Down here we’re going about our normal lives as routinely as possible while of course keeping an alert if not anxious eye out onGustav. I’m lucky–Baton Rouge is well inland. If the track continues, we’ll see a storm, but won’t have to deal with the consequences of storm surge…or levee failures. Nonetheless, while I’m not on pins and needles, I’m wary enough: I’ve got family near the coastline around New Iberia and friends in NOLA, two of whom, with their two dogs, have an open invitation should they need to evacuate. And, while I’m quite fond of them, I’m obviously hoping we WON’T be seeing each other this weekend.
Unfortunately, asScout andJude (correction, VirgoTex) pointed out yesterday, there’s been sort of an opposite approach in the political rhetoric of late, i.e., a LOT of people are pointing to Gustav as a possible Katrina redux and the consequences for John McCain and the Grand Old Party. Well…I’m just as eager as everyone else to not only see John McCain defeated this November, but also witness the total repudiation of Cheney-Bush-Rove’ism, a political strategy as sickening as it gets…still, let’s keep things in perspective.
Sad to say, some of the talk reminded me first ofCharlie Black’s ugly little statement about how nothing would serve the Rethuglican electoral cause like a repeat of 9/11, which further reminded me of another example of rhetorical excess carried well beyond logical limits:an insuniation, believe it or not, that the floods in New Orleans could create sinister alliances between its citizens and “the Muslims.”
Yesterday, at my own blog (shameless plug), I noted that 9/11 wasn’t “New York’s problem,” storms and levee failures aren’t “Gulf Coasters’ problems” or “Midwesterners’ problems”…to shamelessly use some political rhetoric we might even hear this evening, these were/are “America’s” problem. Because last I checked, we were still one country.
I also think we’ve had quite enough dehumanizing from a generation or so of wingnut “philosophy” (for lack of a better term), culminating in an administration that’s governed with all the sophistication and subtlety of an embittered old drunk at the local watering hole. Which would be mildly amusing were it not so terribly tragic.