End of days - a user's manual

As the fogs of destruction begin to descend upon us, here is the likely manner in which the future of the human species will play out. Don't say you weren't warned.

- Economic collapse: Already in the process of occuring, the "green shoots" of media lore will be revealed as a gigantic sham, conjured up by a ruling class which wants to wish its way out of economic desolation. In this they have reached the point where reality has evaporated from their grasp and delusion becomes the operative 'reality'. The value of the dollar will evaporate as the worldwide pyramid of debt crashes and burns and the FEDGOD will turn to monetization of the deficits to escape the vortex and continue to subsidize the bovine classes dependent on stolen revenues to survive. Hope you stored your precious metals and stocked your pantries while you had time.

Starvation and near 100% unemployment is the end result, and civil order will come perilously close to breakdown. The Federal government will assume increasingly open autocratic powers to protect itself.

- WAR!: In every era of civilizational collapse, the road to death always ends in war as the various national elites scramble for control over dwindling and increasingly scarce revenue sources. It is irrelevant as to how the State powers are arrayed in terms of "sides". (With any State, the only thing that is clear is that it is never on your side.) It is certain that any upcoming conflict will make use of nuclear weapons.

Cities and nations will evaporate in mere moments under the white pillars of radioactive fire. Untold billions will be snuffed out in a historical instant, the greatest and final act of State mass murder in history. Vast regions will become uninhabitable, these massive tracts poisoned by radiation for tens of thousands of years to come. Depending on how much arable land is contaminated, this affects whether humanity will achieve extinction or not. We will be generous and assume some survivors...

- End of civilization: With war, the order of the economy will dissolve as the division of labor breaks down. States will disappear as their elites are exterminated from within or without. All aspects of civilization will evaporate overnight as the specialized knowledge that makes civilizations work is either physically lost to the fires of the atom or is otherwise destroyed in the attendant mass slaughter of those with the knowledge. Try sustaining a mechanized society if no one knows anything about how machines operate. The human knowledge lost will be incalcuable and will likely not be regained for millenia, if at all ever again.

The needs of humanity will shift to bare survival - no public relation executives need apply (though many former PR executives will be trying and failing to attempt to grow food for themselves and their families). Cities will be abandoned to ruin and advancing nature as the starving survivors flee to the countryside to make a last chance scramble for survival. Most will not succeed as virtually everyone alive has little to no knowledge of the rudiments of agriculture, due to former specialization of labor which has now broken down, utterly useless as an organizing means of a society which now exists at barely a subsistence level. Those who do not perish of radiation sickness will die a slow painful death by starvation or be killed in battle with their fellow men over scarce resources. Those who survive will be those who know how to live off the land (survivalists, Stone Age societies) or those who feel the least compunction to butcher with impunity. In all the human population is reduced to somewhere around 350 million (a generous estimate) with many regions entirely depopulated.  (Some groups, like the natives of the Brazilian rainforest or the New Guinea highlands, will not be so affected since their relationship with Western civilization is indeed tenuous at best. In retrospect, good for them.)

- Warlordism: The pathological sociopaths have not all died, just the ones in positions of formal power. A new crop of leaders arises as if by parthegenesis from the decimated human population - those who feel no shame in wielding a gun and murdering their fellows with impunity. Nearly the rest of the human population is consumed as these criminals battle each other for ultimate power in the post-civilized age. This stage of the end days will be fairly lengthy and will last for about 50 to 100 years depending on the extent of the damage done beforehand.

- It is finished: The handful of human survivors, if any, will by now have learned to forage and hunt for food, so populations are sustained at low levels, roughly a few hundred thousand at most. The warlords have devolved into chieftains of their clans, as people find it advantageous to band together against threats. Natural law will begin to prevail again as State organizations can not be sustained at the hunter-gatherer level, and traditional concepts of right and wrong will shape most systems of justice. Agriculture may exist but on a limited basis, as most edible crops have been leached of their nutritional content through years of corporatized agricultural practices.

For those who have managed to reach this level, life is actually quite reasonable (notwithstanding the shorter human lifespan of approximately 30-35 years, dependent on how much medical knowhow survived the atomic flames), though certainly far less sophisticated than the gleaming civilzations of yore. A few enfeebled elderly may manage to recall the days when cities gleamed bright and people traveled not by foot or horse, but by fuel powered contraptions, some of which even took flight in the air. In all some history might survive, passed down orally through the generations as in ancient times.

And perhaps in another ten thousand years (or not), humanity will achieve the lights of Western civilization yet again. Let us pray that our descendants are not as depraved as we are and will make a better run of it.

An anniversary rant

Guess what? This blog officially turns one year old to-day!

One whole year. Whew, didn't think I'd stick with this sort of thing for this long at all. It's unusual for me to effect any lasting change in my existence beyond the spur of the moment. (Yeah, I'm sure you've heard that out of many a loser's mouth before.) Such is the story of my life - a wasteland of half-hearted fits and starts to improve, but always failure and missed opportunities.

But blogging has been fruitful overall. There have been some highs, and far more lows, some ups and many more downs, but the pursuit has been worthwhile for the most part. I can only hope that my feeble scribblings here have barely managed to raise these pages above the loathed status of "look at me, I'm a self-absorbed narcissist who wants attention!" Likely not, but then such is life.

And to mark the occasion, in true Urban Prairie blog tradition, how about another rant steeped in blood and gore to brighten the day! Because certainly, you don't actually expect The One and his friends in power to give y'all any hard truths, eh??

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Longer the dickhead's reach plays as the rampaging forces of pull assert their presence in our lives and on the international scene. The image one conjures up in one's mind is of rats scurrying from a fast sinking ship, engaging in every last mental gymnastic to avoid an assured painful and bloody (and justly deserved) demise, all ultimately futile as the vessel sinks into the blackness of the abyss, with no possible escape.

The fundamental reality that all in power (and quite a number out of power) wish to delude themselves into avoiding is that this nation is a failed state - financially broke, economically desolated, demographically wasted. The false mendacity of the paper pushing and sprawl-building economy has been exposed for the unproductive bankruptcy which it always was. The financial strength of the world's once most powerful country was frittered away by its unworthy and morally dissolute inheritors, all to purchase a life of glamour, ease, and comfort with its mansions in the Hamptons, caviar, tailored suits, and $800 Botox injections. The Amerikan sheeple, once the envy of the world, have abandoned any morality which they may have once possessed to pursue the counterfeit lure of subsidy, and thus in the process have become the most narcissistic, entitled, disgusting, repugnant, and intellectually bankrupt vermin on the face of the planet.

Once the lie which underlies all of our modern subsidy-world is revealed, it can never be re-established with any measure of conviction. The present chaos is the product of the process by which the lie is fully exploded for all to openly witness. When the curtain is fully drawn, it will reveal an emperor with no clothes - a currency with no backing, valueless, ultimately nothing more than the worthless pieces of paper upon which it is printed. And then with that realization will come the great bloodletting of moral and physical chaos, as a bovine and bedraggled race of semi-humans scrambles for one last grasp of any morsel of value before all are swallowed up in the deluge that culminates in Mass Grave Amerika.

The few survivors, if any, will look forward to lives which are infinitely worse that anything the poorest African peasant has to face - subsistence (or worse) living conditions, but with the caveat that all which was borrowed in the great letting shall be repaid in full. Indeed, twenty generations in brutal slavery (and I mean just that, in the antebellum definition of the word) shall pass before Amerika the wicked is absolved of its obligations, and then left to die on the vine, a fate richly deserved.

Future generations will come to visit the mass cemetery at the midsection of the North American continent and gape in awe at the wretched extents to which the banality and sickness of humanity can sink. It can only be hoped that what remains of the destruction of a once-proud civilization will be sufficient warning to our descendants to order their lives in the proper manner and declare, Never Again.

But we are far from that desirable day, when human nature is deemed to be man's greatest threat, and the sick shilling for subsidy is seen as the high civilization destroying crime which, unchecked as it grows to-day, it has come to be for us. Staring us directly in the face are the horsemen of the apocalypse - starvation, misery, disease, destruction, and mass death.

Your plans for the future should not anticipate, dickhead-like, any "successes" in your "career" or your "love life." Man will soon be judged by his basic utility to society above all else, courtesy of his "betters." Anyone not measuring up to the elite's "standards" will be shot. The dickhead's dream will come true. It is only what will be deemed fair by our solons when there are 300 million Amerikans, but sufficient food supplies for only about 50 million or so of this number.

You can be certain, when this sad day comes, than no fatcat dickhead in high power or any one of his "contacts" will have to endure this process, much less reduce their own vast caloric consumption and their parasitical weight on the frame of a tattered socioeconomic framework.

But even this will fail, as the dickheadery knows nothing but consumption, and consumption ultimately amounts to a zero. As the last of the "traitors" are lined up and shot by Our Leaders, the dying convulsions of the USSA will finally erase from existence those parasites who feed on its teat for comfort and sustenance.

And then there will be nothing left to Amerika but a pile of bleached bones and rotting corpses.

Good riddance.

Obamarama

The pathetic millions turn their faces to the sun king as the monarch in waiting assumes his crown at the coronation ceremony fit for a decayed, depraved empire, thus rising to the throne as King Moron the 44th. The thug of the hour attracted his unworthy supplicants by the millions as they strained to their utmost to obtain even a glimpse of their god-idol of the moment.

A more pathetic demonstration of sheeplike worship could not be conceived. The dumb masses, desperate to prop up the subsidy train just a while longer while the nation goes to hell around them due to the corruption and dark amorality of their black souls, pray that the One will live up to his promises and work the ageless alchemists' miracle of turning stones into bread. And he will certainly attempt to do this, through the modern equivalent of enshrining pieces of paper with "value" by printing images of power such as fasces, eagles, and dead Imperators upon them in green ink.

Perhaps he is truly deluded into believing that such a course of action cannot result in inevitable, destructive disaster, as it certainly will. Perhaps he knows better, but will pursue this course of action anyway, because it is the path to power. If it works for Mugabe, it will work for Le Roi Soliel too.

But the anointed one is but a sheer mortal, and in the delusion of the age, of a people which are far too willing to indulge in delusion and mass fantasy (as long as it is wrapped in the red, white, and blue) their minds again dangerously transcend reality to invoke god like powers upon their beacon of hope.

It is not a desire to return to a life of productive value that propels their delusions. Nay, it is the gasping endgame of the bread exchange, of robbing A to feed B, of supporting the corn-fed moronic entities by looting the seed grain of the responsible and productive. In B.O. the grasping subsidy classes see their last opportunity to raid the store and make off with the whole. Through their pharoah, they prepare to make off with the last of the pantry.

The subsidy classes never learn that if you loot the treasury and sack the grain warehouses to satisfy to-day's immediate wants, leaving nothing for to-morrow, that starvation is inevitable. It is the high time preference immaturity of young children, the mentality of animals.

The stores are bare. The seed corn has been consumed. The treasury sits empty, replaced by a massive pile of IOUs.

To-day the god-monarch and his followers party with the full flush of having obtained power. To-morrow, the god-monarch will sit with his court advisors and suddenly face the bare realities of what awaits us, and he will be god no longer.

And when their god has been proven impotent, dare we even comtemplate the rage of the looter class who have placed the securities of a cushy future built upon subsidy upon his seemingly impregnable shoulders?

The only thing that separates America from its third world reality to-day is the dickhead assumption that this is a nation of productive people and real wealth. But as recent events has demonstrated, so much of that "wealth" is a fiction. It was all based on lies.

The fundamental sign of a culture which is approaching destruction is the abandonment of honesty and integrity. Our way of life is based on lies. We accrue debt, promises to pay, but we really do not intend to - how else could such profligacy, of living beyond our means, be understood? Lies. Our wealth is a lie. Our currency is one huge lie. Our political system is a fascist dictatorship, but we continue to lie to ourselves and claim that this is a democracy.

The entire nation is an apparatus of lies upon lies, waiting for the rock to be thrown upon the towering and fragile house of glass, shattering the fraud into a million pieces. 

Our current Leader, for which no lie is too great, a person whom we hardly know besides the facade of lies so well pandered by our supplicant media, is but the personification of that fraud.

It is a delusion entered into willingly, because the truth is painful. It is painful to admit that we as a nation are broke. It is even more painful to be broke. But cardboard box city cometh whether we continue to indulge in our delusions or not. Eventually reality will intrude, as the sharp daggers of death cannot be ignored. Mass death and famine keeps civilization in touch with reality, as they have throughout the ages.

Enjoy the fraud to-day in its last, desperate moments, for tomorrow the tower of glass will shatter completely, and these things will come to pass.

See you in hell, Amerika.

It's B.O.

The slaughter of human sacrifices begins as the Messiah of the socialist revolution accepts his coronation, and the thousand year blood reign commences with the dropping of bodies as our new Dictator works to remake the world in His image.

A world in which we are all equal - equal in the weight of the chains which firmly shackle us to our State masters.

Let the corpses pile ever higher as the purveyors of the New Order are enshrined in the bloody temples of power.

To my fellow Amerikans

On this election day, you murdered America.

You blindly participate in this farce of fools, this "election", this counterfeit subterfuge which conceals who really runs the works.

By participating in this farce, you slaughtered the republic, and enshrined an unholy empire headed by a depraved murderer-king.

Somewhere deep down in your tiny amphibian brains, you may possibly know in your heart of hearts that the nation is ruled by power for power. But as long as you have your bread and circuses, your latest gadgets and your fancy clothes and dickhead salary and privileges, it is a tradeoff that works for you.

Reptilian scoundrels. You have been purchased by the money-changers; you have sold your liberty for thirty pieces of silver and left it to be brutally crucified.

Be warned, for this world of counterfeit privilege and unearned subsidy is fast ending. The New Order has arrived.

It only awaits your formal "approval" - but it is already here, whether you want it or not. The power players have seen to that.

What say our descendants to this, as they writhe in the iron chains of open dictatorship, in a not-so distant future time when the elites will feel no compulsion to hide their iron rule in a repose of pretty flowery words and flourishes ("CHANGE")?

That time is soon to come. No matter who "wins" this election, Amerika chooses darkness to be their Leader, and darkness thence will come. For that is the consequence of checking one's mind and morality at the door to feed on those barren crumbs which the powerful throw us. Such is the ethos and mentality of subsidy.

The bedraggled, the helpless, the moronic, the ignorant will be lifted and enshrined in the temples as the paragons of humanity. The productive, the capable, the competent will be charged with heinous crimes and brought down like so many wildebeests.

Those of you who cower before the Great One, worshiping his every movement as if he was the Messiah, know this:

You have fooled yourselves into a corner. You have been dealt the hand of the Antichrist. And in keeping with the serpent he is, the snakelike vise of the total State will soon smother and crush you into nonexistence.

Perhaps you really believe that BO will provide a better life. The Germans believed the same about Hitler, too, in 1933. Look how that turned out.

Why do you so strongly desire a Leader that will wring you by the nose and lead you to certain immolation? Is is because you are too afraid to use that gray matter between your ears?? Or is it the siren song of subsidy that lures you? Come now, if you have never achieved anything in your sick little lives, what makes me believe that you stand for the rights of the productive and capable? Everything you have, you owe to the destruction and dessication of the strong and competent.

The coming New Order will finish the work. The remaining seed corn will be swallowed up into the bottomless pit of "need" and rank subsidy. The culture will be perverted (it's called "political correctness" - be ready for loads of it in the coming New Era) to justify and satisfy these ends. The productive will be raped and left for dead, leaving only the helpless sheeple with their outstretched hands, clamoring for more, when nothing is left.

And then you will cry, when the subsidy jig is up and the last of the seed corn has been looted and consumed: "Where are the competent men? Who will save us from this horrible deadly lake of fire and gnashing of teeth?"

I have no sympathy. You have dug your own grave. Now lie in it and prepare to die.

Bloodletting

This is the time when the excess is to be wrung out.

This is the time when those who are not the most exceptional at what they do are to be put out to pasture, doomed to starvation.

This is the age in which only the superman has a chance to float, while all others sink. The average man has no chance of survival now.  There are too many surplus people, too much irrelevant excess in the system which will be liquidated before long. The tower of debt is coming down, to collapse like a pile of bricks on the hordes of loser nobodies which inhabit society's bottom.

Only the most capable will be able to sell themselves now, and not be liquidated like every other Joe and Jill Dumbass who thought coasting through life in this era of apparent ease would be enough to get by.

The age of comfort is over. Hard times beckon.

The streets will be littered with emaciated corpses.

Bare survival in the land of FEMAcracy

Disasters, in my experience, always bring out the patronizing aspects of our State masters.

Instead of productive citizens, we are now victims.

Instead of job holding community residents, we are now refugees who have lost everything.

Instead of offering a chance to use our minds and talents to assist in recovery, we are directed to a shelter and made to stand with the rest of the mindless rabble for our government ration MRE.

We were once self sufficient citizens. Now we are helpless children dependent on government aid.

Just the way our power elites like it.

All is lost

So Gustav has passed. And south Louisiana lies in ruins.

The physical damage was not severe - downed trees and awnings, broken signs, etc. As a hurricane Gustav was not truly severe.

Yet due to the criminal incompetence (AGAIN) of the powers that be, especially the STATE MONOPOLY ENERGY COMPANY, this storm looks to be the worst in Baton Rouge's history. The city is facing weeks, perhaps months, without power, services, or basic supplies. 

Livelihoods and plans for a secure future, including my own, hang tenously in the balance as the lack of electricity stymies all attempts at normal economic activity, only working to the benefit of the power-mad politicians and the FEMAcrats who come out like roaches in the woodwork in these situations. (Disasters bring out the not so hidden fascist in every tinpot local elected official, all reveling in their ability to control people's movements and access to their property at will.)

The desperation of the people is increasingly palpable, with the few stores and filling stations open seeing long and grim lines of bedraggled rabble only one meal away from starvation.

Civilization is breaking down as people flee the city like rats from a sinking ship, to places outside where there is food, power, and water available, to stave off inevitable starvation. Even yours truly, hemmed in by the twin reapers of starvation and lack of electric power, had to flee to safer quarters outside the city to save his life.

Such are the wages of chaos when civilization disappears.

The only reason I am able to attend to this blog this evening is due to my bolting for better pastures; for the past three days a fatal lack of electricity has rendered normal updates futile. As it is my presumably inpregnable apartment is now uninhabitable thanx to humidity, a leaking ceiling, and a thousand other storm related issues. So homelessness, along with joblessness, looks to be my future.

There is nothing left for me in BR. My life is in ruins, and I have entered the blade runner situation of idle incomeless productivelessness. My worst case scenarios have been exceeded by a thousand percent.

For god's sakes Entergy, GET THE POWER BACK ON!!!  PEOPLE ARE DYING OUT HERE!!! GOD HELP US ALL!!!!

Eve of destruction

The sun sets for perhaps the final time over my neighborhood this evening before the great blow comes our way.

Presently the state is in high gear preparation mode. The governor gave another overly long press conference where he pretty much covered everything but the kitchen sink with regards to storm preparation and evacuation. Most coastal parishes (defined as all parishes south of I-10) are either under mandatory evacuation orders or will soon be - this includes the city of New Orleans which plans to start mandatory evacuations tomorrow morning. Eventually the powers that be will begin to impose curfews and traffic movement restrictions, again proving that they have not learned their lesson with regard to preserving the people's civil liberties in these crucial times.

By bus, by auto, and even by plane and train, people are fleeing the Gulf Coast like beetles crawling from a forest fire. All Interstate arteries and virtually all of the surface roads leaving New Orleans are packed solid trafficwise. (Not a comforting sight to see I-55 northbound wall to wall with traffic as I crossed over it this afternoon on still free flowing I-12 west.) To facilitate the evacuation, the contraflow for both southwest and southeast Louisiana Interstates is now planned to be activated at 4 AM on Sunday morning.

The storm itself looks to achieve a central Louisiana coastal landing at midday Monday as a Category 4 hurricane (or even Category 5, which I have not personally ruled out), and this prediction has not changed much in the past 24 hours. With this track, it would place the cities of New Orleans and Baton Rouge on the east (strong) side of the storm. The Westbank of metro New Orleans in particular appears to be under the gun with regards to flooding and surge. (This will of course finish a rare part of the city that more or less survived Katrina intact, spreading the vast wastes of tropical destruction even further afield.) Of course all areas east of the Industrial Canal (St. Bernard Parish, Lower 9th Ward, and New Orleans East) and the immediate coastal parishes are virtually guaranteed to flood severely, whether levee "protected" or not.

Folks, this could be worse than Katrina. Katrina produced only a glancing blow to the state, though even this was enough to break the levees. This storm is nearly certain to lay waste to a vast and large swath of the state, from Lake Charles to Slidell. And there is no question that if the effects are as bad as Katrina or worse, it will absolutely convince corporate America that Louisiana is simply no longer a viable place to do business - any type of business. Expect massive business disinvestment and large scale economic destitution for those who remain here in the aftermath of this storm.

It remains to see whether there will be an economy, or much of anything else, left in Louisiana after this gigantic event. My long hiatus from major life disasters would appear to be coming to an end. It is only the fact that BR is so far inland, and thus relatively innured from natural disasters, which provides my only hope that I will not be scrounging for economic survival, along with around half a million other people, in a week's time.

As dey say, folks, stay tuned to this blog for further storm reports. To paraphrase Jimmy Buffett, come Monday it will be far from alright.

The Capital City looks to see a vast impact from this storm even while situated relatively inland, and as long as I have electricity, this blog stands prepared as an information source for those who revel in our further destitution.

Darkest day

Today, of course, is the three year anniversary of Doomsday. (A future Doomsday I?)

Ironic that at this date, we should be again surrounded and threatened by lethal dangers out in the tropics as we make a mad and perhaps futile scramble for survival.

But let us take time to remember the tragedy that was Hurricane Katrina.

Because of the events which transpired some three years ago now, hurricanes and tropical systems have taken on a whole new meaning for the residents of south Louisiana.

We have gained a newfound respect for their power, wrath, and destruction.

The nightmare scenarios which had been predicted for years came true in an instant. The protection which our federal masters had declared safe and secure failed at the first opportunity and laid waste to hundreds of square miles - land that even today sits in a paralytic limbo, stuck between seeming apathy on the one hand and bureaucratic shenanigans on the other.

As a people we have become more cynical and less prone to take faith in empty promises. (Can't you tell, from reading this blog?) That I have definitely noticed.

Ronald Reagan once said that one of the most evil sentences known to humanity was "I'm from the government, and I'm here to help you." Few understand the evil of that statement firsthand.

Let us hope that history does not repeat itself here in a few days' time. I do not want to have to add another black letter date to the list of future commemmorations.

Sadly, humanity rarely learns anything from history, even recent history.

Silver linings

I do not want to be too negative in this situation, because there are some good things I am seeing.

The people of this state are definitely taking no chances in the face of this new threat. Consider that at this moment, Gustav is merely a piddling tropical storm situated off Jamaica. In the pre-K world, the meteorologists would exhort us to "keep an eye" on the system, but nothing more. In any case, there would be no inkling or anticipation of what could result, or how strong the storm could become.

But already we are in full panic mode. I have mixed feelings about this. There is definitely no such thing as being too prepared, or too vigilant, and our solons likewise are pulling out all the stops in their own show of preparedness. But is it wise to get people panicked all on the basis of a not-certainly-accurate long range prediction?

Yes, the technology has definitely evolved. If the weather service can pinpoint with a good degree of accuracy where a tropical cyclone will be in five days' time, then that is nothing short of remarkable. In years past, this would have been impossible.

I would err on the side of caution myself, though.  In any case, it is up to the individual to prepare, based on his best judgment of the circumstances and all available information. Even the governor has stated that one must take individual responsibility for personal safety and security. That's a (small) change, for once.

Floating carcasses

So it begins again, as the grim fate of a second disaster awaits us.

When this is all over, New Orleans will likely be history.  Too much fucktardery has taken place for it to be any other way.

In 1871, the PEOPLE of Chicago, Illinois stood up and rebuilt their fire-ravaged city, and made it greater than ever.

In 1900, the PEOPLE of Galveston, Texas got off their asses and decided to prevent another hurricane catastrophe by elevating their entire island to render it flood proof. For the next great storm in 1915, the horrors of 1900 were not repeated.

In 1906, the PEOPLE of San Francisco, California did not sit around and wait for welfare checks and insurance payouts from distant entities seven states away; they got straight to work reconstructing their now-beautiful city from the ruins of earthquake and fire.

In 1947 and 1965, the PEOPLE of the Crescent City rebuilt after massive hurricanes had wreaked destruction on their community.

But the PEOPLE by then had become mentally and morally stupid.  Already having acquired a taste for omnipotent government, they depended on the promise of the Federal behemoth to protect their lives and property from the next great storm.

It was a grave and ultimately fatal mistake which cost over 1,800 PEOPLE their very existence, and altered forever for the worse the lives of hundreds of thousands more.

And in 2005, with their city in utter ruins after a tragedy of epic proportions, did the PEOPLE of New Orleans rise up to the challenge and rebuild?

Some brave souls did. But the vast majority, being obese, diabetic, TeeVee watching, mentally and morally comatose morons, did nothing, because to them the State and the insurance companies (can you say FEMA?) would make everything right again.

(Excuse me while I roll around on the floor in hysterical laughter.)

And so the City that Care Forgot truly lives up to its name, and remains in ruins as bureaucrats, lawyers, dickheads, government "contractors", criminals, and paper pushers rule the day.

Because the PEOPLE did nothing to save the place which they allegedly cherished.

If the PEOPLE had pulled their lead filled asses away from the TeeVee for once, they would have come to see the long term unsustainability of living life in a bowl situated below sea level, and surrounded by water. They would have taken it upon themselves (because heaven knows that entrusting anything to the GOVERNMENT is sheer folly) to ensure that their property, and the places they cared about, were never again subject to the watery fate of 8/29.

Galveston had solved the problem over a century ago. Why could this simple solution not be heeded???

Instead, the PEOPLE of New Orleans, secure in their Disney World mentality preferring always delusion and fantasy over cold, hard reality (since is life not just one big TeeVee show?) placed their collective faith/fate in the hands of the same dickhead incompetents which failed us last.

What morons have the PEOPLE become.

And so regarding anything horrific or tragic that happens in a few days' time, I will feel no guilt or remorse.

For the PEOPLE, if they had used even a microscopic amount of brain power, should have seen this coming. If the levees failed in 2005, and the Army Corps is still running the show therein, by what magic or hocus-pocus are you using to conclude that they will not fail again in 2008????

But they refused to think, and entrusted the thinking and the protection of their lives and property to those for whom the infliction of suffering is a sadistic pleasurable pasttime.

And so they will pay the ultimate price - again.

And one of America's greatest, most historic, and most culturally significant cities will be forever lost, all because people stopped giving a damn about themselves, and gave that task to the State - which, by the way, doesn't give a damn about you, either.

We are fucked

Let the chaos begin:

"We know it's going to head into the Gulf. After that, we're not sure
whereit's heading," said Rebecca Waddington, a meteorologist at the
Miami-based National Hurricane Center. "For that reason, everyone in Gulf needs
to bemonitoring the storm. At that point, we're expecting it to be a Category
3hurricane."

New Orleans officials began planning for possible evacuations, and
urgedpeople who might need help in the event of an evacuation to call an
emergencyinformation number. Mississippi Emergency Management Director Mike
Womackadvised people along the coast to prepare.Gustav is raising concern
particularly because there are few surrounding wind currents capable of shearing
off the top of the storm and diminishing its power, the hurricane center said.
"Combined with the deep warm waters, rapid intensification could occur in a
couple of days."

"A bad storm churning in the Gulf could be a nightmare scenario," said
PhilFlynn, an analyst at Alaron Trading Corp. in Chicago. "We might see oil
pricesspike $5 to $8 if it really rips into platforms."

Game over, Louisiana

Only the gods can save us now from the terrible orgy of death about to be unleashed upon us.

Lord have mercy on our souls.

The mortal storm

As another storm brews in the tropics and the projected tracks loom treacherously close to this land which we cherish and love, we here in the coastal South cast a wary eye over the water with no uncertain trepidation.

For we know all too well here in the Pelican State that powerful weather systems are no sneering matter. They can and do lead to major tragedy.

What disaster may be in store for us? What terrible fate may befall us now?

Older and wiser, with the tragic holocaust of nearly exactly three years ago still fresh in our minds, we know well the consequences of lack of vigilance. We know well how chains of events can spiral beyond even our worst nightmares to expose the gates of Hell right here on earth.

We have observed the darkest elements of humanity played out on a massive scale to rape and loot our state. We have seen the scions of the power elite turn their backs on us in our hour of supplication, in their preoccupations with enriching themselves and their friends on the backs of the suffering. We have borne the insults of the rape of our land by State bureaucrats, insurance agents, and other such hucksters.

We have witnessed the receiving end of social marginalization, have been called 'looters' and 'refugees', equated to the sickening rabble of a Third World country.

We consider the acronym of a certain lethally incompetent federal agency to be a four letter word (hint: it starts with "F").

The storm destroyed livelihoods and property, laid waste to human lives, dreams, and hopes alike. Over 1,800 of our brothers and sisters paid the ultimate price.

Lost in the subsidy train for those who were helpless before the deluge and who continued the trend of their mooching lives in the aftermath, were those working folks who lost jobs and homes by the capriciousness of brute fate.

No assistance was given them since they lacked either the proper skin color, sense of victimhood or entitlement, or political connections.

Careers were truncated, lives were destroyed, and with nowhere else to go whole families were cast out into the optionless horizon of the street when the pittance of disaster relief dried up.

I barely avoided this fate myself; only with a massive stroke of luck (and I do mean luck) was I able to dodge permanent marginalization such as the residents of our still-extant "temporary" RV parks have fallen into.

Some vanished forever, into homelessness, into drink, into a life barely a shadow of the productive, valuable contribution that they maintained before the storm. Human potential was cast aside like so much storm debris, as in a fit of societal insanity we discarded valuable human capital in the mass profit taking and "holding pattern" non-recovery which followed like locusts in the wake of crop failure.

After the storm, talent was desperately needed to rebuild the state and get things back to working order. But the bureaucrats and the powerful shitheads won the day, and also the rewards. In the aftermath of the hurricanes, furthering the careers of the pinheadocracy and making sweetheart deals for the elites and their friends was apparently more important than returning this state back to normal. So guess whose fat bellies profited, and guess why tens of thousands of the non-connected, non-powerful across the state today still struggle with the scars of that fateful August day???

The storm exposed the two tier society in all its unholy putridness, separated the comfortable from the desparate like wheat from chaff, accomplished major strides toward the elites' long desired goal of creating a permanent Amerikan caste system based on color and socioeconomic origin.

The storm provided great cover to advance the social engineering principles of those for whom the system is set up to benefit.

The dickhead gatekeepers of the admittance into a life of decency found ample cause in the wake of the storm to roll up the mats of opportunity, ramp up the marginalization of their supposed "inferiors", distribute human resources in their desired manner - more for food service, less for jobs of the mind.

After the storm, fast food huts and other such establishments were begging for workers, with $10/hour (and up) wages not uncommon. Yours truly was forced by circumstance to take them up on the offer, for a time.

But any sane man knew that the situation was unsustainable. And after a year, $10 an hour was deemed economically unviable, and those who had not managed to escape the trap (that is, the people who stayed behind, not including myself) were suddenly facing the raw pavement again, replaced by cheep Mexican workers for which minimum wage is a princely sum.

And what did they have to their work histories, except a lost year gaining poverty wage skills at some fast food hut out on some anonymous suburban highway? Many had taken fast food work as temporary income until they could resusitate professional careers which had been truncated by the storm. Little did they consider that they were now persona non grata in the professional world, only fit to grace the kitchens of further fast food huts, making starvation-level wages in the pursuit of selling the almightly hamburger...

The great fascist economy device of stripping opportunity for the alternative of placing "talent" where it can be most controlled worked just as planned by society's architects - that is, those in power. The not so invisible hand (or more precisely, fist in glove) of sorting the masses to the least common denominator in an unfree economy worked perfectly.

And these were only the fortunate. The immediate and severe contraction of opportunity in the wave of the holocaust rendered hundreds of thousands superflous and redundant. Some managed to repair a semblance of their former lives in other cities, other states, their talents and contributions lost to Louisiana forever, so to shrink the ranks of the productive and that much progressively enlarge the proportion of the grotesque, the inhuman, the morally crippled, the emotionally insane, and the otherwise overall takers of society. Others were consigned to the bleak fate of bureaucratic limbo, all in a futile and pathetic effort to delay the inevitable day when they would finally be facing bare pavement, without a roof over their heads, and empty pockets and stomachs.

We are all drowning in idiocy, of which Mayor Ray Ray of Chocolate City and his political cousins of all ideologies and colors are merely the most obvious symptoms. And even now the powerful make a show of "preparedness" all while they are nursing their stashes in foreign parts and leaving us to die in the dust - or more precisely, to drown in the surge. For as I have said, they are all complete egotistical narcissists who seek only pure pleasure, and thus do not give one flivvering fuck whether the vast hordes of 'nobodies' which constitute "the people" that they are sworn to serve either live or die.

When the second rape of this great state comes, will we have learned anything? Will we demand that disaster planning be performed with competence? (Now's your chance, Bobby boy, to show the people that elected you that their faith in your abilities was not misplaced.) Will we make the effort toward a true recovery, instead of leaving it in the hands of imperial officials from distant lands who hardly give a damn about this state, its people, or its economy? (The stillborn status of the so-called recovery from the previous storms, with cities and lives in ruins three long years after Doomsday, should provide a clue.) Will we let the worst and darkest aspects of our human natures control us, or will we stun the world and act like civil men and women?

I hold out little hope that another disaster will be handled with grace and class. Past experience is cold comfort, if you know what I mean. The people of this state are by and large not up to the task. With so many on the subsidy dole, it is no wonder. The remnant of us who slave our lives away to support these assholes will use this looming catastrophe as the final straw, the final reason which justifies abandoning ship once and for all.

And then for those who love this state and were committed to making our lives here, there will be nothing left, and unless we manage to really impress the corps of dickhead hiring managers-cum-gatekeepers to the good life who await us in Atlanta and Dallas and Nashville and Charlotte (fully knowing our desparate position and like the animals they are, all too happy to exploit it for everything they can get out of it), we will be forced to survive by digging for roots and hustling for change.

I say all this not to shock, but to convey the extent of the enormous human tragedy of a Katrina or Rita. Hurricanes are not just about damaged property, floods, storm surge, and physical ruination. They are testaments to what a society values, and its moral character. The Chicago of 1871 could rise again from the ashes, because the talents of the people in that laissez-faire age were allowed to run free and rebuild a great city from the ruins of tragedy. The New Orleans of the bleak present, in contrast, remains in a stultified state of ruin, precisely because it is no longer about a free people. It is about power and who sucks whose dick, plain and simple. That is what the State, and all the social maxims which it personifies and teaches, is all about.

I have never mentioned this before, but Katrina is what made me a libertarian.

And nothing has changed in these three years to make me believe that it will be any different next time. In all honesty, I believe it will be ten times worse. People (holier-than-thou shitheads from up Northeast in particular) are too desensitized to suffering and the omnipotent State today to give a shit anymore about what atrocities go down in "that" part of the world. We are all just a bunch of looters and apes, eh? The next time the levees break, they will say, "Stick a fork in them, Louisiana is finished! Let the mass disinvestment commence!!"

So comes Gustav. The bodies shall hit the floor and the rivers of blood shall again flow free as the destruction of our state and its people that was commenced three years ago is now completed.