After the Storm

So my lighthearted "Big Easy, Big Trouble" post from last weekend looks almost quaint now. I figured the water would come. I thought the water would recede in a day. Never in a million years did I think we'd see the things we saw last week.

I won't stir up everyone's sentiments with political rantings and ravings, since I'm fairly certain everyone in here feels the same way I do. We fucked this one up big time. And the whole world was watching.

I think Time magazine sums up last week best:
... a time when the country feels like a collective primal scream over seeing their countrymen left suffering.

I'd scream, but I think I'd be hoarse before I'd be satisfied.