the terms of use violation administration

I remember the jolt of the disaster that took place just days after a neurosurgeon decked me at UCSF. It was somehow fitting that I would be somewhere stranded for six weeks with a tv set and a strange plastic cervical collar just then, coming to see and hear more of this disaster than any since I'd drop-kicked my tv off the headlands onto the rocks and the powderizing mercies of the pounding Pacific years before. That’s been since the summer of ‘95, so my tv is definitely sand by now.

It’d been, of course, one of those hairdos who report the “news”, smilingly delivering her lines about an execution taking place not 25 miles from me, amid a flurry of “experts” who had less intelligent commentary than you could find on a security cam in Mrs. Fleishbach’s third grade classroom, that made me finally snap. I’d already been forced to strap the remote to my hand so as to mute commercials before they made me jump out the window, and also to move all heavy-enough objects from my proximity while the tv was on because my urges had been much too great to keep relying on my conditioning to prevent my violence. So, my little return to sharing my space with a tv set, from having given it up completely shortly after Reagan was elected, had lasted about a year, filled with desperate urges to nuke a whole lot of people, places, things and my goddam tv. I'd finally come all the way untrained, and this time I had made sure that box couldn’t get back up again.

But I was in the middle of a forced convalescence at the home of some dear friends for six weeks, not allowed to even ride in a car unless it was to the doctor, or lift anything heavier than a fork for that period of time. So when Katrina hit, I got the full treatment, that infuriating rictus of sin on the hairdos' faces and all, while also getting my first sustained exposure to the internet.

Since then, of course, I’ve been stuck up here in the beautiful and abjectly depressing northwesternmost edge of California, with my Mac and my very fast connection, and picking up bits about Katrina in congressional hearings on C-Span and blog posts and online news reports and Naomi Klein’s thousands of Shock Doctrine book tour appearances.

If you’ve been following me for very long, you might recall some evidence of my attempts to keep my mind as wide open as possible about this. Maybe most pertinently my freakout about no mention of the heinous crime scene in the New Orleans ghetto... that is to say the entire rest of it beyond the tourist attraction.

I was terribly concerned about the slowness of relief, and even more by the speed of the Blackwater troops. I was rabid about portions of witness testimony at the congressional hearings where the audio was completely lost, undeniably on purpose, for the most salient testimony given. I’ve been appalled by the absence of any body count or cogent estimation of the loss of life. The whole thing has been a nightmarish mess and continues to be. I chose not to blog this because, as much as I loathe it, as horrible as it is, I can understand the residents of Algiers’ terror, and the cure for that is not something reviling them can ever accomplish.

But, finally, Cynthia McKinney has settled the questions that have kept coming up not to get answered for me.

I don’t think they were prisoners Cynthia. Or not all of them anyway. I think the residents of the 9th Ward who insist the levees were blown up, not washed away, are right, and I think Blackwater was sent in to eliminate as many “solja” [young black males] survivors as they could manage to hit.

I think Katrina gave the fascists the perfect cover for solving a problem of epic proportions -- I cannot stress hard enough just how heinous it really was -- a travesty of brute capitalism that capitalist brutes would not ever, ever, ever even so much as dream of solving the humane way.

Yes. I’m telling you I think Blackwater was called in to execute the male denizens of the hell on earth that had been the New Orleans slums. I think * and Fudd drowned them and called in their mercenaries to finish off the survivors. In fact, I just don’t seem to be able to get over my feeling of certainty about this now that I have heard Cynthia speak of the 5000 corpses with single bullet wounds to the head [she confirmed this information with Red Cross personnel, so we definitely can believe it]. You might really want to get to this video [at image link] quickly because it keeps being taken down for “Terms of Use Violation”.