While watching the coverage of the Bahamas today...
I teared up big time.
I've been through a bad flood, and I could feel what the interviewed residents were saying. And what I went through fucked me up, and it wasn't 1/1,000 of what some of these people had to endure.
I didn't have to sleep up between my rafters for 36 hours while some devil wind was howling just on the other side of my attic roof. I didn't have to watch family members drown. I didn't lose my pets. I didn't lose my life, nor was I ever in fear of losing my life.
The Red cross was in my neighborhood within hours, and they stayed for weeks. They gave me a huge meal everyday. They gave me bottled water everyday. I had plenty of medicine.
In spite of none of this physical trauma, it messed me up in a big way psychologically. Months and months of backbreaking work just to get back to sort of normal. Putting most of your life long possessions out on the curb, only to have vandals come around and steal your ruined shit.
Relocating a water logged suffering woodchuck to higher ground and hoping that he made it. Helping neighbors who had water up to their roof and seeing their kids' stuffed animals laying there soaking wet, never to be played with again. Feeling unbelievably blessed by having neighbors dry out 4,000 old photographs between pieces of paper towels. Having one especially helpful neighbor blow his brains out not long after the flood. People cooking spaghetti water on propane grills outside. No power for 2 weeks. Having a friend of a friend drive 200 miles to bring me pumps, because you couldn't find any around here. Working myself sick for months rebuilding walls and getting rid of mold.
And in the big picture...this was nothing. Just a bump in the long road. But for the people of the Bahamas and Puerto Rico, it was, and remains to be, life threatening and life altering.
And this peach of a president takes a fucking Sharpie and alters a hurricane map. Because you see, everything is about him...even hurricanes. Everything is tremendous. The biggest. The worst. The best. Everything is about him, and everything is at either the very highest, or very lowest limit. All he cares about is how he looks, not about the suffering of others. Because he has no idea what it is to suffer.
He does not know physical discomfort, and the only mental discomfort he may suffer is fear of being exposed. He's never worked a day in his life, he's never temporarily sacrificed his body to help someone else out. His soft little hands have never seen a callous...he can't relate to that shit. He's never pushed himself. He's never had to call upon inner strength to endure something.
He took a fucking Sharpie, altered an important document, showed it to the American people on television, thinking that everyone will buy his fucking bullshit. Because the only thing that matters to him is how he is perceived.
Nothing else exists to him.
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Thank you...
Fire and water...two of the most destructive forces. Thank you for sharing this.
hearing the wind damage my home. Probably not very well! Thank you for sharing this...I hope all is well.
good portion of the photos since the flood.
