That's all, just "Wow".
Chinquapin(just so overwhelmed by the B.S. that I'm speachless these days)
Posted by chinquapin2
at 6:48 PM PST
Tuesday, 28 March 2006
Wow, Weinberger & Nofziger...
That's all, just "Wow".
Chinquapin(just so overwhelmed by the B.S. that I'm speachless these days)
That's all, just "Wow".
Chinquapin(just so overwhelmed by the B.S. that I'm speachless these days)
Sunday, 12 March 2006
Coming Up On 3 Years
Man, I really want to be able to fly Old Glory again. But it looks like I'm gonna have to wait until Jan. 2009.
I hope the Chinese don't call in our debt before then.
And if Helen Thomas is still alive, I hope she's awarded the medal of freedom, if that honor still means anything after these schmucks are through.
Chinquapin
Man, I really want to be able to fly Old Glory again. But it looks like I'm gonna have to wait until Jan. 2009.
I hope the Chinese don't call in our debt before then.
And if Helen Thomas is still alive, I hope she's awarded the medal of freedom, if that honor still means anything after these schmucks are through.
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 12:34 PM PST
Thursday, 2 March 2006
Copy & Paste Job
Mood:
incredulous
Boy, I've become a real slug at The Nut House. Only 30 days 'til Daylight Time!!!
Bill Pitt has captured most of my frustrations about George W.(the dog ate my homework)Bush's excuse, "No one could have anticipated...", so I'll let him have the floor.
'No One Could Have Anticipated ...'
By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
Thursday 02 March 2006
The video is gut-wrenching.
There they sit, a whole room full of hurricane experts and disaster managers, shouting down a telephone line at George W. Bush, warning him a full day ahead of time that Hurricane Katrina is a catastrophe waiting to happen. There stands Max Mayfield, Director of the National Hurricane Center, emphatically explaining that Katrina is far larger and more dangerous than Hurricane Andrew, that the levees in New Orleans are in grave danger of being overtopped, and that the loss of life could be extreme.
There sits the much-maligned FEMA Director Michael Brown, joining in the chorus of warnings to Mr. Bush and giving every appearance of a man actually doing his job. "This is, to put it mildly, the big one," says Brown. "Everyone within FEMA is now virtually on call." Brown goes on to deliver an eerily accurate prediction of the horrors to come within the Louisiana Superdome. "I don't know what the heck we're going to do for that, and I also am concerned about that roof," says Brown. "Not to be kind of gross here, but I'm concerned about (medical and mortuary disaster team) assets and their ability to respond to a catastrophe within a catastrophe."
And there, of course, is Mr. Bush, sitting in a dim conference room while on vacation in Texas, listening to all the pleas for immediate action on the telephone. With an emphatic hand gesture, Bush promises any and all help necessary. "I want to assure the folks at the state level that we are fully prepared to not only help you during the storm," says Bush, "but we will move in whatever resources and assets we have at our disposal after the storm." After the delivery of this promise, however, Bush goes mute. No questions, no comments, no concerns. As if to foreshadow what the people of New Orleans received from their leader, Mr. Bush finishes the conference by delivering a whole lot of nothing.
That's the video, 19 hours before the bomb struck New Orleans. It is gut-wrenching because everyone now knows what came next. The storm struck, the waters rolled in, and thousands were left to die. Days passed with no help reaching the city. Images of corpses left to rot in the streets were broadcast around the globe.
It is gut-wrenching, more than anything else, because of this: four days later, when questioned about his flaccid response to the catastrophe in Louisiana, Bush stated, "I don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees." Right. No one anticipated the breach of the levees except the Director of the National Hurricane Center, the Director of FEMA, and a half-dozen other experts who implored Mr. Bush to take this storm seriously a full day before the hammer dropped.
No one could have anticipated it? That has a familiar ring to it.
No one could have anticipated the failure of the levees.
No one could have anticipated the strength of the insurgency in Iraq.
No one could have anticipated that people would use airplanes as weapons against buildings.
No one could have anticipated these things ... except all the people who did. We are forced to get into some very large numbers today to accurately assess the body count from all the things the Bush administration would have us believe no one could have anticipated.
No one could have anticipated the vigorous violence the Iraqi people would greet any invaders with, said the Bush administration, except a roomful of now-unemployed generals, a whole galaxy of military experts, several former weapons inspectors, more than a few now-silenced voices within the administration itself, and millions of average citizens who took to the streets to stop the impending disaster they easily anticipated. Add this to the "No One Could Have Anticipated" body count: nearly 2,300 American soldiers, thousands of Iraqi soldiers and police, and tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians.
No one could have anticipated that people would use airplanes as weapons against buildings, said the Bush administration. Really?
In 1993, a $150,000 study was undertaken by the Pentagon to investigate the possibility of airplanes being used as bombs. A draft document of this was circulated throughout the Pentagon, the Justice Department, and to the Federal Emergency Management Agency. In 1994, a disgruntled Federal Express employee invaded the cockpit of a DC10 with the intention of crashing it into a company building. Again in 1994, a pilot deliberately crashed a small airplane into the White House grounds, narrowly missing the building itself. Also in 1994, an Air France flight was hijacked by members of a terrorist organization called the Armed Islamic Group, who intended to crash the plane into the Eiffel Tower.
The 1993 Pentagon report was followed up in September 1999 by a report titled "The Sociology and Psychology of Terrorism." This report was prepared for the American intelligence community by the Federal Research Division, an adjunct of the Library of Congress. The report stated, "Suicide bombers belonging to Al Qaida's martyrdom battalion could crash-land an aircraft packed with high explosives into the Pentagon, the headquarters of the CIA, or the White House."
On August 6, 2001, George W. Bush received his Presidential Daily Briefing. The briefing described active plots by Osama bin Laden to attack the United States. The word "hijacking" appeared in that briefing. When he received this briefing, George W. Bush was in Texas for a month-long vacation. Again. He did nothing in response. Again.
For the love of God, even the fiction writers saw this coming. Tom Clancy's book "Debt of Honor," written in 1994, ends with a commercial aircraft being flown into the Capitol Building during a joint session of Congress, virtually wiping out the entire government. The famous Stephen King novella "The Running Man," written in 1982, ends in similar fashion. "Heeling over slightly," reads the ending of the King novella, "the Lockheed struck the Games building dead on, three quarters of the way up. Its tanks were still better than a quarter full. Its speed was slightly over five hundred miles an hour. The explosion was tremendous, lighting up the night like the wrath of God, and it rained fire twenty blocks away."
Add this to the "No One Could Have Anticipated" body count: more than 3,000 people killed in the Towers, the Pentagon and in a Pennsylvania field, in addition to thousands of Afghani civilians who found themselves collaterally damaged in our attack upon that nation.
Remember the Bush-Gore debate from what seems a thousand years ago? Bush was asked about the responsibilities of an executive in a time of emergency. He said in response, "I remember the floods that swept our state. I remember going down to Del Rio, Texas ... that's the time when you're tested not only - it's the time to test your mettle, a time to test your heart when you see people whose lives have been turned upside down. It broke my heart to go to the flood scene in Del Rio where a fellow and his family got completely uprooted. The only thing I knew was to get aid as quickly as possible with state and federal help, and to put my arms around the man and his family and cry with them."
Thousands in Louisiana and the surrounding states. Thousands in New York, Washington, Pennsylvania and Afghanistan. Tens of thousands in Iraq. Is Mr. Bush crying with them, and their families, because no one could have anticipated this?
There is, perhaps, one aspect to all this that no one could have anticipated. No one could have anticipated that the United States of America would ever be governed by a man so callow, so unconnected, so uncaring, so detached, that tens of thousands of people would die during his time in office because he just didn't give a damn.
William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times and internationally bestselling author of two books: War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn't Want You to Know and The Greatest Sedition Is Silence.
_____________________________________________
And if I hear one more person try to shift the responsibility to the local governments, I'm going to lose it. City & county/parrish are analogous to seat belts, airbags, & defensive driving. The State I see as traffic signals & police. These 2 can handle a fender bender or a crash at 25/35 mph, but what happens when you get a multi-car pileup?
Hey, who's got the bottle of bitters, cause I'm getting nauseous.
Chinquapin
Mood:
incredulousBoy, I've become a real slug at The Nut House. Only 30 days 'til Daylight Time!!!
Bill Pitt has captured most of my frustrations about George W.(the dog ate my homework)Bush's excuse, "No one could have anticipated...", so I'll let him have the floor.
'No One Could Have Anticipated ...'
By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
Thursday 02 March 2006
The video is gut-wrenching.
There they sit, a whole room full of hurricane experts and disaster managers, shouting down a telephone line at George W. Bush, warning him a full day ahead of time that Hurricane Katrina is a catastrophe waiting to happen. There stands Max Mayfield, Director of the National Hurricane Center, emphatically explaining that Katrina is far larger and more dangerous than Hurricane Andrew, that the levees in New Orleans are in grave danger of being overtopped, and that the loss of life could be extreme.
There sits the much-maligned FEMA Director Michael Brown, joining in the chorus of warnings to Mr. Bush and giving every appearance of a man actually doing his job. "This is, to put it mildly, the big one," says Brown. "Everyone within FEMA is now virtually on call." Brown goes on to deliver an eerily accurate prediction of the horrors to come within the Louisiana Superdome. "I don't know what the heck we're going to do for that, and I also am concerned about that roof," says Brown. "Not to be kind of gross here, but I'm concerned about (medical and mortuary disaster team) assets and their ability to respond to a catastrophe within a catastrophe."
And there, of course, is Mr. Bush, sitting in a dim conference room while on vacation in Texas, listening to all the pleas for immediate action on the telephone. With an emphatic hand gesture, Bush promises any and all help necessary. "I want to assure the folks at the state level that we are fully prepared to not only help you during the storm," says Bush, "but we will move in whatever resources and assets we have at our disposal after the storm." After the delivery of this promise, however, Bush goes mute. No questions, no comments, no concerns. As if to foreshadow what the people of New Orleans received from their leader, Mr. Bush finishes the conference by delivering a whole lot of nothing.
That's the video, 19 hours before the bomb struck New Orleans. It is gut-wrenching because everyone now knows what came next. The storm struck, the waters rolled in, and thousands were left to die. Days passed with no help reaching the city. Images of corpses left to rot in the streets were broadcast around the globe.
It is gut-wrenching, more than anything else, because of this: four days later, when questioned about his flaccid response to the catastrophe in Louisiana, Bush stated, "I don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees." Right. No one anticipated the breach of the levees except the Director of the National Hurricane Center, the Director of FEMA, and a half-dozen other experts who implored Mr. Bush to take this storm seriously a full day before the hammer dropped.
No one could have anticipated it? That has a familiar ring to it.
No one could have anticipated the failure of the levees.
No one could have anticipated the strength of the insurgency in Iraq.
No one could have anticipated that people would use airplanes as weapons against buildings.
No one could have anticipated these things ... except all the people who did. We are forced to get into some very large numbers today to accurately assess the body count from all the things the Bush administration would have us believe no one could have anticipated.
No one could have anticipated the vigorous violence the Iraqi people would greet any invaders with, said the Bush administration, except a roomful of now-unemployed generals, a whole galaxy of military experts, several former weapons inspectors, more than a few now-silenced voices within the administration itself, and millions of average citizens who took to the streets to stop the impending disaster they easily anticipated. Add this to the "No One Could Have Anticipated" body count: nearly 2,300 American soldiers, thousands of Iraqi soldiers and police, and tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians.
No one could have anticipated that people would use airplanes as weapons against buildings, said the Bush administration. Really?
In 1993, a $150,000 study was undertaken by the Pentagon to investigate the possibility of airplanes being used as bombs. A draft document of this was circulated throughout the Pentagon, the Justice Department, and to the Federal Emergency Management Agency. In 1994, a disgruntled Federal Express employee invaded the cockpit of a DC10 with the intention of crashing it into a company building. Again in 1994, a pilot deliberately crashed a small airplane into the White House grounds, narrowly missing the building itself. Also in 1994, an Air France flight was hijacked by members of a terrorist organization called the Armed Islamic Group, who intended to crash the plane into the Eiffel Tower.
The 1993 Pentagon report was followed up in September 1999 by a report titled "The Sociology and Psychology of Terrorism." This report was prepared for the American intelligence community by the Federal Research Division, an adjunct of the Library of Congress. The report stated, "Suicide bombers belonging to Al Qaida's martyrdom battalion could crash-land an aircraft packed with high explosives into the Pentagon, the headquarters of the CIA, or the White House."
On August 6, 2001, George W. Bush received his Presidential Daily Briefing. The briefing described active plots by Osama bin Laden to attack the United States. The word "hijacking" appeared in that briefing. When he received this briefing, George W. Bush was in Texas for a month-long vacation. Again. He did nothing in response. Again.
For the love of God, even the fiction writers saw this coming. Tom Clancy's book "Debt of Honor," written in 1994, ends with a commercial aircraft being flown into the Capitol Building during a joint session of Congress, virtually wiping out the entire government. The famous Stephen King novella "The Running Man," written in 1982, ends in similar fashion. "Heeling over slightly," reads the ending of the King novella, "the Lockheed struck the Games building dead on, three quarters of the way up. Its tanks were still better than a quarter full. Its speed was slightly over five hundred miles an hour. The explosion was tremendous, lighting up the night like the wrath of God, and it rained fire twenty blocks away."
Add this to the "No One Could Have Anticipated" body count: more than 3,000 people killed in the Towers, the Pentagon and in a Pennsylvania field, in addition to thousands of Afghani civilians who found themselves collaterally damaged in our attack upon that nation.
Remember the Bush-Gore debate from what seems a thousand years ago? Bush was asked about the responsibilities of an executive in a time of emergency. He said in response, "I remember the floods that swept our state. I remember going down to Del Rio, Texas ... that's the time when you're tested not only - it's the time to test your mettle, a time to test your heart when you see people whose lives have been turned upside down. It broke my heart to go to the flood scene in Del Rio where a fellow and his family got completely uprooted. The only thing I knew was to get aid as quickly as possible with state and federal help, and to put my arms around the man and his family and cry with them."
Thousands in Louisiana and the surrounding states. Thousands in New York, Washington, Pennsylvania and Afghanistan. Tens of thousands in Iraq. Is Mr. Bush crying with them, and their families, because no one could have anticipated this?
There is, perhaps, one aspect to all this that no one could have anticipated. No one could have anticipated that the United States of America would ever be governed by a man so callow, so unconnected, so uncaring, so detached, that tens of thousands of people would die during his time in office because he just didn't give a damn.
William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times and internationally bestselling author of two books: War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn't Want You to Know and The Greatest Sedition Is Silence.
_____________________________________________
And if I hear one more person try to shift the responsibility to the local governments, I'm going to lose it. City & county/parrish are analogous to seat belts, airbags, & defensive driving. The State I see as traffic signals & police. These 2 can handle a fender bender or a crash at 25/35 mph, but what happens when you get a multi-car pileup?
Hey, who's got the bottle of bitters, cause I'm getting nauseous.
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 12:22 PM PST
Monday, 13 February 2006
I Am So Proud
Mood:
special
The following is a email letter from my 15 year old cousin from this past January(2006). I had to reformat the email, so any "odd" breaks are most likely my doing.
Hello all,
This here letter (or e-mail for the specific) is an account, or something like that, of my past week in Biloxi, Mississippi. I went down with a group of people from our church to help with the relief effort down there. Counting me, there were 18 of us. A couple by the names of (edit) have been orchestrating missions groups for that area through a local church called Trinity Bible. They, the (edit), are founders of a missions team called "Steppin-Out Missions", have been effectual in many groups to the Biloxi area, and have even worked as far as Bolivia with groups. (on a non-Katrina theme, of course) They are missionaries from our church, so a group had already gone from our church in October. (I HAD wanted to go with that group, but I had a prior commitment that week.....stupid Doctor's appointment...)
We left out at 6:30 AM on Saturday the 7th and drove down through Columbus, to Cincinatti, on down to Louisville, Nashville, and then to a city called Cullman, Alabama, where we stayed the night at a motel. It took about 12 hours. The next morning, we left out at 7:30 (central time, mind you) for the remaining 6 hour drive to Biloxi. We arrived
mid-afternoon at the church, passing signs of still un repaired damage the closer we got. Mostly fallen trees and broken signs. (There s one McDonalds sign where the left "golden arch" had been crunched in) The church is a small, light-blue, homey kind of church, and not very big at all. The guys (the majority group) proceeded to setup our sleeping
quarters in the sanctuary and the women did so in one of the small side-rooms. (the nursery, I believe. Only 4 women were on the trip so don't start insinuating any unfairness now)
After setting up, we got back into our vans and Mr. (edit) took us for a tour of the area we would be working in. The church was actually a good 20 minutes from where we worked in an area called Gulfport. When we arrived in the area, the signs of devastation weren't very hard to spot. While some houses only had shingle damage and water damage inside from flood waters, some houses appeared to have been pancaked by their roofs. There was even a house trailer that had been completely flipped upside down by the rapidly
receding flood waters. Throughout the whole first half of the tour, Mr. (edit) continued to say, "This isn't the half of it." After a few minutes, we drove towards the coast (a few miles away) and in doing so,
crossed a railroad track that had large rings of barbed wire along it's northern edge. When asked about it, Mr. (edit) told us that it was placed
there after the storm to dissuade people from crossing over because the body count beyond was so high immediately after the storm. The houses
on this side, huge multimillion ones, were totally ripped apart. The ones still intact were merely staying upright by the support beams. The insides were gone. Big iron gates, once guarding riches, were
ironically left guarding nothing. We got out at one point and walked along a brick path towards the remains of a coastal house. Everything from the Plasma screen TV to the kitchen sink were strewn around the yard, along with pieces of the houses of the neighbors. A large box spring was entangled
within the crest of a tree. A large piece of red fabric was hanging from the trees like a flag in remembrance of the devastation. A few minutes
behind, an American flag had been doing the same. (I would have loved to get a picture of it, but we were driving at the time and disposable cameras aren't all that trustworthy while moving) Then, we drove along
the coast itself, and could see the remains of the once beautiful beach-side neighborhood. The sands were incredibly filthy. Bulldozers had been scooping sand into large sifting machines to cleanse it, so large piles of grimy sand lay near the road for pickup. A Super Walmart had been completely flushed out. NOTHING was left inside. (Clearance sale,
anyone?) After touring the area, we went back to the church for dinner.
The following morning, we got up at 5:30 (central central central......) and after breakfast at 6, were on the road to work at 6:30. It got dark down there around 5PM so it was necessary to get an early start. We drove the 20 minutes to a church there called Bible Fellowship where another group of volunteers were stationed. During the storm, the water outside this church had risen to 5ft and the people inside (yes, people inside) had held the pews against the windows to prevent them from letting water in. This was also a small church so there was only room within the sanctuary for 2 rows of about 8-10 pews each. We only went there to meet the other group of people (from Akron) and then went off to work.
We drove to the home of a man named Davis Hawthorne, a 60-ish African-American professional Sax player. Some of the men went inside to put up drywall, while my little group (the 3 women, 13 yr old girl, and
a 15 yr old guy friend of mine) spent the day cleaning his furniture. It was primarily spent cleaning Bureaus and Dressers where mold had been
growing inside. We sprayed them with bleach and scrubbed them. The next day, we cleaned the chairs and couches, and by early-afternoon the drywall was complete so we painted the inside of the house. Many of us did this so it was almost finished by quittin' time.
On Wednesday, we worked at Bible Fellowship doing, yes, MORE cleaning. We carried all of the pews outside and scrubbed them suckers down, and while the sanctuary was cleared a couple guys put down tile in it. The sanctuary looked really good afterwards and it was really neat because AWANA was starting again that night for the first time since Katrina.
On Thurday, we did a "gut-job." The house looked quite ok 'cause there wasn't any shingle damage or anything........that was because the house had been
completely submerged in water. So, the inside was a total mess. It'd be something to take a picture of, so when your mother starts in to you about how much
your room looks akin to Hiroshima you can just whip that ol' picture out of your pocket, hold it up for comparison, and argue that it looks quite clean to you. Of course, we dragged the whole inside of the house outside to the curb for pickup so it probably wouldn't be wise to let yer room get that crappy. Anyway, after removing all the furniture and carpet
and stuff, we basically just picked up a crowbar (shovel for me) and went to town on the drywall. After that was cleaned up and protruding nails
were pulled, there were a bit too many hands trying to stir the pot (15 of ourgroup and close to 10 others) so I went out to help with yard pickup.
The other team had this Rickshaw looking thing they were using to haul stuff in so I used that for awhile. I had this urge to moo, though, for quite
some time afterwards. At lunch time, rather than staying on site and waiting for Mrs. (edit) to arrive with sandwiches, we went to a place called Katrina's kitchen. It's an entirely volunteer-run food kitchen for survivors and relief effort people in a big tent along the coast. It was some pretty darn good grub, if you ask me. (don't let Mrs. (edit) know,though)
After that, we went to yet ANOTHER gut job. This time, it was Mr. Davis' neighbor. See, it turns out that ol' Mr. Davis had been bragging on us, so his neighbor decided to ask for help as well. We only finished about half of it that afternoon, (we only had about 10 people this time) so we started on it the next morning and finished by noon. So, we went back to the church and showered (I forgot to mention that they had built a little shower house next to the church. 2 completely separated showers. Quite nice after working all day.) Then, after packing up and giving goodbyes, we left for home. We drove up to the same motel as last time, then headed for home in the morning.
All in all, it was a great week. I was glad to be home sleeping in my own bed rather than that fool cot, though. I had brought this old cot that had belonged to my great aunt so it was decades old. I had this fear all week that it was going to collapse in the middle of the night. But, it didn't. My asthma and allergies didn't act up all week either so that was a real blessing not to have to worry about that.
Well, I guess that concludes it. Have a good
hopefully-coming-soon-springtime season.
Later Days.
Chinquapin's cousin.
I am Soooooo proud.
Chinquapin
Mood:
specialThe following is a email letter from my 15 year old cousin from this past January(2006). I had to reformat the email, so any "odd" breaks are most likely my doing.
Hello all,
This here letter (or e-mail for the specific) is an account, or something like that, of my past week in Biloxi, Mississippi. I went down with a group of people from our church to help with the relief effort down there. Counting me, there were 18 of us. A couple by the names of (edit) have been orchestrating missions groups for that area through a local church called Trinity Bible. They, the (edit), are founders of a missions team called "Steppin-Out Missions", have been effectual in many groups to the Biloxi area, and have even worked as far as Bolivia with groups. (on a non-Katrina theme, of course) They are missionaries from our church, so a group had already gone from our church in October. (I HAD wanted to go with that group, but I had a prior commitment that week.....stupid Doctor's appointment...)
We left out at 6:30 AM on Saturday the 7th and drove down through Columbus, to Cincinatti, on down to Louisville, Nashville, and then to a city called Cullman, Alabama, where we stayed the night at a motel. It took about 12 hours. The next morning, we left out at 7:30 (central time, mind you) for the remaining 6 hour drive to Biloxi. We arrived
mid-afternoon at the church, passing signs of still un repaired damage the closer we got. Mostly fallen trees and broken signs. (There s one McDonalds sign where the left "golden arch" had been crunched in) The church is a small, light-blue, homey kind of church, and not very big at all. The guys (the majority group) proceeded to setup our sleeping
quarters in the sanctuary and the women did so in one of the small side-rooms. (the nursery, I believe. Only 4 women were on the trip so don't start insinuating any unfairness now)
After setting up, we got back into our vans and Mr. (edit) took us for a tour of the area we would be working in. The church was actually a good 20 minutes from where we worked in an area called Gulfport. When we arrived in the area, the signs of devastation weren't very hard to spot. While some houses only had shingle damage and water damage inside from flood waters, some houses appeared to have been pancaked by their roofs. There was even a house trailer that had been completely flipped upside down by the rapidly
receding flood waters. Throughout the whole first half of the tour, Mr. (edit) continued to say, "This isn't the half of it." After a few minutes, we drove towards the coast (a few miles away) and in doing so,
crossed a railroad track that had large rings of barbed wire along it's northern edge. When asked about it, Mr. (edit) told us that it was placed
there after the storm to dissuade people from crossing over because the body count beyond was so high immediately after the storm. The houses
on this side, huge multimillion ones, were totally ripped apart. The ones still intact were merely staying upright by the support beams. The insides were gone. Big iron gates, once guarding riches, were
ironically left guarding nothing. We got out at one point and walked along a brick path towards the remains of a coastal house. Everything from the Plasma screen TV to the kitchen sink were strewn around the yard, along with pieces of the houses of the neighbors. A large box spring was entangled
within the crest of a tree. A large piece of red fabric was hanging from the trees like a flag in remembrance of the devastation. A few minutes
behind, an American flag had been doing the same. (I would have loved to get a picture of it, but we were driving at the time and disposable cameras aren't all that trustworthy while moving) Then, we drove along
the coast itself, and could see the remains of the once beautiful beach-side neighborhood. The sands were incredibly filthy. Bulldozers had been scooping sand into large sifting machines to cleanse it, so large piles of grimy sand lay near the road for pickup. A Super Walmart had been completely flushed out. NOTHING was left inside. (Clearance sale,
anyone?) After touring the area, we went back to the church for dinner.
The following morning, we got up at 5:30 (central central central......) and after breakfast at 6, were on the road to work at 6:30. It got dark down there around 5PM so it was necessary to get an early start. We drove the 20 minutes to a church there called Bible Fellowship where another group of volunteers were stationed. During the storm, the water outside this church had risen to 5ft and the people inside (yes, people inside) had held the pews against the windows to prevent them from letting water in. This was also a small church so there was only room within the sanctuary for 2 rows of about 8-10 pews each. We only went there to meet the other group of people (from Akron) and then went off to work.
We drove to the home of a man named Davis Hawthorne, a 60-ish African-American professional Sax player. Some of the men went inside to put up drywall, while my little group (the 3 women, 13 yr old girl, and
a 15 yr old guy friend of mine) spent the day cleaning his furniture. It was primarily spent cleaning Bureaus and Dressers where mold had been
growing inside. We sprayed them with bleach and scrubbed them. The next day, we cleaned the chairs and couches, and by early-afternoon the drywall was complete so we painted the inside of the house. Many of us did this so it was almost finished by quittin' time.
On Wednesday, we worked at Bible Fellowship doing, yes, MORE cleaning. We carried all of the pews outside and scrubbed them suckers down, and while the sanctuary was cleared a couple guys put down tile in it. The sanctuary looked really good afterwards and it was really neat because AWANA was starting again that night for the first time since Katrina.
On Thurday, we did a "gut-job." The house looked quite ok 'cause there wasn't any shingle damage or anything........that was because the house had been
completely submerged in water. So, the inside was a total mess. It'd be something to take a picture of, so when your mother starts in to you about how much
your room looks akin to Hiroshima you can just whip that ol' picture out of your pocket, hold it up for comparison, and argue that it looks quite clean to you. Of course, we dragged the whole inside of the house outside to the curb for pickup so it probably wouldn't be wise to let yer room get that crappy. Anyway, after removing all the furniture and carpet
and stuff, we basically just picked up a crowbar (shovel for me) and went to town on the drywall. After that was cleaned up and protruding nails
were pulled, there were a bit too many hands trying to stir the pot (15 of ourgroup and close to 10 others) so I went out to help with yard pickup.
The other team had this Rickshaw looking thing they were using to haul stuff in so I used that for awhile. I had this urge to moo, though, for quite
some time afterwards. At lunch time, rather than staying on site and waiting for Mrs. (edit) to arrive with sandwiches, we went to a place called Katrina's kitchen. It's an entirely volunteer-run food kitchen for survivors and relief effort people in a big tent along the coast. It was some pretty darn good grub, if you ask me. (don't let Mrs. (edit) know,though)
After that, we went to yet ANOTHER gut job. This time, it was Mr. Davis' neighbor. See, it turns out that ol' Mr. Davis had been bragging on us, so his neighbor decided to ask for help as well. We only finished about half of it that afternoon, (we only had about 10 people this time) so we started on it the next morning and finished by noon. So, we went back to the church and showered (I forgot to mention that they had built a little shower house next to the church. 2 completely separated showers. Quite nice after working all day.) Then, after packing up and giving goodbyes, we left for home. We drove up to the same motel as last time, then headed for home in the morning.
All in all, it was a great week. I was glad to be home sleeping in my own bed rather than that fool cot, though. I had brought this old cot that had belonged to my great aunt so it was decades old. I had this fear all week that it was going to collapse in the middle of the night. But, it didn't. My asthma and allergies didn't act up all week either so that was a real blessing not to have to worry about that.
Well, I guess that concludes it. Have a good
hopefully-coming-soon-springtime season.
Later Days.
Chinquapin's cousin.
I am Soooooo proud.
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 7:10 PM PST
Tuesday, 31 January 2006
What's Next... The Repeal Of 22nd Amendment?
Mood:
irritated
I have to say, it wouldn't surprise me. Not with this bunch. You know, "we've" already disregarded the 15th
(thanks Tom DeLay).
Maybe some law students could go around and adjust all the "blind justice" statues' scales.
Eat, drink & be merry, 'cause we're in for some dark days.
Chinquapin
Mood:
irritatedI have to say, it wouldn't surprise me. Not with this bunch. You know, "we've" already disregarded the 15th
(thanks Tom DeLay).
Maybe some law students could go around and adjust all the "blind justice" statues' scales.
Eat, drink & be merry, 'cause we're in for some dark days.
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 11:15 AM PST
Thursday, 19 January 2006
Jack-Who?
OK, this rant has been brewing for 3 days. But before I begin frothing at the mouth, I have a confession.
After the 2004 Presidential election results, and the ballot irregularities in Ohio, I became involved in some internet fan forums. It's kind of embarrassing, but I needed a distraction as inauguration day approached. I joined a George Clooney fan forum.
The first forum(yes, I joined more than one)was friendly, and I've met a few of the members, but generally I've kept my membership on the DL. The second forum had the juicy gossip, but some of their members have a real nasty streak that frankly, pissed me off. I'm no longer "participating" on that forum, but I still read the posts, I haven't hit rock bottom just yet.
On to the rant, after George Clooney(referred to as GC in future)won the 2006 Golden Globe for best supporting actor, I checked the forums because I knew they'd be buzzing. What I didn't expect was the response to GC acceptance speech. I want to know how anyone living in the U.S.A. who has daily access to the internet, cable/satellite TV, and printed publications could not have heard the name Jack Abramoff before Monday, January 16? Most of the forum members commenting on GC acceptance speech didn't know who Abramoff was, or thought he was a friend of GC, or thought it was a "private" joke. International members of the forum wanted to know who Abramoff was, and there was so much misinformation flying around, it was embarrassing.
I realize that we are overwhelmed by the omnipresent news(real, fake, slanted, infotainment)media, and I've personally tried to cut back on my own exposure. But how is it possible that so many of my fellow citizens missed even a mention of Jack A-off?
What really gets me, is that so few of these people bothered to look up the name "Jack Abramoff" before posting completely false information as to who they thought Jack Abromoff is. Hello? GOOGLE?
Rant over.
Chinquapin
Tonight's special... Surprise!(I don't know if I can drink this)
OK, this rant has been brewing for 3 days. But before I begin frothing at the mouth, I have a confession.
After the 2004 Presidential election results, and the ballot irregularities in Ohio, I became involved in some internet fan forums. It's kind of embarrassing, but I needed a distraction as inauguration day approached. I joined a George Clooney fan forum.
The first forum(yes, I joined more than one)was friendly, and I've met a few of the members, but generally I've kept my membership on the DL. The second forum had the juicy gossip, but some of their members have a real nasty streak that frankly, pissed me off. I'm no longer "participating" on that forum, but I still read the posts, I haven't hit rock bottom just yet.
On to the rant, after George Clooney(referred to as GC in future)won the 2006 Golden Globe for best supporting actor, I checked the forums because I knew they'd be buzzing. What I didn't expect was the response to GC acceptance speech. I want to know how anyone living in the U.S.A. who has daily access to the internet, cable/satellite TV, and printed publications could not have heard the name Jack Abramoff before Monday, January 16? Most of the forum members commenting on GC acceptance speech didn't know who Abramoff was, or thought he was a friend of GC, or thought it was a "private" joke. International members of the forum wanted to know who Abramoff was, and there was so much misinformation flying around, it was embarrassing.
I realize that we are overwhelmed by the omnipresent news(real, fake, slanted, infotainment)media, and I've personally tried to cut back on my own exposure. But how is it possible that so many of my fellow citizens missed even a mention of Jack A-off?
What really gets me, is that so few of these people bothered to look up the name "Jack Abramoff" before posting completely false information as to who they thought Jack Abromoff is. Hello? GOOGLE?
Rant over.
Chinquapin
Tonight's special... Surprise!(I don't know if I can drink this)
Posted by chinquapin2
at 1:30 PM PST
Wednesday, 4 January 2006
Is Letterman Our Conkrite
Could it be his kid? His heart attack? Whatever it is, David Letterman stepping forward and becoming the voice of "America".
I haven't been much of a Dave watcher since he moved to CBS, but he was eloquent on his 1st post 9/11 show.
I just happened to be flipping around last night and BOOM! O'Reilly's on The Late Show and I've seen him on talkshows being much less of an ass than he is on his own show, so I watched a bit. I turned away after a bit, who knew what was to come.
Here's what went down, thanks to Michael Z. McIntee
BILL O'REILLY:
Dave: "So how was your holiday?"
Bill: "I had a nice winter solstice."
After a beat, Bill explains, "We can't say ‘Christmas' anymore." Dave was unaware of this turn of events. Bill says it started with Sears and K-Mart where their employees are not allowed to say the word "Christmas" and it is spreading out from there. Bill exclaims that he received a card this season which read, "Have a Blessed Winter." Dave laughs at the silliness of it all, saying how it doesn't affect him and adding he does and says what he wants. Bill gives an example of just how bad it is getting. A school in Wisconsin put on a play and changed the words to "Silent Night." Does that make any sense?
Dave brushes off the outrage and likens it to the type of thing that comes around every 20 years or so where someone wants to put horses in diapers. "Won't this too just go away? Isn't this just nothing?"
Bill says it isn't nothing. It's going to the courts. In Plano, Texas, school children were told not to bring in napkins with Christmas colors. No red or green napkins. Again, Dave says that these are just two minor examples. Bill pipes that he's got millions more he can share. A church wanted to advertise at the local library their Christmas pageant by using the nativity scene. The library agreed, but stipulated they couldn't use the baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, or the Three Wise Men. An urgent Bill O'Reilly exclaims, "Do you think I'm making this up?" Dave says, "Yes, I think you're making this up."
The conversation turned to Bush and Iraq. Bill says beating up Bush on every turn is not helping in our struggle in Iraq. Democracy in the Mid-East is good for the West. Bill lauds our noble soldiers for what they have been ordered to do on this world stage and adds that for Cindy Sheehan to call the insurgents as "freedom fighters" was awful and we should be careful with what we say. Dave jumps in and says, "Well, you should be careful with what you say also." When asked to expand, Dave says "How can you possible take exception with the motivation and the position of someone like Cindy Sheehan?" Bill says although he feels bad for the woman, he believe she's being led by far-left elements in the country. Dave counters with, "Have you lost family members in armed conflict?" Bill says he hasn't. "Well, then you can hardly speak for her, can you?" Dave follows.
Dave asks about Bush admitting that we went into Iraq because of a mistakes made in intelligence. Whose intelligence? O'Reilly says the intelligence came from the CIA. "So why are we there in the first place?" Dave continues. O'Reilly agrees the intelligence from the CIA was obviously flawed and their information gathering may have to be revamped, but we received the same intelligence from Britain, from Russia, and from Egypt. And so that made it right to go into Iraq, even if our intelligence from more than one source was wrong? "No, it doesn't make it right," says Bill.
Dave concludes his side of this topic with, "I'm very concerned about people like yourself who don't have nothing but endless sympathy for a woman like Cindy Sheehan."
Bill counters that there is no way a terrorist who blows up women and children is going to be called a ‘freedom fighter' on his program.
Dave: "I am not smart enough to debate you point by point on this, but I have a feeling about 60% of what you say is crap. . . . but I don't know that for a fact." Dave says to Paul Shaffer, "Yeah, 60%. I'm just spit-balling here."
To finish up, Dave says about Bill and his "O'Reilly Factor" program, "I don't think you represent an objective viewpoint."
Bill wants to know specifics. Examples.
Dave: "Well, I don't watch your show so that would be impossible." Then adds happily and extending a hand, "Always a pleasure."
Well, that was something. Very interesting, very entertaining, edge of your seat fun.
Back from commercial, Dave asks Paul, "How do you think that went?" Paul called it "good TV."
Dave says, "I'm told that during that last segment, the kitty called 9-1-1."
I may have to send Dave a Valentine this year.
Oops, I forgot to sign off.
Happy New Year!!!
Chinquapin
Could it be his kid? His heart attack? Whatever it is, David Letterman stepping forward and becoming the voice of "America".
I haven't been much of a Dave watcher since he moved to CBS, but he was eloquent on his 1st post 9/11 show.
I just happened to be flipping around last night and BOOM! O'Reilly's on The Late Show and I've seen him on talkshows being much less of an ass than he is on his own show, so I watched a bit. I turned away after a bit, who knew what was to come.
Here's what went down, thanks to Michael Z. McIntee
BILL O'REILLY:
Dave: "So how was your holiday?"
Bill: "I had a nice winter solstice."
After a beat, Bill explains, "We can't say ‘Christmas' anymore." Dave was unaware of this turn of events. Bill says it started with Sears and K-Mart where their employees are not allowed to say the word "Christmas" and it is spreading out from there. Bill exclaims that he received a card this season which read, "Have a Blessed Winter." Dave laughs at the silliness of it all, saying how it doesn't affect him and adding he does and says what he wants. Bill gives an example of just how bad it is getting. A school in Wisconsin put on a play and changed the words to "Silent Night." Does that make any sense?
Dave brushes off the outrage and likens it to the type of thing that comes around every 20 years or so where someone wants to put horses in diapers. "Won't this too just go away? Isn't this just nothing?"
Bill says it isn't nothing. It's going to the courts. In Plano, Texas, school children were told not to bring in napkins with Christmas colors. No red or green napkins. Again, Dave says that these are just two minor examples. Bill pipes that he's got millions more he can share. A church wanted to advertise at the local library their Christmas pageant by using the nativity scene. The library agreed, but stipulated they couldn't use the baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, or the Three Wise Men. An urgent Bill O'Reilly exclaims, "Do you think I'm making this up?" Dave says, "Yes, I think you're making this up."
The conversation turned to Bush and Iraq. Bill says beating up Bush on every turn is not helping in our struggle in Iraq. Democracy in the Mid-East is good for the West. Bill lauds our noble soldiers for what they have been ordered to do on this world stage and adds that for Cindy Sheehan to call the insurgents as "freedom fighters" was awful and we should be careful with what we say. Dave jumps in and says, "Well, you should be careful with what you say also." When asked to expand, Dave says "How can you possible take exception with the motivation and the position of someone like Cindy Sheehan?" Bill says although he feels bad for the woman, he believe she's being led by far-left elements in the country. Dave counters with, "Have you lost family members in armed conflict?" Bill says he hasn't. "Well, then you can hardly speak for her, can you?" Dave follows.
Dave asks about Bush admitting that we went into Iraq because of a mistakes made in intelligence. Whose intelligence? O'Reilly says the intelligence came from the CIA. "So why are we there in the first place?" Dave continues. O'Reilly agrees the intelligence from the CIA was obviously flawed and their information gathering may have to be revamped, but we received the same intelligence from Britain, from Russia, and from Egypt. And so that made it right to go into Iraq, even if our intelligence from more than one source was wrong? "No, it doesn't make it right," says Bill.
Dave concludes his side of this topic with, "I'm very concerned about people like yourself who don't have nothing but endless sympathy for a woman like Cindy Sheehan."
Bill counters that there is no way a terrorist who blows up women and children is going to be called a ‘freedom fighter' on his program.
Dave: "I am not smart enough to debate you point by point on this, but I have a feeling about 60% of what you say is crap. . . . but I don't know that for a fact." Dave says to Paul Shaffer, "Yeah, 60%. I'm just spit-balling here."
To finish up, Dave says about Bill and his "O'Reilly Factor" program, "I don't think you represent an objective viewpoint."
Bill wants to know specifics. Examples.
Dave: "Well, I don't watch your show so that would be impossible." Then adds happily and extending a hand, "Always a pleasure."
Well, that was something. Very interesting, very entertaining, edge of your seat fun.
Back from commercial, Dave asks Paul, "How do you think that went?" Paul called it "good TV."
Dave says, "I'm told that during that last segment, the kitty called 9-1-1."
I may have to send Dave a Valentine this year.
Oops, I forgot to sign off.
Happy New Year!!!
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 10:04 AM PST
Updated: Wednesday, 4 January 2006 10:17 AM PST
Monday, 26 December 2005
I'm Still Here
CRAP- it's been almost a month. Time to jump back on the soap box.
Happy Holidays!!!
Chinquapin
CRAP- it's been almost a month. Time to jump back on the soap box.
Happy Holidays!!!
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 5:10 PM PST
Sunday, 27 November 2005
The Blues
Now Playing: The Beatles
Every year about this time(right after Thanksgiving), I get a little blue. I chalk it up to less sunshine, even when I'm in SoCal.
Thanks KCRW, for reminding me that it's just my usual cycle, and not any current mess in my life that's got me tearing up.
"... Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...."
And just in time for the 15th anniversary of Lennon's death. And what, 4 years for Harrison?
Chinquapin
Now Playing: The Beatles
Every year about this time(right after Thanksgiving), I get a little blue. I chalk it up to less sunshine, even when I'm in SoCal.
Thanks KCRW, for reminding me that it's just my usual cycle, and not any current mess in my life that's got me tearing up.
"... Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...."
And just in time for the 15th anniversary of Lennon's death. And what, 4 years for Harrison?
Chinquapin
Posted by chinquapin2
at 12:24 PM PST
Tuesday, 22 November 2005
Hurray For Hugo
Is it as a good neighbor, or to rub GWB's noise in it?
Who cares, looks like a 2 for 1 to me. GWB helps his own with tax cuts, doesn't he know that if he doesn't offer the rest of us a hand, we'll take the hand that reaches out to us?
The Nut House is reviving Movie Night for the Thanksgiving holiday. Since Syriana won't be available on DVD for at least 6 months, I thought I go for the 60s anti-Bond series.
Palmer, Michael Caine's Harry Palmer baby. The 3 original 1960s flicks: The Ipcress File (1965), Funeral in Berlin (1966), Billion Dollar Brain (1967).
We'll screen one a night over the Holiday period.
Chinquapin(check out the new "One Step At A Time" site link - Democracy Now)
Is it as a good neighbor, or to rub GWB's noise in it?
Who cares, looks like a 2 for 1 to me. GWB helps his own with tax cuts, doesn't he know that if he doesn't offer the rest of us a hand, we'll take the hand that reaches out to us?
The Nut House is reviving Movie Night for the Thanksgiving holiday. Since Syriana won't be available on DVD for at least 6 months, I thought I go for the 60s anti-Bond series.
Palmer, Michael Caine's Harry Palmer baby. The 3 original 1960s flicks: The Ipcress File (1965), Funeral in Berlin (1966), Billion Dollar Brain (1967).
We'll screen one a night over the Holiday period.
Chinquapin(check out the new "One Step At A Time" site link - Democracy Now)
Posted by chinquapin2
at 7:12 PM PST
Updated: Tuesday, 22 November 2005 7:15 PM PST