God I wish I had something else to write about.

[pecunium]

An author friend of mine once said he wrote about things which pained him, this seems to be one of the times this is what moves me.

What we did on our vacation by way of Making Light

Words fail me.

Gretna, well right now I want to wipe them from the face of the map. It's not a good response, nor a rational one, and one which; if induldged wouldn't really make me feel any better; but the more I see of the venality of those who might have helped the colder runs my blood, the more coherent becomes my rage and the more I want an Old Testament God of wrath and smiting to manifest himself and show these people how they have failed their fellow man.

"If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am for myself alone, what am I? If not now, when?"

When indeed, and what are they?

Comments

[mihb.livejournal.com]

The image that has been dominating my thoughts is that of people (especially children) being raped and murdered in the shelters. There were enough guards so that no one was able to leave or, eventually, enter. Was it that there weren't enough police officers and National Guard soldiers to protect the evacuees inside from such atrocities or that no one cared to send them? I am very interested to know what you think, Terry. I can only imagine how much you must want to be there helping right now.