Most of Blogistan has, as you might expect, focused on Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath this week. I’ve already done a lot of linking about that kind of thing, so I won’t do a whole lot more here. As always, click for context.
:: I was wondering whether or not to continue with the “good news” postings. I think this story has just inspired me to continue. (I’m not sure where Michelle gets her energy, but her response has been one of the more inspiring individual responses to Katrina. If you’re looking for a specific way to help the survivors, give her a look. She’s got some great stuff going.)
:: Number one son tells me that if you slam someone against a truck while they have a mouth full of gas that what gas they do not sallow will be blown out their nose. (Note to self: use some kind of siphoning device when stealing gas from neighbors.) (Further note to self: do not blog about stealing gas from neighbors.)
:: Oil? We’ll be drilling the entire states of Alaska, California, Texas, and Oklahoma for one year. After which we’ll clean them up better than before. (Eco-nuts protesting this will be given honory Swedish citizenship and deported by kayak.) But if we need extra oil and we ask, you’d better think twice before you say no. We’ll always have enough in the strategic petroleum reserve for B-52’s and our carrier groups. If we have to send them out, they will be, we promise you, in a very bad mood. Very bad. (This is absolutely hilarious if it’s satire. If it’s meant straight, well, then, someone should probably pen a sister letter to this one apologizing to the world for the onset of our national dementia. Link via James Wolcott. Oh, and by the way, Right-Blogistan: note that Mr. Van Der Leun makes no attempt to block Mr. Wolcott’s link traffic. I’m just sayin’.)
That’s all for this week. There was actually a lot of compelling writing in the blogs I frequent often, and in the ones I frequent less often, but I just don’t feel like wallowing full-time in post-Katrina funk today.
(And yes, I’ve given quite a bit of cash already, in case anyone’s wondering. As much as I feel I can comfortably afford. Which isn’t much, really, but there’s another payday awaiting me at the end of this week, too.)
UPDATE: OK, I’m adding one, because I think that the question posed here is a serious one that we ought to be considering a bit: