The Flood, In Photos
Last night, I got stuck driving back to Houston from a town in East Texas at the height of the tornado warnings. Whoa! What a light show! The whole way back it was a pyrotechnic extravaganza. Luckily, we made it home safe, and today I went out on my bike to survey the damage. But first, let’s talk about fear.
This is something I posted on FB earlier in the day, yesterday, upon learning that I would miss the opportunity to see a small town Memorial Day parade:
Not a single small town in East Texas is hosting a Memorial Day parade today — they’ve canceled for fear of Waco shootout repeats.
We are a nation which sends its poor to murder the poor overseas to feed our bloated appetites at a price which suits US, celebrates “veterans” but abandons them when they return broken, makes a whole day for those “heroes” who sacrificed for the “freedoms” we so cherish…
And then we cower in fear.
Bravo, East Texas. Your true colors do run…and shelter in place with all the guns, twitching and sweating and clenching your butts. Lol.
These towns that cower in fear of brown people and Muslims and biker gangs and black men and teenagers and each other and gingivitis and basically anything that doesn’t have a pill to correct it are the same towns that celebrate…fossil fuels?
Let me tell you something right now — climate change is not a hoax.
I saw this one sidewalk:
Which reminded me of Robert Rauschenberg’s “Mud Muse.”
Anyway, enjoy the photos and stay dry. Peace!