New Orleans

First time I think I'm actually starting a blog d-r-o-o-p-y.

Seriously, when everybody's laughing in Canberra, moaning about that the food was bad, or we had to wait for petrol, on the other side of the world, people were (and still are) groaning for food, shelter, money, and weeping for those who are lost, killed, murdered or raped.

Full stop.

Seriously, if you have no idea what I am talking about, I pity you for being the stupid.

I mean, what's the world coming to today? 6F are currently reading Huckleberry Finn psshing the book, while an area with over 64% blacks have kinda ... dissappeared. So, i might not care as much if my Mother was in New Orleans, but who said i can't feel pity?
Just because I seem to brush away other people, who said i can't mourn?
Sure, i can't give money or food to every single person who is suffering right now, but who said i can't pray for them? And for idiots who are totally against Christianity but don't know a thing, praying is not just something you have to kneel your knees on the floor and have your hands clasped, if your laughing at the moment.

But I feel you are just skimming the page at the moment ...