So is anyone else blown by the priorities that were displayed during week three of the NFL besides me?!! I saw the reopening of a sports arena (and Canal St. businesses, mind you) in the middle of a city that is still ravaged from the destruction of Hurricane Katrina and government negligence. While the people of New Orleans can be uplifted and encouraged by the Saints having a home again, I can’t help but notice the paradox.
First and foremost, how is it that the NFL was able to drudge up $15 mil.
three weeks into the season for last minute renovations when the
government’s been unable to properly allocate funds raised in the last 14
months to restore homes? How has the NFL shown more initiative and
implementation in a month’s time that FEMA, the FBI and all the federal
acronyms combined have been unable to do in over a year’s time?
Secondly, if in fact, a saint is just a sinner who’s fallen down, why the
h*ll would we chose to help the saint (the iconic representation of the
fallen sinner) versus reaching out our hands to the real victims? Are we so
distracted with celebrating domes reopening and one year ‘anniversaries’ of
tragedies (is anyone else disturbed how we reflect on and commemorate
disasters with the same celebratory term used for weddings and birthdays?)
that we’ve all turned a blind eye to the devastation that still haunts New
Orleans? Should the saints have a winning season this year, what profit is
really gained when uplifted souls have to pay cover charges to celebrate in
the French Quarter businesses because their homes haven’t been rebuilt yet?
“Inundated: The Katrina Demi-Epic”
“The Big Uneasy”
For the past few months or so
We’ve been engulfed with shows
That put the Gulf Coast on front pages.
Yet it’s not for the love of folks
That most have covered the scope…
It’s to exploit the struggles and woes
in a front of the ages.
So who in the hell left
the floodgates open
Long enough for tear duct
substrates to remain broken?
Who duct taped the notion on
our eyelids to keep us watching?
Who in the hell left
the blood tapes rollin’
Long enough to let the
rush take over ‘em
But quick enough to escape the
overrun of escapees flockin’?!!
It’s the legalized gossips that
keep ratings high for profits.
Why else would eagle eyes
wade in waste-high toxins?!! –
Human interest pieces keep us
dry as we watch them –
viewed from a distance.
These reporters seem
neither in harm’s way
Nor deeply moved by
the parts they play…
Their words are facades for the stage –
mere props for the news edition.
Their eyewitness is
a wry gimmick.
I can’t just blindly listen
to ‘fly by’ night vision.
Let them SURVIVE in it –
don’t just drop in, get dropped off
and stay in the trenches.
Besides, how can they film
folks stranded in regions
And then walk away from where
they’ve landed and leave them?!!…
This isn’t Cannes season –
such abandoned reason
is tainted and twisted.
I hate the media’s tracking tactics
When grief or tragedy happens.
They’re all tactless fascists
with cameras flashin’ immodestly.
To keep dailies blatantly current
Men and ladies like Katie Couric
Invent shameless circuits
with circus-like followings.
This is where the government
sows a seedy advantage –
They love to control us by
what’s seen on the bracket.
The media’s magic deceives
with manic smoke and mirrors.
That’s why FEMA was so inactive
When Katrina was first
seen on the planet…
There’s no need for immediate
panic unless planted by the overseers.
Resting 10 ft. beneath sea level,
Once New Orleans was
besieged by that she-devil,
Everyone suddenly saw its deeply
disheveled quality of life.
But if not for the French Quarters
and drenched by water,
The existence of the poorer
gives little incentive for reporters
to get falsities right.
We’ve got families so
accustomed to poor conditions
That some scuffle
to pour back into them.
They know nothing
of heir conditioning –
laws work best upon
It’s only when you don’t
know or want better,
That you don’t seek to
go beyond your measure…
Such pawns are treasured –
as they’re better suppressed
by indignant indifference.
Though this is a tragedy
we’ve certainly faced,
The hazards seen go
beyond this hurricane.
When poverty’s only shown
on a certain face,
bigger stories lie beneath.
As Black looters were exposed
as tasteless vagrants
The coverage shown
hurts my race’s patrons
And worsens my faith in this nation
as a less racist society.
When both Blacks and Whites
are scavengin’ for sandwiches
But only Africans are shown
scatterin’ like savages,
The averages we’re battlin’
make me feel a bit queasy.
So near the integral rigs
of Gulf and Texaco,
When sincere interest is shown
for the Gulf of Mexico…
I’m more prone to question the
motives that focus reels on the Big Easy.
Supporting a quarter of
our domestic oil’s network,
Louisiana’s ports are vested in
a major part of its net worth.
This info’s not off the record –
FX documented it.
Two months before Katrina,
it aired Oilstorm:
A movie release that
dared to forewarn…
Subpoena this mediaware
tour de force –
it’s evidence that the
odds were significant.
What’s crazier is how the news
incriminates the hands that feed them
As they demonstrate the
fragments they seethe in.
Each picture paints a fabulous thesis:
this system devours itself from within.
Tell me, what’s wrong with
the picture exposed to the public
Where evacuated dogs were
depicted in coach buses
While exasperated grandmas exploded
in low budget buckets
with less than an hour to print.
This is American priorities at its best –
Our embarrassed authority’s
been outed by its press.
Newspapers have routed out the
threat for the sake of the story.
Apparently, the red, white and blue’s
been run up polarized lenses
By what’s black, white and read
by a totally blind census…
Notarized by the senseless –
the negatives print out as stains on Ol’ Glory.
Inundated with the rushing outpour
Of sudden concern that
came gushing out more,
That region’s become flooded by
downpours of tourists with camera quotas.
More putrid than the
refuse of contamination,
The coverage is profuse with glam’rization…
Just scan the stations –
they’ve got bullsh*t runnin’
like a Taurus in Pamplona.
And as for Bush – it’s not that he doesn’t
care for Black roots, people! –
He just doesn’t care for those
who lack the root of all evil.
Money acts as a boost to his ego –
his head’s too far up his @ss to look around.
The only way he could
see broken economies
Is through the scope of a colonoscopy…
Even then, his whole philosophy on
the polyps seen wouldn’t look like Brown’s.
See the common theme? –
his common sense is worthless
As long as the democracy of
common cents worsens.
He seems uncommonly less
burdened by blue collar toils..
It’s sad to see that even
with Brownie’s points,
He overlooked the need to
believe in brownie points
That could’ve reprieved his
drowning points from crude dollar spoils.
See why water and oil don’t mix?
As the water boils, even Bush’s loyal
have started to slip.
His laurels have stalled and dipped –
those stuck to Bush’s thorns now feel
the pangs as they reprimand him.
Thanks to the media leakin’ tips and whatnot
We’ve seen immediate releases
of trip-ups and subplots
Of whom greedy elitists
deem the ‘seediest;’ so as the buck stops –
they reel in the shame of being
caught red and second-handed.
What if Rita’s path to Corpus Christi
Would’ve been Katrina’s wrath
coursed through the city?!!
Would troop force committees have been
called back from Iraq to combat it?
They can’t match it –
they’re testin’ limits of a dangerous
force like Mos Def.
The souls of marine corpses won’t stop
‘til the Gulf Coast’s wrecked…
As the ghosts of those left from the
slave trade manifest its passage.
There’s no water-tight
defense against retribution
That can waterproof
slaughtered spook executions.
The best solution would’ve been to
support the impoverished in lieu of troops.
To call New Orleanians refugees
is a master statement
That captures ‘enslavementalities’
even after evacuations…
As such actions of flagrant capitalist
vagrants entomb and doom.
That’s the mark of Totalitarians.
These are the beasts that bark
at folk rallies for Aryans.
So proud and arrogant –
they’d rather total the dens of N.O. natives.
They’d sooner make room out
of desecrated mausoleums
Before they’d rededicate the coliseum…
They wouldn’t hesitate to legislate
such monstrous ‘relief’ in as local renovations.
As he takes the race card and
plays it so crass and coonish,
Ray Nagin’s mindset, too
is lapsed and buffoonish.
It’s no wonder their time’s
set back a few units –
even the mayor’s retroactive.
Less attractive than his decrepit mis’ry
Are the backwards company
contracts in the Crescent City…
It’s a blessed pity when residents
set precedence to titties
bared and exposed to the masses.
What’s exposed is a chest wound
That needs to be addressed soon.
What about the needs beyond letting stress loose –
recreation should be the last priority!
Forget Super Domes and breast jewels –
They need future homes with restrooms…
Are they that moral-less and confused? –
I’d more or less assume no legroom
for crass acts defined as normalcy.
Besides, what happened to the billions raked in –
Has it been pillaged and wasted?!!
Who billed Gates’ donation – did it all
go to the head of Mardi Gras?
Did it all go to the dome of
Fat Cat Tuesday enthusiasts,
Or did they blow it on cracked fact
ruses played so dubious?…
These fools take looter’s dibs worse
than Bruh Man did Marty Mar.
I’m appalled by it all – I’ve heard ‘em
spit nails in their own coffins
By saying ‘Since they were given
warnings early and often,
That New Orleans was at fault when
they ignored the wisdom.’
So if this logic’s allowed to default in,
Then who’s audit does Bin Laden fall in?!!…
They can’t dodge the fraudulence –
the ball’s in their court system.
This is the real Watergate weigh in.
It’s a watery grave they’ve waded in.
This is a grave state we’ve been made in
– way to go USA!
Instead of Nixon and Deep Throat roasted
We’re transfixed with
breached moats promoted…
I knew heat and hope floated –
but flam-buoyant BS
stands out in the Grand South’s
most useless parade.
It’s no use, I’m afraid – even as this morbid
page floods the rage in,
This rant’s a tirade of
The task undertaken is monumental
in un-quelled capitol grievance.
Yet though the undertow seems friv’lous,
There’s no numbin’ the throes
of these ‘xstream’ digits…
As they flow like the plumbing needs fixin’
‘til hell’s catacombs extinguish.
American Priorities at Its Best: