nin

i have recently spent my time simmering in anger. what makes me so angry about katrina is that so many people keep asking "how is this possible in this country?" it's possible because we choose to be arrogant and cold to the poor, the people who've given their youth, their life energy, and the precious little time they have on this earth to fulfill the christian tenet of "there will be poor always." we ignore the fact that the people we expect to dust our monitors, empty our office trash and clean the breakroom make minimum wage. and those are the few that can find work. i'll not tirade right now (i see red all the time), but goddamnit i'm fucking pissed.

hey bush, what the fuck is this supposed to mean?
Bush had raised eyebrows on his first trip by, among other things, picking Sen. Trent Lott (news, bio, voting record), R-Miss. — instead of the thousands of mostly poor and black storm victims — as an example of loss. "Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house — he's lost his entire house — there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch," Bush said with a laugh from an airplane hangar in Mobile, Ala.

i thought to myself, "self, what kind of music do we want to listen to? ben lee just isn't gonna cut it today." so i turned to nin. i was a nin freak in college. well, maybe not a freak, but i did see trent & co. at the frank erwin center on oct 28, 1994 with jc. and i had a mural sized trent poster. ah, college. so put in the downward spiral and went ot nin.com. so i totally forgot that trent moved to new orleans after recording the downward spiral. he's fuckin' pissed.

here's link to an essay from author anne rice, formerly of new orleans, as link from nin.com.

anne rice: "But to my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the weak among us, you called us 'Sin City,' and turned your backs."

get your shit together, america.