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In Jesse Jackson's latest failed attempt to be the mouth for the disenfranchised blacks of America, he commented that Bush, the response plan and everyone involved in the recent Katrina affair is a racist. The word "refugee" is a racist word to call blacks who have fled from their home town (Jesse Jackson never mentioned the white refugees).
Jackson needs to get over himself. He's tried to bring peace to the middle east, when he himself is perpetuating the act a racism. When you call everything racist it tends to piss people off into doing actual racist activities. By calling everything racist he's giving power to racism. If he just called people a idiot, instead of a racist or said something was just full of crap instead of racism then maybe he'd have a better point.
But Jesse knows racism like a fine cigar. He grew up in the middle of one of the most racist towns in America: Greenville, SC. Oh, you remember all those horror stories you read when you were a kid in history class about the racism that came out of Greenville, right? Oh, wait, that was Alabama and Mississippi. Never mind.
As of right now, I'm going to call my own racism though. I think it's racist how everyone is paying attention to the black victims (notice I didn't say refugees) of Katrina and their hardship, but what about all the white refugees? Where's all the poor white trash people without any teeth and any common sense talking about how they "ain't sure 'bout much, but that there storm sure did blow dang hard"? I've yet to see those people.
Oh, and everyone is talking about the slow response of the nation and the government, but was anyone really prepared for an entire city to be destroyed by a natural disaster? We live in a world (or atleast a country) that thinks we're untouchable, with massive cities that can not be destroyed unless by CGI effects in next summers big box office blockbuster. We're so scared about terrorism no one in the past few years has really stopped to work on response efforts of an entire city being shut down. This is massive. The most of the population is alive and in the transition period within one week is absolutely amazing to me.
I think this whole incident really speaks to the human spirit when rescue helicopters are shot at by gangs and thugs, and rescue attempts are put to a halt until the roving gangs can be stopped. I think sometimes maybe they should've just dropped a bomb on that city and called it a day. I don't say this very often, but thank God for government and some since of order. I think we've seen enough of what minor anarchy can do.
Live. Love. Later.
The trend is dead people. As of 4:00pm, August 3rd, 2005. I'm calling it.
I pulled off the interstate to the exit ramp and stopped at the light yesterday after I got off work going home. I saw a homeless guy with a crude cardboard sign asking for "anything" because "anything will help, God Bless." He was dressed bad and grungy. He need a shower, and needed some new cardboard. As I looked at him something caught my eye.
He was wearing a yellow Lance Armstrong wrist band. Huh? When homeless people starting jumping on the trend, I think that means its done. You know people just wear them to look like they care, but why do homeless people have to look like they care? They're homeless. They're allowed to be a little more selfish about themselves. Maybe it's just me, but I don't understand.
Anyways, the trend is dead, let's move on to whatever is next.
Live. Love. Later.
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