The Interdictor

Live blog from Lake George, aka New Orleans that Was:

The Interdictor

Thanks to Boing Boing for the heads up.

The following is the result of an interview I just conducted via cell phone with a New Orleans citizen stranded at the Convention Center. I don’t know what you’re hearing in the mainstream media or in the press conferences from the city and state officials, but here is the truth:

“Bigfoot” is a bar manager and DJ on Bourbon Street, and is a local personality and icon in the city. He is a lifelong resident of the city, born and raised. He rode out the storm itself in the Iberville Projects because he knew he would be above any flood waters. Here is his story as told to me moments ago. I took notes while he talked and then I asked some questions:

Three days ago, police and national guard troops told citizens to head toward the Crescent City Connection Bridge to await transportation out of the area. The citizens trekked over to the Convention Center and waited for the buses which they were told would take them to Houston or Alabama or somewhere else, out of this area.

It’s been 3 days, and the buses have yet to appear.

Although obviously he has no exact count, he estimates more than 10,000 people are packed into and around and outside the convention center still waiting for the buses. They had no food, no water, and no medicine for the last three days, until today, when the National Guard drove over the bridge above them, and tossed out supplies over the side crashing down to the ground below. Much of the supplies were destroyed from the drop. Many people tried to catch the supplies to protect them before they hit the ground. Some offered to walk all the way around up the bridge and bring the supplies down, but any attempt to approach the police or national guard resulted in weapons being aimed at them.

There are many infants and elderly people among them, as well as many people who were injured jumping out of windows to escape flood water and the like — all of them in dire straights.

Any attempt to flag down police results in being told to get away at gunpoint. Hour after hour they watch buses pass by filled with people from other areas. Tensions are very high, and there has been at least one murder and several fights. 8 or 9 dead people have been stored in a freezer in the area, and 2 of these dead people are kids.

The people are so desperate that they’re doing anything they can think of to impress the authorities enough to bring some buses. These things include standing in single file lines with the eldery in front, women and children next; sweeping up the area and cleaning the windows and anything else that would show the people are not barbarians.

The buses never stop….

bastards at the gates

I yelled at my son a little while ago. (my older boy, not the fella that was sick today). He used some rather choice language against his mom and then, um, “decorated” with a sharpie, something he knows much better than to do. Then I asked him to do something, he smarted off, and I just lost it.

I feel about two inches tall right now.

Taking the prize

Okay, y’all, I’m ready for my award: Father of the Year.

Yessir, I’ve got a sick little one. Came home yesterday with a fever. Motrin? Works wonders. Slept really good last night, but can’t go to school today.

So we’re home together, having a little male bonding time. What did we do?

a) watched “Lazy Town.” Please tell me that the little girl doesn’t really have that awful pink hair, that it’s a wig. And what’s up with the musclebound guy that doesn’t seem to have a partner? Hmm?

b) mowed the yard. The whole time I mentally composed a blog post called “I Fought the Lawn, and the Lawn Won” but by the time I was done? I said fugg it. I did manage to kill a perfectly sorta good edger. Heh.

c) bought cat food! The cats thank me. Yay.

d) McDonalds.

Yes, I took my child, with his non-fever (it really isn’t one today, just yesterday) to McDonalds. He wanted a burger with ketchup only and fries and a sprite and a toy. And by god I gave it to him. Why? Cuz if he really has the stomach flu, what better way to test his fortitude then pumping him full of grease at McDonalds? And, if he’s gonna throw up, what better place to do it than the Play Place, where they have folks that earn every penny of their minimum wage with mops and buckets?

(er, just kidding. I would have made sure we went outside for any actual hurlage. It hasn’t rained in a bit and their flowers looked like they could use some help)

Then:

e) shower. My son wanted a shower, so I said sure. 45 minutes later (after listening to him sing the whole time) I pulled him out. He was grinning ear to ear.

e1) Veggie Tales.

f) nap. He’s asleep now, apparently drained after the long shower. (oops, bad pun alert should have been a line or so back. Sorry)

So that’s today, in a nutshell.