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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Katrina would have killed me


There are a lot of people out there who are saying that those who stayed behind in New Orleans in spite of the warnings to leave before Katrina hit are "stupid" and deserved their fate.

I have two words for those saying this:

Shut up.

The reason I am saying this is that had I been in New Orleans when Katrina hit the likelihood is, I would be dead right now.

There are a few things some people probably know about me from my time online:

First, I don't drive. I don't own a car. I don't even have a driver's license. So, had the order come to evacuate, I would have had to rely on public transportation. Just like the vast majority of people in the Superdome and the Convention Center. Now those blaming the victims may think that makes me stupid, but there's no way I would try to prove that hypothesis by trying to walk out of the path of a hurricane the width of the state of Washington.

Take a plane out? I'd have had to use public transportation to get to the airport. Hire a cab? It's public transportation. Bus? Train? There's a reason these are called public transportation. It's because the public uses them. I'd have been fighting everyone else in New Orleans for a seat on one of these conveyances. The odds are not good.

Second, I have diabetes. It's type II diabetes, regulated through a combination of insulin, oral medication and diet. Those who have diabetes know it's a balancing act. You let any of that combination of factors get out of balance, and you run the risk of hyperglycemia on the one hand and diabetic shock on the other. It's not a pretty picture. Plus, with no electricity and no refrigeration in the steambath that is New Orleans on the best of summer's days, there's no telling how long the insulin would stay effective.

Third, I can't swim. Enough said about that.

Fourth, I don't own a gun. I have a vague idea how to use them, and I have other weapons, but they're not range weapons. They wouldn't do well against someone at a distance firing a rifle at me.

Fifth, the medication I have been taking lately has made me gain weight and made it hard for me to move in the best of circumstances. There is at least one report of a resident of a medical facility who was euthanized because they could not evacuate him due to his weight.

So the odds are good that I would not have survived five days past the hurricane in rising flood water, with no food, no potable water, and uncertainty as to the effects of my medicine.

So anyone who dares to say that anyone who stayed behind brought this upon themselves -- especially if they did so on the orders of government officials who told people to evacuate to higher ground at the Superdome or the Convention Center -- is looking for an earful.


At 6:50 PM, Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy

'Thought & Humor'

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

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