Wednesday. Or Thursday.

Strangely, it's tomorrow.

I woke up this morning to news of looting in New Orleans.

I trust that my initial reaction was the same as yours: "So, there're no white people looting in the big easy?"

Some research gave me a possibly unfair, but telling all the same, look into the situation.


Speaking of spooky, have you all read the Time article Titan Rain? It would seem that the country that gave rise to the internet is completely incapable of defending itself from its own creation. For some reason, this scares me much more than endless Iranian nuke headlines. Doesn't Yawn have something to say about it?


I must admit that I ignored the coverage of Katrina until it was too late. Every time a hurricane comes around, we hear talking heads spelling disaster. Well, this time, it appears to have been correct.

I was going to post pictures of the refugees waiving flags at the news helicopters. Perhaps mention that most NO burials are above ground, mausoleums. It's obvious where that thought is going.

In my free time, I worry about a nuclear strike upon our soil. Be it a renegade suitcase-bomb attack, or a full fledged WW3 situation, I wondered about the aftermath. I think that we know the answer, now.

Somewhere, the deep-left is sharpening knives, trying to blame W. for the storm. Somewhere, the deep-right is doing the same. I am so weary, so tired, of partisan attacks. Like 9/11, can we just understand that this was a terrible disaster upon American soil? Can't we agree to help as best we can, and not place blame?

My stomach turns when any tragedy is exploited. Blue, red. Conservative, liberal. TV Pundit, cheap Blog poster:

Pray for those still in their houses, still just above water, still waiting for potable water, still in the dead zone.

There is always tomorrow. Tomorrow will come more quickly than you, I, or anyone else could have predicted. And it will come. As sure as the.... it will come.