New Orleans - FEMA Refugees

Ok so tell me. Why do people in America obsess about rubber necking? Come on. Anytime there's any destruction or drama it becomes everyone's business. Now don't get me wrong, I'll help my fellow man, but I don't need to be in the middle of a situation that's not part of my deal. Enough money, time, and resources are bring poured into New Orleans without giving everyone $2,000. credit cards through FEMA. And what does FEMA stand for anyway? Federal Emergency Management Agency which suggests to me that I am paying people to stay and sit on their roofs in New Orleans. My federal taxes are going to people who choose to live below sea level in a town at the edge of the ocean. Get real, and get out. Give me my money, I am going to Canada. Now I pay $40.00 for a tank of gas, and why? Because Bush can't get our troops out of the Middle East and into Louisiana, and the poor could not evacuate themselves before it was too late because they're too damn poor to move, but they wouldn't be if they could find jobs in our country that are being out sources to the foreigners who will work for sub minimum wage in next to nothing conditions. So when I have to go buy my gasoline and give my tax money to a hundreds of thousands of people who choose where they live, I can thank my federal government for bending me over to grab my ankles.

And that's another thing. What's with Oprah freaking out about the words "refugee" or "evacuee". Oprah, I have one thing to say. You're a fat black chick. Deal with it. If a person flees then they are a refugee. If they take refuge then they are a refugee. If they are evacuated then they're an evacuee, and if they stay sitting on their house roofs, then they are damn stupid. You chose. Not me. Bring some of that water here and feed my damn grass, since I need to spend my money on gas to get me back and forth to work to make money to pay you to live. Damn it. Now I better not get that second coffee for myself because those poor people sitting on roofs in Louisiana don't have coffee. I should use my dollar to buy an ugly plastic bracelet that I can wear to show how much of a clone I am, and give my dollar so some company that says they'll send it to the New Orlean's people, but I say: what the hell will they do with my dollar? The have no grocery stores, or movie theatres, or restaurants where they can spend my money. So for me, it's another overwhipped, extra-sweet, chocalty-good caffeinated coffee to drink while sitting in my desert watching the dust bowls and tumbleweeds roll down my dirt roads.