Sunday, August 28, 2011

Millie is relieved (or really ticked off?)

While it isnt done yet and all reports are not yet in.....We heard from Lisa in Long Island and they are A-okay. We heard from family in NC and they are A-okay. Still waiting on Shell at Rasberry Rabbits?????? (suspect they are without power)




Some are already suggesting that warnings and evacuations were over-blown and people overreacted. I only have one word for them. "BULLSH*T




We will take better safe than sorry any time.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Message to My Friends and Family on the East Coast

I am thinking of you....Lisa and Michelle, Donnie and family. Please stay safe and if you are in an area that is threatened by Irene....Please heed the warnings and make yourselves safe!

Help is on the way





















I have my mother's dreams, I have my father's eyes
You can't take that from me, just go ahead and try
The crescent city sleeps while giants in the sky
Preparing to unleash, let loose a mighty cry

Can nobody save us? Will anyone try?
The bayou is burning, the cypress has died
And all along they're saying

Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Hold my hand to help see right there in front of me
Help is on the way

Five thousand feet below as black smoke engulfs the sky
The ocean floor explodes, eleven mothers cry
My bones all resonate a burning lullaby
You can't take that from me, just go ahead and try

She stands at the shoreline with hands in the air
Her words pierce the dark light, does anyone care?
And all along they're saying

Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
One by air, two by sea, right there in front of me
Help is on the way

Right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, right here

Choking on the black gold upon which we rely
We keep axes in the attics to see cameras in the sky

Help is on the way, they said, they said
Help is on the way, they said, they said

We were told just to sit tight 'cause somebody will soon arrive
Help is on the way

But it never came
It never came

Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
One by air, two by sea, right there in front of me
Help is on the way
On the way





Rise Against

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

"Weapons Down"




Some people like him, some dont. Some say it was a show. I really doubt it nor do I care.The actual footage is copyrighted I guess by CNN because I cant access it. This interview shows a bit. Law enforcement and some guard members were contributing to a hostile environment and causing more stress and fear. (dont even get me started on the dirty cops in NOLA and some of the crimes against humanity they committed after Katrina, a lot of them have been charged) The city was tense and on the edge constantly.


By the way. Lt. Gen Honore is a Creole, not a "ragin cajun". I will never forget some of his words. "put your weapons down dammit, you are delivering food" , some of the hillbillies riding around with shotguns in truck beds didnt like him a bit. He was HOT when he got to a water and food distribution center and they werent handing things out because it might cause "chaos". I dont know what happened to that original video but listening to him eat their asses alive was music to my ears.


I liked him and still do. Somebody had to take charge of the mess and he was willing.





History of the Crescent City


New Orleans Photos
This photo of New Orleans is courtesy of TripAdvisor

The People And Culture of New Orleans
By Arnold R. Hirsch and Joseph Logsdon
Department of History, University of New Orleans


Normally when tourists or first-time residents come to New Orleans, they have a difficult time understanding the city. It looks like no other place in the United States. The first puzzling impression usually comes from the appearance of the French Quarter near many of the city's hotels. It is more than just a few blocks of townhouses and cottages standing side-by-side, up against the sidewalk. The size of the district startles even those well traveled in the rest of the nation. Few visitors, moreover, are accustomed to such a melange of people moving at all hours of the day and night in the very center of the city. They quickly learn that bars have no closing hour, that the food is spicy, and that the music is pulsating almost everywhere. And they may also take note that the locals talk funny but seldom have southern accents.

Even a prolonged stay brings no easy recognition or familiarity. Someone from a northern city might see something familiar like a Saint Patrick's Day parade, Italian fresh produce dealers, or some century-old Lutheran, Greek Orthodox and Jewish congregations. They would also recognize soul food restaurants, African American store-front churches, and the lilt of Spanish spoken in the streets. A southern visitor would see familiar colonnaded houses, catch a whiff of jasmine blossoms, and even find cornbread on some menus. But still most residents of the United States will still be puzzled by what they observe in New Orleans — their usual explanation is that New Orleans is a foreign place, more a European than an American city.

But it is an American city — just a very different place with a very peculiar history. New Orleans is a place where Africans, both slave and free, and American Indians shared their cultures and intermingled with European settlers. Encouraged by the French government, this strategy for producing a durable culture in a difficult place marked New Orleans as different and special from its inception and continues to distinguish New Orleans today.



Like the early American settlements along Massachusetts Bay and Chesapeake Bay on the Atlantic coast, New Orleans served as a distinctive cultural gateway to North America, where peoples from Europe and Africa initially intertwined their lives and customs with those of the native inhabitants of the New World. The resulting way of life differed dramatically from the culture that was spawned in the English colonies of North America. The New Orleans Creole population (those with ancestry rooted in the city's colonial era) ensured not only that English was not the prevailing language, but also that Protestantism was scorned, public education unheralded, and democratic government untried.

Isolation helped to nourish the differences. From its founding in 1718 until the early 19th century, New Orleans remained far removed from the patterns of living in early Massachusetts or Virginia. Established a century after those seminal Anglo-Saxon places, it remained for the next hundred years an outpost of the French and Spanish empires until Napoleon sold it to the United States with the rest of the Louisiana purchase in 1803.

Even though steamboats and sailing ships quickly connected French Louisiana to the rest of the country, New Orleans jealously guarded its own way of life. True, it became Dixie's chief cotton and slave market, but it always remained a strange province in the American South. American newcomers from the South as well as the North recoiled when they encountered the prevailing French language of the city, its dominant Catholicism, its bawdy sensual delights, or its proud free black and slave inhabitants — in short, its deeply rooted Creole or native population and their peculiar traditions. Rapid influxes of non-southern population compounded the peculiarity of its Creole past. Until the mid-19th century, a greater number of migrants arrived in the boomtown from northern states such as New York and Pennsylvania than from the Old South. And to complicate its social makeup further, more foreign immigrants than Americans came to take up residence in the city almost until the beginning of the 20th century.

Foreign French continued to arrive as well as Spaniards and Cubans. Café du Monde at Jackson Square was Spanish in its origins, not French. The largest waves of immigrants came from Ireland and Germany. In certain neighborhoods, their descendants' dialects would make visitors feel that they were back in the depression neighborhoods of Brooklyn or the southside of Chicago. From 1820 to 1870, the Irish and Germans made New Orleans one of the main immigrant ports in the nation, second only to New York and far ahead of Boston, Philadelphia or Baltimore. New Orleans also was the first city in America to host a significant settlement of Italians, Greeks, Croatians and Filipinos. Just before the opening of the 20th century, thousands of Sicilians came into New Orleans to add to the complexity of its population and enrich its culture. Since many of these immigrants came from Catholic Mediterranean countries, they helped to increase the cultural divide with the settled ways of southern Protestants. North Louisianians find this city as strange as anyone from Iowa, Tennessee, Vermont or Georgia.

These variant patterns describe the black as well as the white population of the city. During the 18th century, Africans came to the city directly from West Africa. The majority passed neither through the West Indies nor the American South. They developed complicated relations with both the Indian and European populations. Their descendants born in the colony were also called Creoles. The Spanish rulers (1765-1802) reached out to the black population for support against the French settlers; in doing so, they allowed many to buy their own freedom. These free black settlers along with Creole slaves formed the earliest black urban settlement in North America. Black American immigrants found them to be quite exotic, for the black Creoles were Catholic, French or Creole speakers, and accustomed to an entirely different lifestyle. Immigrants also augmented the ranks of the city's black population when thousands of Haitians fled to New Orleans from that troubled island's revolutions long before Americans confronted its refugees in the late 20th century.

The native Creole population and the American newcomers resolved some of their conflicts by living in different areas of the city. Eventually, the Americans concentrated their numbers in new uptown (upriver of Canal Street) neighborhoods. For a certain period (1836-1852), they even ran separate municipal governments to avoid severe political, economic and cultural clashes. Evidence of this early cleavage still survives in the city's oldest quarters. A ride on a St. Charles streetcar will take a visitor away from the exotic French Quarter (the original downtown old city or Vieux Carré of the Creoles), initially through a business district more like that of the rest of America, and then through neighborhoods such as the lower and upper Garden Districts that look a little like Charleston or Savannah. Further still, through the University district, neighborhoods emerge filled with Victorian homes once common in American cities. Because the highest ground in this largely below sea level city runs along the natural levees of the city, the streetcar takes its riders on a passage through historical eras and their evolving architectural taste. Indeed, one of the city's nicknames, the Crescent City, came from the pattern of its growth along the river, which made a large bend through the delta starting at the original French settlement and moving out to the once separate town of Carrollton. The streetcar, the oldest surviving trolley in the United States, was constructed to connect those two 19th century settlements.

Similarly, a bus ride along Magazine Street would show the diversity of ethnic shops, just as a ride up Esplanade Avenue would reveal the evolving tastes and habits of the city's Creole population. And, of course, a stroll through any of the unique cemeteries, called "the Cities of the Dead," vividly show the multiplicity of names, birthplaces and languages of the various peoples who made up the population of the Crescent City.



Finally, New Orleans' peculiar ways need more explanation than a variant colonial past and a wildly diverse population. After all, California once belonged to Mexico, and today it draws more domestic and foreign transplants than any other place in the nation. Yet visitors seldom consider it "foreign." Quite to the contrary, California has come to define what is quintessentially American. On the other hand, New Orleans has remained an American province with a variant way of life. What is most intriguing about the city is its ability to fashion a public culture that transcends all of its varied peoples. They are more than a mosaic of identities, instead, they have to share a new cultural identity. Neither race nor nationality excludes any group from this common ground. What the city's denizens celebrate is less the Old World cultures of their ancestors and more the new way of life that evolved in New Orleans. The food, the festival, the music are shared pleasures, because somehow a novel ethnicity, born of the New World, has emerged in New Orleans. Creole cuisine, jazz and other forms of local music, Mardi Gras — all these famous attributes of the city give New Orleans a powerful sense of identity.

It is a live culture. If visitors make an effort, they can find a vibrant urban folk culture still producing new forms and practitioners. There are the neighborhood restaurants opened by bold creative chefs, the autumnal brass band parades in central city neighborhoods, the young lions of jazz now dominating the local scene as well as the world beyond, and the recently created Jazz & Heritage Festival. All these recent developments testify to the remarkable power of the city's culture to absorb new influences and fashion delights that continue to amaze not only much of the world, but also the inhabitants of New Orleans themselves.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Charity and Memorial Hospitals

Ambulatory patients from Charity finally being evacuated into a semi
Air boats taking patients out of Memorial Hospital



Charity was full of critically patients, aids patients, TB patients and a psych wing full of the most violent psychiatric patients




Nurses bagged patients by hand for days.

I cant begin to do justice to the situation at these two hospitals. There was no money for evacuations in the days before Katrina. Dedicated hospital staff stayed with their patients, made life and death decisions (and then later officials attempted to charge some of them with homicide, whether or not death cocktails were given has not been determined, but I suspect there were)


The morgue's flooded. Snakes and other wildlife took refuge in the hospital, dogs and cats too.

Generators quit, there were no meds left not even sub-q fluids. People were turned away (there was no way to treat them) Shots were reported fired at Guard soldiers helping with evacuation but never really confirmed. (the docs and nurses said there were and frankly I am inclined to believe them)


Imagine being a critical patient being stuck in one of these hell holes and the world has forgotten about you. You have just had an open heart surgery and you are faced with this.






The Cajun Navy


When Gautreaux arrived at the Acadiana Mall in the early hours of Wednesday morning he was stunned by what he saw. The Mall parking lot was filled with boats and trucks of all shapes and sizes and hundreds of people willing to help rescue their fellow Louisiana citizens.

"The great thing about it was it was typical Louisiana," says Gautreaux. "We had doctors, lawyers, college students, nurses, working class people, and offshore oilfield workers who had the day off because of the hurricane. We even had a person who bought a brand new boat and motor that day so he could go with us. I thought that was great. It's part of our Cajun heritage to help our neighbor. When New Orleans needed help we were there to help them."

Participants in Gautreaux's citizen flotilla came from all around South Louisiana: Ville Platte, Lake Charles, Abbeville, Erath, New Iberia, Maurice, Carencro, Jennings, and Opelousas, just to name a few. Eyewitness estimates put the number of boats between 300 and 500, and the number of volunteers at 600 to 800. By all accounts, hundreds of volunteers showed up to help with hundreds of boats.

Although Gautreaux was quite pleased with the turn out, he had a stern warning to deliver to his enthusiastic volunteers who were eager to get going. Standing next to a Vermilion Parish sheriff department squad car with a bullhorn in hand Gautreaux had this to say to the volunteers, "This is the deal. If you're afraid to see death, don't come. If you're afraid to see a dead body floating in the water, don't come. If you're afraid to be shot at, don't come. If you're not used to the smell of death, don't come with us."

Recalling the scene Gautreaux says, "I warned them. And not one person turned around to leave."
(Jefferson Hennessy...Associated Content)









Nick Gautreaux



They've been called the "Cajun Navy"-- A group of Southwest Louisiana civilians who helped rescue people in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina.
Hurricane Katrina brought on the desperate situation-- the levies in New Orleans had failed and people everywhere were stranded. Governor Kathleen Blanco called on civilian volunteers she knew. Lake Charles business woman Sara Roberts was one of them. "The governor was very desperate and called upon people that she knew who had the resources. To those that much is given much is expected."

The term "Cajun Navy" was coined by Doug Brinkley doing research for his book the great deluge. In Lake Charles a group quickly mobilized and headed to the disaster area to help rescue people. "We had probably 23 vessels and we had I'd say probably close to 30 people." Roberts credits her friend, contractor Ronny Lovett with making it happen. "I called Ronny immediately and he said, 'Give me a couple of hours. I'm going to Sam's and I'm getting the supplies we need and we'll have our convoy. And we convoyed to New Orleans. He is really the hero."

They saw death and human suffering beyond their imaginations. The experience pushed everyone to the limit physically, mentally and emotionally. Yet Roberts says it was gratifying beyond words. "To me, going in and pulling people out of the water was just the right thing to do. It was our responsibility as citizens, Louisianans."

September 22, 2006
By Theresa Schmidt
KPLCtv.com


In the hours immediately following Hurricane Katrina's devastating assault on New Orleans with violent category three winds, unprecedented tidal surges, and lethal floodwaters, millions of Americans watched the alarming scene on television in dismay. This story is about the hundreds of first responder volunteers who could not watch the suffering of their fellow citizens without offering their assistance.
From the last day of the storm on Monday, August 28 to Sunday, September 4, 2005, these south Louisiana citizen volunteers worked tirelessly to save stranded New Orleans and St. Bernard Parish floodwater victims, and brought them safely to dry land. These first responders who brought their boats and risked their lives in the service of stranded flood victims have come to be known as the "Cajun Navy."





Monday, August 22, 2011

Lets Take A Bunny Break and Have A Monday Mantra



“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
Robert McCloskey


This is Riley bun. One of Heartland's resident sweethearts.

A Man and His Dog

The video is fuzzy so I do apologize. Nate says "I am not doing this for the camera" I dont care if he did or didnt. Listen close. The man is sobbing with relief that someone is going to take care of his only family...his dog of 14 years.







Sunday, August 21, 2011

Little Heroes




West Nile Virus was huge concern after the storm. All that standing water left people vulnerable to mosquitoes. An unexpected group of rescuers showed up.








Unbeknownst to most of the first responders was the fact that New Orleans had an ally in its fight against mosquito-born disease.








Female dragonflies lay their eggs (nymphs) in water or on floating plants. After Katrina their eggs were deposited in the floodwater. The aquatic larvae hatched. From then on, they started devouring mosquitoes, dive-bombing them with aerial acrobatics that made the Coast Guard helicopters look clumsy by comparison.








Sometimes when a corpse was found floating around the streets of New Orleans, washed up against a chain-link fence or concrete wall, dragonflies hovered around the victim. Never did the dragonflies touch the flesh, hunting instead for the maggots and fleas and mosquitoes, drawn to protect Katrina's victims just as they did its survivors.


(The Great Deluge, Douglas Brinkley)

Just Watch







Try not to form an opinion about anyone or anything you see. Try and forget the way you might already think about this crisis and look at it like its the first time you have seen it. Just ask yourself...."What if that were me?" (and I mean about every person you see here, the people, the cops, the troops, even the president) "What if that were me?" What would you have done?



Propaganda

Racial violence?
Wonder which store she looted to get these fine shoes

There was looting during Katrina but it was on a much smaller scale than the media led you to believe. Nobody was "raping babies in the Superdome" (The National Guard was in the the Superdome before Katrina hit and they suffered right along with the folks inside and did not allow this to go on.)

"They are shooting at rescue helicopters".......Not one shot was reported by the Louisiana Dept of Wildlife and Fisheries or the Coast Guard (the very first government agencies on the scene...Thank You!) These folks didnt wait for orders or a plan. They just started rescuing.



"Why didnt those people evacuate?"



There was no plan to deal with the elderly, the disabled, and Memorial Hospital was completely forgotten about for days.



"Seniors were trembling all alone, left behind by careless family members on the absurd assumption that they'd be okay. Many of them died in terrified solitude-no white-suited nurse holding their trembling hands, no nun telling them God was near. Just a mad rush of sewage water, filling up their lungs, snuffing them out with cruel vengeance. The oxygen tanks emptied and, after that, in some cases there wasnt even a soul around to witness their last breath. One can only pray that they were in a coma or unconscious at the grim time of reckoning." (Doug Brinkley, The Great Deluge)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Big Easy

Lake Pontchartrain Causeway
This was my view 9 1/2 years ago when I visited NOLA. Beautiful isn't it? It still is.

I am going to attempt this again. I don't know if I will be able to finish. 9 1/2 years ago was my last trip to New Orleans. I was there to sprinkle my brother's ashes in Lake Pontchartrain (as were his final wishes). I haven't been back yet. One day I want his son to see the city that his dad loved so much. I have only been relieved twice in my life that my brother was dead. The first was in those days and weeks following The Bitch that was Katrina.

I hope you will follow along with me. I want to show you pictures that not everyone saw and I will try not to show anything too graphic. I will share excerpts from the best book (in my opinion) written about Katrina.
The Great Deluge by Douglas Brinkley

I want people to remember what happened there....so we may never leave another American city to rot.

That was enough for the Louisiana SPCA, which brooked no discussion and no debate: with the announcement that a major hurricane was on the way, the preset plan went into motion. (The Great Deluge, DB)

263 dog and cats and a few other species were evacuated from the shelter on Japonica Street. It was incredible. No discussion or debate?

No such plan was in place for St. Rita's Nursing Home. The animal shelter had a well organized plan but St. Hell's nursing home let 35 drown. I cannot let go of my anger at this. There are no excuses for not having a plan for the most helpless among us.










Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A Tale Of Two Bunnies

This is the handsome and kind Pippin. Bunny man Pipster has the most easy going way about him. I am surprised by him. Pippin spent 8 years in a backyard hutch. As I have stated before, Heartland is overflowing with bunnies, there is NO MORE room. Uh huh, well they made room for Pippin. An 8 year sentence of loneliness. Never to have human companionship, not another bunny to snuggle, feet never touching the grass, powerful back legs and feet left to waste away to atrophy. Rusted food bowls, no soft place to get off of the wire, nails long and curling sideways. No treaties, no hay, no nothing.


Pippin has captured all of us. He is so very precious and accepting. He is quietly curious about everything. I love this little bunny dearly. He was a prisoner to indifference. I had the honor of naming him.






Meet Baby Girl (her name is still pending I think)

Did I mention there is no more room at Heartland? Uh huh. This wee one showed up at the animal shelter. Heartland got an email from a visiting vet and a picture. "Do you have room" No, but we will take her anyway. There is no real story here. Supposedly she was found wandering and taken to the shelter. Sorry, I just dont believe that one. I think a family bought her and then someone decided for whatever monsterous reason to cut off her ears and that family, rather than face the demon living in their own house and being too cheap to provide vet care, dumped her at the animal shelter. That is my theory and I am sticking with it.


She is cautious and quick. When I visit her I just wait patiently for her to come to me. Eventually she does and will enjoy a head rub. She isnt really head shy which surprises me. I apologize to her on behalf of humans constantly. She was a prisoner of cruelty and depravity.


Over the last few weeks I have thought about which is worse....Indifference or Cruelty. I have come to the conclusion the indifference is the winner. Cruelty is not as rampant. Indifference is an abomination.


What do you think friends?


Monday, August 15, 2011

Monday Mantra


"The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity."


George Bernard Shaw





If you notice something strange about this little ones ears......yes about a third of her ears have been sliced off. Her story soon.....


Saturday, August 13, 2011

Summer, Drought, and Lost in my own head



You have to forgive the quality of the above picture. I took it with my cell phone and it does not take very good pics. The bees wait every morning for me to leave their watering hole. From what I have read they like their water a little funky and the rocks are islands for the ones that fall in the water. I gave them their own birdbath because the creek behind my house is dry. It hasnt been dry in 20 years.

This is a photo taken from Southwest Ok.


I have always hated winter. Its a lonely time. Everything is sleeping and it reminds me of death. The death of my father and the death of my brother. Fall is my favorite time of year, I inhale the smells and it renews me but I carry a dread around with it.....winter will arrive shortly.


I like spring and summer too. Watching the flowers wake up, birds making their babies, the toads that come up on the patio and chow down on the bugs. This spring/summer has been miserable. We have been under a burn ban since June, temps over 100 every day for the last 2 months, no rain and no toads. Everything is the yard is drying up and the animals are struggling. People dying in the heat. Particularly the elderly. Nobody checks on them. It is a crime.


When Haven left, I lost my desire to blog and I am still struggling with it. In march Millie began dragging one of her back legs. We have been to 3 vets, had xrays, tried many different meds and nothing. She is getting around really well and doesnt seem to have any pain. I have to keep reminding myself that she is a bit older and had a history when she adopted me. It frustrates me though. We can get to the moon but they cant fix my girl's leg.


I have been spending far too much time on Facebook. It is the one place I can let it all fly. I wont ever pollute my blog with politics but I can let it rip on FB and have been enjoying it but I must leave it alone for a bit. Its been addicting.


If you noticed I removed a post....its because my blog was "out ted" at work. It doesnt belong there. My co-workers S and T are aware that I was blogging about them but I wasnt comfortable with the nest of vipers having access to my blog. I am still trying to figure out what I want to do. I have been visiting my favorite blogs though, that wont change.

Its coming up on the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. It is something I struggle with every year. I want to blog about it but can never find the words. It is the time that I lost my faith in this country and my belief in god. (and while I appreciate the effort please dont try and convince me otherwise, I am on a journey now) It hurts me and what hurts me more are the callous and flippant remarks I still see and hear about it. "sigh" I am tied to that city in a way I cant describe and I love it and hate it at turns.


I have been able to catch up on my reading this summer. Books are food to me and I lost interest in them for a while. I am getting back to it slowly. Less time on the net and more time reading is what I need. (along with a new camera)


My blog was never meant to be just about bunnies. I find that some folks dont come around when it isnt about bunnies. I am okay with that. The bunnies represent the best parts of my life so I completely get it. But there is good and bad and I will write about the bad when it strikes me. There are 2 bunnies that I want to tell you about and will soon. There are a couple of you that have already met them on FB. (by the way, my blog will never be linked to FB, it is my safe haven and dont want it there)


So we press on. This post is dedicated to the women and babies of Somalia. My heart is with them daily. They are not just an image on the news. They are tied to the same earth and life and death cycle that I am.


Monday, August 8, 2011

Monday Mantra and things

Duds does not approve of my flip flops...why? Because I wore them to the rescue yesterday and they smell like foreign bunnies. He wanted them OFF my feet so I handed them over. He spent quite a bit of time tossing them around and chinning them. Silly bunny!

Monday Mantra:


“When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad, and that is my religion.”
Abraham Lincoln

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I am addicted to these videos.





Camera troubles are keeping me from posting new pics. If you want to smile just watch the video.