Heat and Frustration

Just to wake up and be comfortable. To be alive and hydrated, to have a future is enough it seems. Been watching the hurricane coverage for days now, wishing I was able to do something, since I have no money I would have volunteered my time and energy to help people. I'm just putting it out there, folks, those who know me or don't know me know if I'm full of shit or not, sometimes I'm not sure even myself. But if I was asked to go and help I would surely do so.
Jules cried herself to sleep from a similar frustration, the stories of children being separated from the pets and loved ones. And newborn babies being separated from displaced parents is a hell of a way to enter life. It makes a kid like that wonder what America is about, if the child only knew.
So I bide my time back in DC, climbing on the bike to feel the sun and sweat like everyone else. I can't sit and watch CNN all day, waiting for the Smithsonian to call. I noticed in Georgetown the regular gas was going for $3.28 a gallon. It's shocking, but the SUVs crawled and searched for parking spaces on ritzy M Street anyway.
I walked through Theodore Roosevelt Island, marveling at the massively overgrown 100 year old trees. All of them covered in tight choking vines, poison Ivy, other plant life. Spider webs and butterflies. Many trees overturned, great refuge for squirrels, raccoons and snakes.
Back on the trail, I myself ran out of gas, a small breakfast to blame. Just shows you the fallacy of cathartic suffering, or is it exercise? Either way I returned, watched more damn Bush speeches, like that's all he can do. Instead of adding his input to the briefing of the local military authorities, he takes the opportunity to " I just want to thank..." Please! I normally don't yell at the TV, but I was pleading with Mr. Sanyo to shut up. Are you with me, world? Haven't we had enough of this guy?
Follow the link to share in the indignance with our hard working reporters in the field. I've been particularly impressed with angry homo Anderson Cooper. Speak yo mind, sailor boy.
And bravo to Kanye West. I've never heard his music, I'm not sold on his fashion sense, but on the first airing of the televised Concert for Relief he was sort of babbling about the negligence and racism by the government's escape plan, the description of his people as refugees (not merely Fugees) and he managed to slip in "Bush does not care about black people". Whoah-ho! That was not in the script, folks!
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