What Would Jesus Brew?

Raging recollections of a coffee-swilling, law-spewing, male pattern-balding, guitar torturing, power-tooling, recovering Baptist with a bad habit of enrolling in professional graduate degree programs and moving randomly about the Northwestern Hemisphere...

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Location: Somewhere hidden in the wheat fields of, Kansas, United States

Monday, September 05, 2005

Who is this who darkens my counsel?

Thanks to all who inquired about me and Kim in the aftermath of Katrina’s ruthless visitation to the Gulf Coast. All things considered, we came out quite well. A tree leaned on our house, but did no structural damage and was recently removed with the assistance of a tree surgeon and the payment of a few hundred bucks. We recovered power at the house yesterday after a week of the generator howling on the back porch as a part of the symphony of personal power plants in our ‘hood.
I’m back and school and a bit behind as a result of taking care of things around the house. I’m sure I’ll catch up in time. Life Lesson 32: You can’t schedule a hurricane.
Other than that, life is beautifully back to normal. I “feel” like a second year law student. Classes are in full swing, law review is demanding a bit of time here and there, and next summer’s job hunt is well underway. There exists a good possibility that I’ll just clerk again for the same firms I worked for this summer. I’d happily take a job at either of them.

Oh, and for the record, as an actual resident of the Gulf Coast (rather than an armchair critic), with property that was, if only minimally, impacted by Katrina, to all of those who are criticizing Bush as being the SOLE agent responsible for any real or (more likely) imagined delay in the relief effort, I say, “Shut the f%&# up and get to work.” It’s easy to point the finger. But I haven’t seen a single critic, including the New Orleans mayor who seems to be suffering from a glutial-cranial inversion disorder, who has been able to pull 100,000 helicopters and provisions out of their orifices at the snap of a finger. It’s easy to criticize, difficult to drag order out of chaos, and impossible to make the world equitable simply by bitching that it isn’t. I feel better now.
Oh, and to Kanye West, "I don't profess to have the ability to read other people's minds to know if they care about black people. But I know this: I don't care in the least about you. You should consider going back to college before you say anything else so blatantly racist, useless, and disunifying. It wasn't Bush that didn't care about black people. It was Katrina. Get your facts straight. Amatuer."
Wow. Now that was cathartic.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

MIKE! WOW! Glad you're ok....I must of posted a post on some other blog...love the blog name....HI to DOC KIM! Here's my other blog...www.kcwahe.typepad.com

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