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The outpouring of grief, heartsickness, and horror at the events which unfolded in Katrina's wake this week have provided the sharpest contrast I have ever seen in my lifetime of humanity displaying its greatest and its most vile traits, all at once.
People from all walks of life and all ages have given whatever they can, whether money, a room, transportation, medicine, and words of comfort, from all over the land. Children have brought their piggy banks, their parents have brought their checkbooks, and tears have been shed on behalf of fellow human beings in pain and in want.
Images of people coming together for the greater good encourage us, and fills us with warmth and not a little bit of hope. We seek to emulate their example, or be an example, unto our neighbors and ourselves.
When we give of ourselves our time, possessions, money, and compassion, we affirm our own humanity, and we shun the ugliness and evil which is always present, always lurking, but never quite prevailing. We subdue such impulses and prove that indeed, we are spiritual beings of great promise and the capacity to love one another, even strangers. Charity begins at home, and that home is our hearts.
In the shadows of our light...
There is the image of the Great Impostor President. The most overprivileged, unaccountable, vapid, venal, slithering, slime-oozing, anti-intellectual, spoiled, wretched, smirking, sub-human shithole that ever was farted with such rancor and aplomb from its she-beast mother's gaping, rotting, diseased pubic orifice.
It is not enough to dismiss this Impostor Human as incompetent; to be sure he is, but it is woefully insufficient. It's an incompetence with a deliberate arrogant festering ignorance arising from its sulphurous pores.
An egregiously awful lack of true empathy marks a sociopath, and as such, the Sociopath-In-Chief Impostor President serves as an apt manifest for the psychotic reality presiding in the wake of Katrina: Chaos, hate, fear, confusion, starvation, thirst, homelessness, dislocation, sickness, and strife.
The well-coiffed voices from the television propaganda box, momentarily jarred from their rote complacency just a mere day ago, quickly reclaimed their first purpose today: That of lulling its viewers back into a false sense of complacency and unquestioning acceptance of the status quo.
But Katrina was a genie which may have broke this bottle, as surely as the levies of the Crescent City are likewise broken, like its citizens' hearts are broken, fragmenting their dreams and hopes. Broken, battered, fragile lives, awaiting the gentle and firm helping hands of their neighbors in America and the world.
The best, and the worst, of mysterious and fateful humanity, on full display, where folly and faith collided at the mouth of a mythical river. The best and the worst, thrown together in such sharp relief; this moment begs for the opportunity of victorious seizure. The best of us must prevail. The best of us, not one among us perfect - must allow the better angels of our nature, as Lincoln harkened another universe ago - to seize control of our hearts and minds. For the worst among us, the Great Impostor President and his fading minions, can learn nothing, feel nothing, or do nothing. They are powerless before the great good flood of human kindness pouring forth like the mighty Mississippi itself, from every corner of the world.
Do not lose faith, do not lose hope, and best of all, do not lose love. It can truly conquer all.
Stand in awe of this contrast, but do not stand still.
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