On September the 24th there is going to be a march on Washington, DC. Originally there were going to be two marches because the organizers had had a split. Mid-August they decided to unite the marches. I wasn't going to go to one of the marches because they both would have been small. However, since they've united, I think it's going to be pretty big. If you take into consideration the persistence of Cindy Sheehan along with the slow response, and in someways denial, of the government in regard to Katrina, I think people are going to be getting interested. The recent events, in my belief, may bring about a change in our country's consciousness. May, at least. Either way, there are some serious changes about to come about in the coming months. Whichever side of this war that you're on, I think you have to agree with that. The high price of gas means that food products from the grocery store are going to go up, also.
My Dear Katrina
My dear Katrina,
I fear that you have become angered
by the tides of the world
that your power has been underestimated
and your wrath has become consummated.
You have wrought wreckage and
brought down your spite to cause depression
and sought to join your brothers Andrew and Frederic
and your elder sister Camille; your tears are unreal
as they pour down ceaselessly without sincerity.
I come to you as an emissary from the Mother
so, please, look not at me with such a thunder-struck gaze
these words come not from me.
I am afraid,
my dear Katrina, further more,
you have been under a most rash assumption
that everyone seeks only consumption of my body, but not in communion
there are many who revere us yet, be careful what it is that you beget.
Kate, you are a watery terrorist
who wages war alone against those who cannot fight back
with a wave of your salty hand you sweep away homes
but this is no joke, anymore, to amuse your fathomless sadness
your rage borders on madness, and I cannot comprehend this.
You bastard daughter of Poseidon, your mirth I must control;
Sedna, in her vanity and fright, was not this bold!
Your cyclonic dance advanced upon the warm, summer waters
clear and untroubled, you swam in to recover your purity
but your search only masked unbeknownst fury;
you categorically counted one, three, five and
burdened a yoke to those who thought that they could survive
upon the rooftops, your blue-green eyed Cyclops.
My darling Kate, your termagancy reminds me that you are alone
with your seashells and seaweed tangling in your hair
your cetaceous family cannot help but stare as you thrash about
needlessly against your hermitic flamboyancy. But this anger does not become me.
So Katrina, stop your tears.
It is no longer your place to cry when you have wrought such devastation
upon those who cannot find retribution against you.
You will send many into depression, jumping from astrodomic seats
to Wall Street crying, "Sell!" My beaches become salty wells
but not of oceanic rivulets, but tears instead. There were children
who were clamoring for help who now are clamming in my deep;
will you keep your mother's fingers from them?
No Katrina, this is out of your icy hands and into mine.
So bear my message well, Kate, and I shall retire your crime.
However, I will say: Hannah, your card made my day yesterday. <3