I almost had a life

But then I watched this man (yes, it's posted at Michael Moore. But just posted there. You don't have to see Michael.) And I'm crying along with him.

It's all so stupid. It's too hard to turn away and let such stupidity exist where there's such a cost.

I'm still posting because I'm always glad to find fellow bloggers who are also wandering around in a weird haze of rage as Candy at Smart Bitches says.

Comments

  1. Amie Stuart10:13 AM

    Which one are we supposed to watch kate? there's a bunch of links over there.

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  2. Kate10:23 AM

    whoops. It's the Jefferson Parish president--Aaron Broussard. I think I fixed the link.

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  3. Douglas Hoffman11:01 AM

    Yeah, I saw that on TV last night.

    "Weird haze of rage" describes it well. It's spilling over and I'm yelling at my son for little things. I need to chill.

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  4. Amie Stuart11:05 AM

    damnit! just damnit!

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  5. Beth12:23 PM

    When I was a kid and cried too hysterically for too long, my ma would tell me I had to stop because I was making myself sick - and that's exactly how I was crying when I watched Aaron Broussard. I found it linked at a non-Moore site, actually, because I can't seem to stop myself from reading everything on the topic, even though I know it's not good for me and I'm already angry enough to last a lifetime - and not likely to forget it anytime soon.

    I'm afraid I have to insist that you participate in SBD. Or SOMETHING. You absolutely MUST force yourself to think of another subject for at least 5 minutes. You'll make yourself sick, dear Kate.

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  6. Carol Burnside aka Annie Rayburn12:27 PM

    What a senseless waste. Makes you wonder how many more stories we'll hear like that, doesn't it?

    You'll love this article:
    http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/05/opinion/05herbert.html
    where Bob Herbert writes:
    Mr. Bush flew south on Friday and proved (as if more proof were needed) that he didn't get it. Instead of urgently focusing on the people who were stranded, hungry, sick and dying, he engaged in small talk, reminiscing at one point about the days when he used to party in New Orleans, and mentioning that Trent Lott had lost one of his houses but that it would be replaced with "a fantastic house - and I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch."

    Like a boy being prepped for a second crack at a failed exam, Mr. Bush has been meeting with his handlers to see what steps can be taken to minimize the political fallout from this latest demonstration of his ineptitude. But this is not about politics. It's about competence. And when the president is so obviously clueless about matters so obviously important, it means that the rest of us, like the people left stranded in New Orleans, are in deep, deep trouble.
    - - - -
    Sheesh! Clueless doesn't even come close as a description.

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