I think that before we start sending the refugee's into farms to pick stringbeans and cotton, we should give them some time to sort their devastated and destitute lives out. These people have lost everything...their homes, their cars, their clothes, their paperwork, their photos, and their jobs. Their friends and family are scattered across America or dead. Their whole city is GONE. God help these people before you start sending everyone to some plantation somewhere.
"No danger at SuperDome" per scanner . . .
I am suggesting no such thing. You can sit around and feel sorry for yourself or you can pull yourself up by your boots and go on. I realize, the best I can, what position they are in but sitting around looking at each other solves nothing. I have seen interviews on T.V. of folks who wonder where "their FEMA trailer" is and why water and food is not 'delivered' to their neighborhood (because they can't drive to the location it is being distributed as they have no car). We have become a nation filled with spoiled pampered people relying on someone else to take care of us. When that is not happening--get off your butt and walk for help--help out the next guy. Help me remember what happened during the Tusamsi--was it this bad--were they waiting and expecting someone to show up?