I haven't been writing much about Katrina, the harrowing of New Orleans, or the steps and missteps of federal and local authorties. But I have been reading quite a bit and, after commenting on a post over at Mr. Goldstein's place, realized that I had summed up the cause of my lowered written output.
I am, quite simply, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of warped, self - righteous, uninformed horseshit that I’ve been reading over the past week.
I haven’t written much here, lest I in my outrage contribute to the deluge of self - involved ignorance. There are arguments being made that have so much error deep within their distant foundations - - moral error, logical error, factual error - - that there is almost no way to address them; certainly, no way that is within my capabilities.
Mr. Goldstein has been doing an admirable job in tracking and countering portions of that unfolding narrative. My capacity for disgust, however, has been more than exceeded. My bemused astonishment at the energies that supposedly rational people will expend in order to ignore history, human nature, and the very world around them, has become a gut - level horror.
And all of it, supposedly, in the name of caring... a thin skin of compassion on a cauldron of thick bile.
The joy that I sense behind the political point - scoring that’s going on is beyond revolting. It gives off a stench that, for want of a better phrase, gives my soul the urge to vomit.
I’m no Bible - thumper, no Santorumite. But there is a festering wound growing in our national character, and it’s spewing pus all over the public square right now.
