I mentioned last night that I wasn't too impressed with Michael Chertoff's (aka Skelator) gut instincts warning us of impending doom. Not because I don't believe in impending doom, mind you. I'm a pessimist by nature and cannot help but fear impending doom at any given moment. I lie awake at night dreaming up bizarre things that can go wrong.
No, I'm more concerned with Skelator's guts. This is the same man who didn't know that a city was underwater and its residents were crammed in its Superdome and Convention Center--WHILE IT WAS ON TELEVISION AND ALMOST EVERY RADIO STATION!!! Eye witnesses were looking at the buildings, telling him of the desperation and madness, and he brushed them off as liars pretty much--ON LIVE RADIO BROADCASTS. He was warned of a Katrina-like scenario, and still claimed no one could have predicted it (except for a bunch of journalists and scientists, but who listens to those nutjobs?). And notice, he's still not referencing anything concrete that has anything to do with intelligence or intelligent thought.
And I'm supposed to trust his guts? Does he have guts? And if so, where were these sensitive innards in 2005? Could he still be gutless?
2 comments:
I just wanted to say I love the title of your blog. Unless it's not a DFW reference and just an amazing coincidence, in which case I still like it, though I guess for different reasons.
Also, Chertoff was nuts, but hey, look at his boss.
Dan,
How lovely to see you here, I'm a big fan of your work.
Yes, the title is a reference to DFW, although I never read this particular short story. The real story is here if you're interested:
http://girlwithcurioushair.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-hair.html
I hope you come back and comment often.
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