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Monday, August 29, 2005
Hey, Maybe You'll Remember This the Next Time There's a Category 5 Hurricane Headed in Your Direction I just don't get it. Why is it that Americans, often portrayed as the World's saviours (by those who don't know better), are so reluctant to accept responsibility for anything? Let's make some excuses for why we don't evacuate. Don't have a car? Find a way or find a motherfucking shelter. You had days to prepare; start walking across town to the Superdome! People stuck on their roof. Or trapped in their attic. With kids, no less. They want someone to rescue them, putting someone else's life in jeopardy. Look, I've "ridden out" smaller storms and then made fun of them after the fact. But if I lived in a city several feet below sea level, and a Category 5 storm was headed in my direction, I think I'd try a little harder to, y'know, find safety. Dumbasses. |