Katrina Is Such a Bitch!

Well, New Orleans is destroyed.

It's too bad, because from what I've heard it was a fun place. I've always wanted to visit there but never got the chance to do so. The French Quarter seemed like a real happening place (and I'm not just talking about boobs-for-beads--that's just a perk--but the architecture looked really beautiful).

The pictures are very shocking: I have no idea how they're going to rebuild, if they're going to do so at all. Residents aren't even allowed to return until Monday and what they will mostly find will be piles of rubble instead of their homes.

So, if you're faced with this situation, say you fled the city and are staying with friends or relatives in nearby Texas or Mississippi or somewhere relatively close by that wasn't completely devastated and you return Monday to find not your home but what was left of your home: nothing more than scattered wood, glass, material and dashed remains from what you once knew. What do you do?

You find other relatives and friends, some of whom might have stayed behind. Then you contact work--and find out that you no longer have work because the place you worked at blew away. So now you have no home, no job, and it looks like the insurance money probably won't be available for some time. What do you do?

You move away. That's what I would do.

I imagine there's going to be quite an exodus of former New Orleanians(?) who initially fled to avoid Katrina will permanently relocate to other metropolitan areas. Those who either couldn't afford to flee the city or chose to stay because they underestimated the damage will be left to fend for themselves. And New Orleans will just sink into a cesspool of crime and depression.

Sorry for the gloomy prognosis. My hearts go out to all those who are personally inflicted by this catastrophe.