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September 21, 2005 in Walking Spanish | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack



Watching the images of devastation televised from the Gulf Coast this weekend, who amongst us wasn’t struck with feelings of both incredible sadness and loss? And in the days since, who hasn’t had anger riding shotgun as the most constant of emotions.

It seems inconceivable that a populace can gleam the gravity of the situation from watching images of fellow citizens left high and dry over a period of days, but our government cannot. I make such a statement based on the plain-as-day fact that our pearly white bureaucracy did little to nothing to bring this situation to a quick resolve.

Don’t let their talking heads fool you - you can’t improve on a situation that’s already been cemented as a horrific failure.

Take a step back for a moment to Tuesday, when millions of Americans were beginning to pledge money and services to those in need, seemingly beating our federal government to what should have been their donations; the procurement of food, manpower, buses, commodes and – perhaps greatest of all – a plan. We’re still trying to figure out what is more unimaginable - that the feds sat by and didn’t react with the same quick response because they were waiting for officials at the state level to ask for such help OR the fact that such a train of thought would make for a legitimate excuse. The devastation was evident to any schmuck with a television, and the response should have been swift and with full force. We may never know the number of lives that were lost because of this tragic lapse of bureaucracy.

God bless America.

The issue here, however, is a much larger one. In an era where energy and highway bills are loaded with more fat than the grease traps at McDonalds, where tax breaks are being doled out with little regard for big picture effects, and our armed services are spread thin, we as a nation must acknowledge that the system is breaking down. Fast. The true horror for those of us far removed from the chaos of Hurricane Katrina was that this embarrassing display of neglect was not in some foreign land, but here in America.

And a flyby in Air Force One on return from vacation is not an answer.

Maybe it’s time for our elected representatives to kill the rhetoric and just come clean with their little dirty secret, the bastard stepchild of a concept hidden away for the sake of each passing election year. Taxation is a necessity, ladies and gentlemen, and the ability to assign what is done with said taxes in a morally responsible manner is the responsibility of government. It’s what separates civility from chaos, and the lesson to be learned here is that you can only cut a corner down so far before there isn’t any paper left.

The infrastructure of the America so renowned throughout the world comes with a price tag, and with the budget to do so adequately whittled down over the last few years in order to pad the pockets of big business, we now have a face for the victims of this administration’s tax-break mentality; the oxygen-deprived grandmother on a rooftop hospital bed, the hungry baby in a crowd, the masses huddled under a shaded overpass on an apocalyptic, feces strewn stretch of American pavement.

To our elected officials, may these images serve as your inspiration to return to sensible government, one where taxation isn’t a bane, but the means to sustain a responsibly spent safety net that keeps our society from plunging into chaos. May you realize that the purpose of the National Guard is to protect American citizens on American soil – not to fight in foreign lands. And may you realize that the wave of anger that is spreading across America at how our leaders dropped the ball on this one will not soon be forgotten.

Not in my America.

September 3, 2005 in Current Affairs | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack