Update...
PostPosted:Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:51 pm
Just gonna give you an account of the events. My mom works like right under mayor Nagin so I have an interesting insight....
Anyway Friday I was told that the hurricane was coming to New Orleans, it could hit the projected path was drawn out by the weather services, and you know it's funny cause all my life I've been hearing about how a hurricane could wreck the city, and how our house could be gone when we get back, and honestly I never really believed it could happen, but SOMETHING about this one had me on edge, so on Friday I packed up about 10 sets of clothes, my computer, PS2, Gamecube, DVDs, as much crap as I could and I went to my brother's, I came BACK to New Orleans because I wanted to stay with my mom and dad(My mom's job required that she stay in New Orleans with the Major) but they told me to go back to my brother's.
Saturday comes and I drive back to Baton Rogue, it's hella harder, I left at 6AM and got there around 12 Noon. I just stayed with my brother for the rest of the day, and kinda hoped that the Hurricane would vear west(which would put Baton Rogue in harms way, but not nearly as bad as New Orleans).
Sunday 7 AM we start to feel the effects of the hurricane in Baton Rogue, lotta wind, little rain, and we find out that the hurricane made landfall East of New Orleans, in Mississippi, after that the power goes out, and was out until later that night. Throughout the day I was getting text messages from friends who were trying to find out if I knew anything, and if they were alright, some of them who went to Atlanta and Houston were telling me the Levi's were breaking, I mean it was just a big mess. Power comes back, but we don't have cable, which means the internet, tv, and phones are all out.
Monday Morning after the hurricane hits, I'm able to make contact with my parents, and the mayor has ordered his staff to get out of the city, thehotel my parents were staying with sufered alot of damage and they couldn't get back to their luggage, so they came out here with nothing but the clothes on their back. So they show up at my brother's house 6 hours later, and word comes in that more levis are breaking, and that the water that is getting pump out of the city is getting pumped right back in. My mom tells me that our homes is fucking gone, my childhood home I grew up in is flooded from top to bottom, and there's a chance it could float away if the city isn't drained anytime soon.
Think of New Orleans as a bowl in your sink, you have pumps on each side of the bowl, and whenever water gets into it, the pumps push it back out of the bowl into your sink and back into the surrounding water, now imagine that same bowl with cracks in it, water seeps in, gets pumped out and there's no progress. Not only that the rate of which water flows in is greater then that of the water flowing out, so if you don't figure out how ot stop the water from getting in, you'll have the entire bowl filled with water and level out wiht the water of the sink. Basically Game Over. Imagine a lake with an entire city below it, and you'll get the idea.
Another problem is the fucking looters, they have people out robbing stores in the middle of this crisis, the other day the invaded a fucking hospital looking for drugs. Jefferson parish has ordered that looters be shot on sight, and I hope Orleans does as well, they deserve to be shot in the leg and drown in the fucking water, and i'm not talking about people looking for food, they're looking for drugs, jewelry, furniture, shit they don't need, it makes me fucking sick.
And like I said earlier my mom works for the mayor, and it's given me an insight into politics.
Basically, Ray(The Mayor) is gonna be made into a scapegoat for all of this, and it's fucked up because he's a good man who cares about the city, and is doing everything in his power to try and get this resolved, he even got President Bush's number and got him to fly over the city to witness the destrcution first-hand. My mom's job was to convey what Ray needed over to the governer, who for all inteisive purposes is dumbstruck, I mean really her idea was that we need a day of prayer, when people were still trapped in the superdome. She's rather useless, running around like a chicken with her head chopped off. They you have your other politicians who are just trying to get on TV and be seen, and come up with other useless ideas, basically self-interested asshats. There are a few gun-ho ones like Ray and my Mom, that are trying to make a difference, but it's really just freakin messed up.
So to sum shit up, New Orleans looks like a War Zone, I don't wanna say Iraq, but it's more like Midgar I guess you could say from FFVII. My house is fucking gone. My parents are safe. And I'm in baton Rogue with my brother, and no internet/cable/phone, save text messages. I'm done, whenever the cable comes back on I'll post somemore. Later all.
Anyway Friday I was told that the hurricane was coming to New Orleans, it could hit the projected path was drawn out by the weather services, and you know it's funny cause all my life I've been hearing about how a hurricane could wreck the city, and how our house could be gone when we get back, and honestly I never really believed it could happen, but SOMETHING about this one had me on edge, so on Friday I packed up about 10 sets of clothes, my computer, PS2, Gamecube, DVDs, as much crap as I could and I went to my brother's, I came BACK to New Orleans because I wanted to stay with my mom and dad(My mom's job required that she stay in New Orleans with the Major) but they told me to go back to my brother's.
Saturday comes and I drive back to Baton Rogue, it's hella harder, I left at 6AM and got there around 12 Noon. I just stayed with my brother for the rest of the day, and kinda hoped that the Hurricane would vear west(which would put Baton Rogue in harms way, but not nearly as bad as New Orleans).
Sunday 7 AM we start to feel the effects of the hurricane in Baton Rogue, lotta wind, little rain, and we find out that the hurricane made landfall East of New Orleans, in Mississippi, after that the power goes out, and was out until later that night. Throughout the day I was getting text messages from friends who were trying to find out if I knew anything, and if they were alright, some of them who went to Atlanta and Houston were telling me the Levi's were breaking, I mean it was just a big mess. Power comes back, but we don't have cable, which means the internet, tv, and phones are all out.
Monday Morning after the hurricane hits, I'm able to make contact with my parents, and the mayor has ordered his staff to get out of the city, thehotel my parents were staying with sufered alot of damage and they couldn't get back to their luggage, so they came out here with nothing but the clothes on their back. So they show up at my brother's house 6 hours later, and word comes in that more levis are breaking, and that the water that is getting pump out of the city is getting pumped right back in. My mom tells me that our homes is fucking gone, my childhood home I grew up in is flooded from top to bottom, and there's a chance it could float away if the city isn't drained anytime soon.
Think of New Orleans as a bowl in your sink, you have pumps on each side of the bowl, and whenever water gets into it, the pumps push it back out of the bowl into your sink and back into the surrounding water, now imagine that same bowl with cracks in it, water seeps in, gets pumped out and there's no progress. Not only that the rate of which water flows in is greater then that of the water flowing out, so if you don't figure out how ot stop the water from getting in, you'll have the entire bowl filled with water and level out wiht the water of the sink. Basically Game Over. Imagine a lake with an entire city below it, and you'll get the idea.
Another problem is the fucking looters, they have people out robbing stores in the middle of this crisis, the other day the invaded a fucking hospital looking for drugs. Jefferson parish has ordered that looters be shot on sight, and I hope Orleans does as well, they deserve to be shot in the leg and drown in the fucking water, and i'm not talking about people looking for food, they're looking for drugs, jewelry, furniture, shit they don't need, it makes me fucking sick.
And like I said earlier my mom works for the mayor, and it's given me an insight into politics.
Basically, Ray(The Mayor) is gonna be made into a scapegoat for all of this, and it's fucked up because he's a good man who cares about the city, and is doing everything in his power to try and get this resolved, he even got President Bush's number and got him to fly over the city to witness the destrcution first-hand. My mom's job was to convey what Ray needed over to the governer, who for all inteisive purposes is dumbstruck, I mean really her idea was that we need a day of prayer, when people were still trapped in the superdome. She's rather useless, running around like a chicken with her head chopped off. They you have your other politicians who are just trying to get on TV and be seen, and come up with other useless ideas, basically self-interested asshats. There are a few gun-ho ones like Ray and my Mom, that are trying to make a difference, but it's really just freakin messed up.
So to sum shit up, New Orleans looks like a War Zone, I don't wanna say Iraq, but it's more like Midgar I guess you could say from FFVII. My house is fucking gone. My parents are safe. And I'm in baton Rogue with my brother, and no internet/cable/phone, save text messages. I'm done, whenever the cable comes back on I'll post somemore. Later all.