am more sure now than ever that there IS "a crack in everything", and the light will come.
Today I exercised hard at ten am, and was sick in the road because of it. Now my muscles hurt but I feel fantastic. I laid down the vocals for Thanks For All The AIDS this afternoon, bought attire for tomorrow's Clones video shoot, and hooked up with Emile, who makes huge, beautiful music. I try to do that. So we are going to make some huge, beautiful music.
Goodnight, oh my peoples. Sweet dreams be thine. The future is ours.