Dome is Where the Heart Is: Lewd Priorities in New Orleans

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” ACT I 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. ACT II 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 Becoming weatherworn 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 insignificant ignorance. 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. ACT III 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. ACT IV 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. ACT V 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. ACT VI 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. ACT VII 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 torrid understatements. 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.

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