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Sep. 12, 2005

 

 

I unfriended her.


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Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 01:21:
Subject: Reply to your post...

roboho (roboho) replied to your LiveJournal post in which you said:

> To those coworkers and acquaintances who have joined Mrs. Bush in

talking

> about what a blessing Katrina actually was to the people of New

Orleans,

> who have joined the Republican Party in blaming the poor, blaming the
> mayor of NOLA and the governor of Louisiana, who have not questioned

the

> appropriateness of our president playing guitars and saying "What
> problem?" while thousands lost their lives...

> Let me just say that when I next hear of you losing a beloved friend

or

> family member to death, here is what I'm going to say to you:

> <i>"Gosh, it's really a blessing that they're dead. I mean, they were

in

> pain and suffering, anyway. They weren't healthy, so it's a blessing

in

> disguise that they're gone. And look at all the wonderful cards and
> flowers you got! So, <b>it's really working out well</b> for you,

isn't

> it?"</i>

> You are now warned. No empathy, no sympathy for those who have shown
> none.

• Their reply was:
  
  <i>"Gosh, it's really a blessing that they're dead. I mean, they were
  in
  pain and suffering, anyway. They weren't healthy, so it's a blessing
  in
  disguise that they're gone. And look at all the wonderful cards and
  flowers you got! So, it's really working out well for you, isn't
  it?"</i>
  
  The "gosh" is really so unnecessary. Having watched my father-in-law
  die
  of lung cancer ending on December 9th in a vain struggle to survive
  through the holidays last year I can honestly say that the few people
  that had the gumption to express this sentiment were the ones who
  comforted us the most. We still have the plants that we got from the
  services and they are thriving. I nurture them every day to make sure
  they stay around as long as possible in honor of Rick and his loving
  memory. And frankly, yes, things really did work out well all things
  (suffering, watching the suffering, being helpless to stop the
  suffering)
  being relative. We could still be changing his diapers while he
  struggles
  for every breath and doesn't even recognize us anymore because his
  body
  is so riddled with cancer but instead we get to remember him and
  cherish
  that memory the way he was before it got so bad that the only thing
  we
  could ever recall once he was gone is how far down hill he went.
  
  For the record, the people in New Orleans, the working class, were
  sick
  to fucking death of the tourists and the never ending slavery of
  poverty
  that forced them into the service industry to survive. They, the ones
  I've spoken to, are so thrilled to be out of New Orleans you couldn't
  drag them back with a team of wild horses.
  
  It's one thing to be looking in from the outside and thinking what
  fun it
  is to visit and even live for a little while. It's another to be yet
  another generation of indigent blacks who can't get a leg up in the
  world
  they live in and know nothing else. The never ending cycle has the
  first
  chance in their black history to finally be broken for good.
  
  I HATE that it took this kind of tragedy but maybe, if it were you or
  me,
  we would see it as a blessing in disguise.
  
  I'm just saying...
  
  There's more than one side to every story and in the middle there is
  the
  truth.
  
  I do want to add that the upper and middle class are the ones most
  angry
  about everything and insisting on the rebuild. And for once, they are
  clearly in the minority which just gives me the warm fuzzies inside.
  I
  wonder who's going to serve them now?