Get Cynical

We then started lugging in our food products. The foods I had purchased were mainly snacks, but my mother – God bless her soul – had gone all out with fresh vegetables, fruits, canned goods, breakfast cereals, rice, and pancake fixings. That’s when we got the next message: They will not be able to use the kitchen.

Excuse me? I asked incredulously.

FEMA will not allow any of the kitchen facilities in any of the cabins to be used by the occupants due to fire hazards. FEMA will deliver meals to the cabins. The refugees will be given two meals per day by FEMA. They will not be able to cook. In fact, the “host” goes on to explain, some churches had already enquired about whether they could come in on weekends and fix meals for the people staying in their cabin. FEMA won’t allow it because there could be a situation where one cabin gets steaks and another gets hot dogs – and…

it could cause a riot.

It gets worse.

He then precedes to tell us that some churches had already enquired into whether they could send a van or bus on Sundays to pick up any occupants of their cabins who might be interested in attending church. FEMA will not allow this. The occupants of the camp cannot leave the camp for any reason. If they leave the camp they may never return. They will be issued FEMA identification cards and “a sum of money” and they will remain within the camp for the next 5 months.

My son looks at me and mumbles “Welcome to Krakow.”

My mother then asked if the churches would be allowed to come to their cabin and conduct services if the occupants wanted to attend. The response was “No ma’am. You don’t understand. Your church no longer owns this building. This building is now owned by FEMA and the Oklahoma Highway Patrol. They have it for the next 5 months.” This scares my mother who asks “Do you mean they have leased it?” The man replies, “Yes, ma’am…lock, stock and barrel. They have taken over everything that pertains to this facility for the next 5 months.”

We then lug all food products requiring cooking back to the car. We start unloading our snacks. Mom appeared to have cornered the market in five counties on pop-tarts and apparently that was an acceptable snack so the guy started shoving them under the counter. He said these would be good to tied people over in between their two meals a day. But he tells my mother she must take all the breakfast cereal back. My mother protests that cereal requires no cooking. “There will be no milk, ma’am.” My mother points to the huge industrial double-wide refrigerator the church had just purchased in the past year. “Ma’am, you don’t understand…

It could cause a riot.”

He then points to the vegetables and fruit. “You’ll have to take that back as well. It looks like you’ve got about 10 apples there. I’m about to bring in 40 men. What would we do then?”

My mother, in her sweet, soft voice says, “Quarter them?”

“No ma’am. FEMA said no…

It could cause a riot. You don’t understand the type of people that are about to come here….”

Just some background before I start:

1. I recently earned FEMA certification for their CERT emergency response team. We have been receiving communications recently about possibly volunteering at Falls Creek.

2. I live in the Tulsa area, about 3 hours drive from Falls Creek.

Okay, now to start. Nobody is currently housed at Falls Creek. Nobody has been bussed in, so the part about buses bringing refugees in is not totally factual.

Second, Falls Creek is currently in standby mode in the event that it is needed. This facility will be in standby mode until the 13th.

Third, the presence of military in that area in so short a time is not out of the ordinary. It’s Oklahoma, you can’t go 50 miles without hitting a military post of some type.

I found these photos tucked inside a book that was for sale at a public library. Someone donated this book for the library to raise funds. I’m sure they didn’t realize the photos were hidden within.

The idea is simple: to try and make $1m (US) by selling 1,000,000 pixels for $1 each. Hence, ‘The Million Dollar Homepage”. The main motivation for doing this is to pay for my degree studies, because I don’t like the idea of graduating with a huge student debt. I know people who are paying off student loans 15-20 years after they graduated. Not a nice thought!

So, everyone is welcome to buy my pixels, which are available in 100-pixel ‘blocks’ (each measuring 10×10 pixels). You will see the homepage is divided into 10,000 of these 100-pixel blocks (hence there are 1,000,000 pixels in total). The reason for selling them in 100-pixel blocks is because anything smaller would be too small to display anything meaningful.

BAGHDAD—The 4,000 Louisiana National Guardsmen stationed in Iraq, representing over a third of the state’s troops, called home this week to find out what, if any, help they could offer Katrina survivors from overseas. “The soldiers wanted to know if they could call 911 for anyone, or perhaps send some water via FedEx,” said Louisiana National Guard spokesman Lt. Col. Pete Schneider. The Guardsmen also “would love to send generators, rations, and Black Hawk helicopters for rescue missions,” but, said Schneider, “we desperately need these in Iraq to stay alive.” Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld praised the phone support, but noted that it would take months to transfer any equipment from Iraq to New Orleans, saying, “You fight a national disaster with the equipment you have.”

But let’s move on from America’s perennial, always-just-below-the-surface racism and hits-on-the-poor. The point here is that George W. Bush has a reverse Midas touch. Whatever he involves himself in as a leader winds up in FUBAR land. (If you don’t know what those letters stand for, ask someone in the military: —- Up Beyond All Recognition.)

It happened with his botched oil-company ventures at Arbusto and Harken Energy in Texas; it happened, and is happening in Iraq; and now it’s happening with regard to the Katrina disaster in Louisiana.

Except this time there’s no wealthy family friend, or Saudi prince, or British prime minister, to bail Bush out of his difficulties. He’s out there all by his lonesome, exposed for all the world to see as the emperor with no clothes, a figurehead leader with no emotional or intellectual wherewithal to deal efficiently and correctly with anything beyond the most simple scenarios. Introduce complexity into the equation, and he’s a deer in the highlights of reality.

So…what to do? While Rove&Co. ratchet up the ol’ spin machine — and try to find others to blame for their own gross delays and mistakes — Bush’s normal allies are abandoning him, right and left and right. Business Week, Washington Times, newspapers around the country, conservative pundits David Brooks and Newt Gingrich, retired military officers, and so on — they all can’t believe the idiocy and deadly cluelessness of their GOP hero.

The annual Human Development Report normally concerns itself with the Third World, but the 2005 edition scrutinises inequalities in health provision inside the US as part of a survey of how inequality worldwide is retarding the eradication of poverty.

It reveals that the infant mortality rate has been rising in the US for the past five years – and is now the same as Malaysia. America’s black children are twice as likely as whites to die before their first birthday.

The report is bound to incense the Bush administration as it provides ammunition for critics who have claimed that the fiasco following Hurricane Katrina shows that Washington does not care about poor black Americans. But the 370-page document is critical of American policies towards poverty abroad as well as at home. And, in unusually outspoken language, it accuses the US of having “an overdeveloped military strategy and an under-developed strategy for human security”.

ATLANTA – Not long after some 1,000 firefighters sat down for eight hours of training, the whispering began: “What are we doing here?”

As New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin pleaded on national television for firefighters – his own are exhausted after working around the clock for a week – a battalion of highly trained men and women sat idle Sunday in a muggy Sheraton Hotel conference room in Atlanta.

Many of the firefighters, assembled from Utah and throughout the United States by the Federal Emergency Management Agency, thought they were going to be deployed as emergency workers.

Instead, they have learned they are going to be community-relations officers for FEMA, shuffled throughout the Gulf Coast region to disseminate fliers and a phone number: 1-800-621-FEMA.