Monday, September 05, 2005

plugged in, a pervert of the airwaves

http://stfunoob.com/nola/scanner.pls

put that link in your browser, and you're listening, live, to a scanner picking up the Emergency Communication Frequencies in New Orleans/ Baton Rouge. It's so bizarre. Beyond bizarre. I am disconnected from something terrible that I'm fascinated by. I think I enjoy listening because it is so disconnected, it's so calm that it makes the horror of Katrina fade away. At night, it's quiet, but in the daytime there is so much activity, and they're still not coordinated.

the politicization behind this is obscene. why can't anyone admit they were wrong? not just about this, but about WMD, about getting Bin Laden, about abuse at Abu Gharab... it's always 'deflect and defame', and it works. Karl Rove is spinning the inactivity to blaming the local governments. I've been doing a lot of research into all this political deception (mostly using the huffington post).

here's an interesting little article, but i can't find a great one i read today. It's not as though I have anything to add to all this. It's just digusting that politicians can't be adult/mature/responsible/intelligent enough to say "we screwed up, we want to fix it, it's my fault, let's go save some people".

the US administration are, unbelievably, making me lose faith in humanity. because they 'represent' the american people, i feel that the most powerful nation in the world is full of absolute maniacs that speak out of both sides of their mouths - religious and 'christ-like' on the one hand, and selfish pigs on the other.

other news:

not much. opted to stay in toronto for the long weekend instead of going to the cottage. the cottage is great, but sometimes it's nice to take the city back. I went and saw "annie get your gun" on its last day in town. It was okay. billy ray cyrus as the lead? not because he's cheesy or anything, but he was probably the flattest actor i have seen in my life, and that is not an exaggeration. poor bastard.



what an odd blog - bush to billy ray, hate to achy breaky. all in a day's work, folks.

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