Hurricane Katrina swept into the central gulf coast and devastated the city of New Orleans. Would you believe that the very existence of this town, The Big Easy, is really nothing more than the legacy of an intrusive, non-Constitutionally mandated federal government agency, who have been messing with Mother Nature for a century and a half in a way that she's never been messed with before?The story starts after the defeat and conquest of Louisiana by the U.S. Army in 1864, which was preceded by a long occupation of Nar-lens by the same said army. This foreign military power ultimately never left as occupiers and reconstructers and improvers for the poor unenlightened crackers who needed to have "freedom" and "progress" spread their way. Sound familiar?
It has all been wonderfully documented in the WPA Guide to Louisiana (1941), which is still the very best book on the state ever written:
"For two centuries earthen embankments were the only means of flood control. Generally deficient in height and width and never adequately repaired, the levees frequently broke, and the countryside was in constant danger of inundation. After the War Between the States a series of disastrous floods aroused national interest in flood control. The Mississippi River commission was created in 1879, and the task of construction and maintenance of the levee system was assigned to the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers."
"With the aid of huge Federal appropriations, the State embarked upon a program ensuring protection against a flood stage in excess of that of 1927, when New Orleans was saved only after the levee had been dynamited at Caernavron, below the city."
"Cutoffs straightened the river and provided a more rapid run-off of high water, an outlet channel for Mississippi and Red River flood waters was built in the Atchafalaya Basin, and New Orleans was protected by the construction a short distance above the city of the Bonnet Carre' Spillway."
"Assurance that a great volume of Ohio River floodwater can be discharged safely by the Mississippi through Louisiana was given in 1937."
Yeah says who? Big Brother can control both the Ohio and the Mississippi? Yeah you and what deity?
The fact that people should not be placing sedentary habitations in this particular region in the first place never seems to enter into the discussion. The conquered people have never questioned why their conquerors have gone to such extraordinary lengths to defy one of Mother Nature's most powerful waterways, the Mississippi River, The Father of the Waters. Maybe the concept of control is too tempting for any of them to resist. It is their narcotic of righteous mission, regardless of the real damage they are actually doing to the natural order of things with their stolen funds. Sound familiar?
Simply put New Orleans is an artificial construct of the U.S. federal government, using money stolen in Connecticut, Utah and Iowa to keep the Crescent City of Louisiana from being bowled under by the Big Muddy. It, like Pompeii, should have been allowed to be a great city while it lasted but left to die a natural death. Both cities had placed themselves too near Mother Nature's capricious wrath and ultimately paid the price. It takes nothing away from either town to say that they had their day and then vanished with dignity.
Besides we can always go visit the clean and spotless New Orleans Square in Disneyland. Until, that is, Orange County is ground into dust by the San Andreas Fault.



You knew it had to happen sooner or later, but they've finally found a charge to lob at our newest golden boy, Lance Armstrong. The Tour de France claims it has evidence that a banned substance showed up in a blood test from 1999. It was probably a bad jinx for Lance to go bike riding with Herr Shrub in Texas last week, but in this newly emerging era of super invasive scrutiny, what with all the drug tests, retina scans, chip implants and surveillance cameras---we are all bound to fuck up, in THEIR EYES, sooner or later. Lance is just the latest victim in this tar and feather police state mentality, which feeds a 24-hour news cycle and helps sheild our warmongering Big Brother from serious observation by keeping us all conveniently distracted while the bombs keep a dropping and innocent people keep a dying. Bread and circuses indeed!
I attended a performance of Doctor Faustus this evening at the Utah Shakespearean Festival here in Cedar City. The play, written in 1589, is said to be one of the oldest in the English language, and deals with a Doctor John Faustus who sells his soul to the devil for 24 years of guaranteed life, while also being granted supernatural powers and supreme knowledge through the black arts of necromancy. His personal dealings with Lucifer are alternately funny, terrifying and philosophically profound. This play pricks a lot of raw nerves.

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A judge ordered a tearful Courtney Love into an in-patient substance abuse facility on Friday after the troubled rock singer admitted to violating the terms of her probation by using drugs.



My email inbox this morning contained this message from DD:



This picture of a lone border guard in San Diego simply watching all of the batos going along on their merry way across the boundary wall with Mexico prompts me to write, again, about the unnaturalness of the current U.S.-Mexico border.

















I've been told that our beloved local police chief, Kurt Wright, remains in intensive care at LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City. His liver function is back to normal and he's been up and walking around again which is surely a good sign and hopefully is in response to our prayers and kind thoughts over these past few weeks.
Goodbye old friend it has been a grand time together these past 15 years and I'm sad to see you go. It says on the back of you that you were delivered in June 1959. Speaking on behalf of the others served so faithfully, in the 31 years prior to our relationship, you were one helluva an air compressing workhorse. When I think of all the cold beer that you so selflessly chilled for me along with my girl friend's yogurt, leftover hummus and out of date slide film, why it almost makes me weepy.
The following prose is from the liner notes of David Byrne's most recent CD Grown Backwards and seemed to match my mood perfectly:
