Give Me a Minute on My High Horse

Two quotes come to mind, cliché at this point; strong, yet strongly understated. Quote number one: The horror. The horror. Quote number two: Oh, the humanity. I just can’t conceive the devastation and loss of life over there in Asia where the earthquake hit. I just can’t conceive how much horror and sadness such devastation has born. The newspapers make comparisons to New York after 9/11, walls of pictures of missing people. And New York, post-9/11 was truly horrible. As massive and unfathomable as that loss was, the enormity of tragedy in Asia right now is beyond scope. The walls of pictures in Asia are dead, drowned faces, no hope of finding life, only hope of confirming death. The horror. The horror. I’m a patriot. I love this country. But I am disgusted right now with the pittance of support we have offered. At first we choked up a whole fifteen million dollars, money that could have bought some fortunate person a summer mansion on Montauk, less money than some actors earn for their role in one movie. Then, in shame, our country more than doubled the aid to 35 million dollars. That’s shit. This country is spending somewhere around one hundred and thirty million dollars every single day on the War in Iraq. And here is the greatest single natural disaster in our recorded history, and 35 million dollars is all the help we have to offer. Are you fucking kidding me? Shame on us. Forgive any hint of political rant as this is not my style, but America has a responsibility to the world. We have a fucking responsibility. It’s not Us and Them. It’s Us. It’s just Us. The whole world is Us, goddammit. Oh, the fucking humanity.