Originally Posted by Anna Bollick
No, really, for 99.9% of people, such action is no fun at all. I have been, in my younger days while still living in manly mode, in shit similar to this, but in uniform, secure in the knowledge that nothing was my responsibility, that what I was doing was right even if it was wrong, and faithfully believing that all I had to do was follow orders in as great a level of thoroughness and detail as humanly possible. This is different. Civilized folks are at a disadvantage. They will naturally, being law abiding citizens, hesitate to shoot, especially in defense of mere property. The thing is, the property being stolen or destroyed might be necessary for sustaining life. Look... there are honest people being driven by desperate conditions to lawless behaviour. There are also psychopaths held in check only by the reluctance to risk going back to prison yet again, and now they can gleefully engage in their rampages of antisocial fury and irresponsibility with no risk of being arrested. We are talking about ANIMALS here. New Orleans has more criminals and potential criminals than any city in the US, and probably nearly any other city in the world. There are roving gangs containing dozens of these beasts, with a few ordinarily good men mixed in who figure they may as well join in and get something that will hopefully help their loved ones to live in less misery for another day. So when you see them breaking into a store, or a home, and running in and out, too undisciplined and wild to even empty the place out in an orderly fashion, as a bucket brigade type chain, do you declare war on that gang as a one person posse, and start shooting? What about the owner who may be trapped inside, possibly already dead or dying? Wouldn't you earn their contempt and scorn and be cursed by their dying breath if you do nothing? What if it is YOUR house that they invade? Yes, you make a stand, naturally, but all through it you are crying out to the God who seems to have abandoned you and asking him why this is allowed to happen, often in plain view of watching police and soldiers? The mood is dark and the situation dire. It isn't fun to know that you may have to kill someone to survive in the next hour or minute or moment. This is a fear worse than being in a declared war. This is worse than war... it is anarchy. It is knowing that even if you are killed, the killers will kill one another as things get worse. Usually our enemies believe that they are doing the right thing. Most men who fight in a war are fighting with moral convictions, and those convictions just happen to not agree. That is ugly, but in a strange romanticized way, sort of almost honorable. Often, you find yourself sympathizing and even respecting an enemy in a military confrontation. This is different, and definitely not fun. I know you were only joking, but it is not fun. My neighbor who let me charge batteries off his generator, who I lent my M1A1 to, has also decided to leave. My ride out of here is overdue by an hour, so I am just waiting. My neighbor is riding out with me, after he destroys everything he can't take with him. I don't have the heart to destroy anything here. I can't even think about it. Sure, there is a good possibility that we could hang on successfully, but we have already driven off one band of outlaws, and my neighbor went and confronted a gang trying to break in across the street. My God, he was magnificent! But he came back in shaking like a leaf. Nature f#cked with us twice, first with the storm, then with the water from the levee break. Now it is not nature... it is a malevolent force of pure evil... the worst in men, the most fiendish thoughts and desires from the darkest corners of their hellish hearts, come to the fore, and good people standing aside as they pillage. Law enforcement is busy with rescuing people, and looting prevention is getting nothing but lip service, and threats from the governor, that the outlaws are laughing at, if they are even aware of them at all. No,this is not fun. I have a small backpack full of gear and cosmetics and toiletries, and a bag of clothes and documents, and a laptop bag for my computer. Katherine Kitty is going with only the clothes on her back... a little collar that I made for her. And I got my shotgun and my 44. I am letting my neighbor keep my M1A1 until we meet again. Oh, how his eyes lit up when I first showed it to him! He is a retired marine and it broke his heart to give up his M14 for that crappy M-16. He was just transformed as he took it in his hands and lovingly inspected it. I can't take that away from him, now.
There is some lawlessness on the west bank, but nothing like in the city. I would like to take all my 45 pound plates to use as armor, but I fear that will not be possible, and I am hopeful that it would not be necessary anyway. It is safer over there. Maybe my neighbor and I are over-reacting, but truthfully, this is more frightening than the storm was.
Well we are hungry, so I will slice up the last of the andouille and chop up my neighbor's half of a cabbage and an onion that magically appeared on my steps, and make a nice soup for us while we wait. I wish there was some celery, girlfriend! Hopefully it won't be much longer to wait. I do have my fingers crossed, that our condos will not be ransacked, but we can begin anew, some day, once we have accepted what fate has dealt out to us.
We are alive, and we have done no wrong to anyone, and so there is nothing on our consciense. We did our duty to our fellow human beings. Me and Katherine will be well provided for, and our neighbor has a cousin who is one of those survivalist nuts and has probably a 6 month supply of essentials stashed, and he will be fine. We will recover from this, and put it behind us, Circumstances have measured our worth, and God, I hope, was watching, even though he seems to have chosen to do little to stop the savagery.
Maybe when this is all over I will be able to get a grant of some kind, and buy a newly vacant lot in the Marigny or maybe Treme, and build a house... a fortress of a house, able to stand storms both natural and human, and I will stock it with the essentials of life and living, and fill it with love and hope that it will not prove necessary during my lifetime. I don 't know. There won't be many tourists for the next year or so, so things will be a little tight for Juiced Shemale Rescue Hookers in the Quarter. We'll see, I guess.
Well maybe I will be able to check in again later. Bye all, even you, Iron Freak, my darling! And keep your AK safe at home... don't try to come into New Orleans! Play a nice video game or something, instead. Or go get a security guard job in Iraq or Afghanistan... they are safer places than here.
Love to everyone
Anna Bollick
Juiced Shemale Rescue Hooker
PLEASE, can I have that for a title? Saluu got one, with less posts than me!