Bullshit

Section 1. The Blame Game = Bullshit Obviously the time when a responsible goddamned president is going to shed a little light on his mistakes is less of a probably action than peanut butter killing off the entire population of Scandinavia. I'm sick of hypocricy - not implying that i'm not (nor the rest of the good human population) a hypocrit, at some time or another. Problem with government is centralization...centralization of bullshit, centralization of secrets, centralization of mindset, centralization of EGOTISTICAL BASTARDS! Preventing such catastrophic damage to a city beyond comprehendible repair because of toxic waste could have been such an easy task. Perhaps if the levy had been a foot thicker. Perhaps if the levy had been a food deeper. Or...PERHAPS this idea was about to be entertained into reality but was quickly squashed during the impetus of the Iraqi war in which we "...must train them to take care of themselves..." spending our precsious tax dollars on a cause most don't support anymore. For those of you who think that this is a great country - wake up and smell George Bush's ass...IT'S NOT! Any stupid fucker with one lazy eye and a burnt tater tot can tell that, in a tangible state of emergency in the (hypothetically-speaking) greatest country on earth, if the federal government is unable to provide their tax-paying over-working under-sleeping citizens with water and food for FOUR DAYS then there's not much for the rest of us! I would like to hope, money aside, that if I were drowning in a pool of human feces and industrial chemicals, that some trained fed would save my life instead of sitting on his ass while a sixty-year-old man attempts of pull my mangled corpse into a shopping cart to haul me off to a local astrodome. There is NO reason for the feds to leave us hanging (or, preferrably, drowning, in this context). I was in Barnes and Noble a few months back when, in the Philosophy section, a bright red book with gold lettering stimulated my retina. The small hardcover seemed quite simple for the title "On Bullshit". I quickly discovered an irreplacible collection of philosophical ponderings and bitchings about how much bullshit our society puts up with...not because we don't care, but, rather, because we simply accept that our lives shall forever be at least semi-miserable...which is NOT the way it has to be, people! I see the American public as accepting the fact that, if, in the event their entire CITY is flooded, that they will assume the subordinate position and gratefully accept food and water from the government after no less than four days of waiting parched and emaciated on a rooftop as a new standard of "excellence". How much bullshit is that, really? So much bullshit in fact that it is becoming even an unhealthy topic to even discuss: causing so much high blood-pressure that a cholesterol binge may actually be healthier. I, myself, as an adolescent male living in Pennsylvania knowing not a soul that resides/resided in the entire state of Louisana, am, for one, pissed and completely in awe of such an ascinine position. Such a paradox, as it were, that one could even fabricate in one's own MIND that help could be on the way, when truthfully, it was right around the corner... Section 2. - Turns out that food and water were just across the bridge from the convention center, although (hold onto your hats), government officials weren't about to let ANYONE cross that bridge to a salvation sought after by many, and given up on by many more. Also, there has been talk that there were loads of these essentials existing also in the superdome but weren't distributed because these "heathen people would never leave the dome if they knew food existed...and, let's face it, starvation is SO much more fulfilling to the end viewer than providing "shelter" for a few more hours" <=my version of what really happened, in all the vividness of the minds that have undergone such stresses without much able to be questioned validly.