I'm tired.

And I'm getting ever more cranky. I need to count to a hundred at times on KR, because I really can't start a post with "What kind of fucking idiot are you?" - not that I did, I'm an old hag of the Net and I can couch my responses to idiocy in diplomatic language. But seriously, now apparently it's New Orleans' fault for being so black. Or whatever other oh-so-rational nuttiness. It really is amazing to see their minds at work. All you can do is back away nervously.

So I've been avoiding the news - though I didn't miss the AP's online story - hastily retracted - that NO cops had accidentally shot contractors on their way to fix a levee. Uh, actually they shot the guys who were trying to shoot the contractors. But thanks for throwing that "NO Cops Gone Wild!" story out there, it'll play well with the wingnutters.

And the volunteers in airboats are finally in to help, after people have been fighting for their lives in flooded attics for a week. Hey, if y'all are still alive in the stifling heat and without food or clean water, 7 days later, they are letting people come get you! Way to go, FEMA!! Give "Brownie" a medal! God help us all.

Let me clarify that my most verbal rage is directed toward the news out of New Orleans because it's the most egregious example of this clusterfuck in progress, but I am personally aware of families in Biloxi and other Mississippi towns who are fending for themselves. These are the families of my friends and co-workers, frantic with worry, driving up there with water and generators and chain saws, prepared to take care of themselves. When I use NO as a target for my outrage, please expand it to the entire Gulf region, because though they don't get much face time on CNN, they are destroyed. Flattened. Jobs, homes, everything - gone.

Though I don't really have to worry much - I'm in FL, and Jeb Boy still has presidential aspirations. That really is remarkable when you think about it - his father was a one-term ineffectual nothing, his brother is becoming a legend, but not the kind you want to emulate, and they still want to run Jeb? The mind truly boggles.

I did knit, and watch movies. I will have a freaking stroke if I don't. Made it up most of the back of the Grandpa Sweater, before a wild urge caused me to cast on a linen baby blanket. Feather and fan, lovely non-baby-green, nicely mindless, and a break from the larger gauge of the sweater, but I re-started it three times and I expect to finish it by the time the as-yet-purely-hypothetical-grandchild's head is crowning, if I'm lucky. Don't mock me for making baby things for children who don't exist yet, it's the only way I'll ever get them done in time. I should start knitting their kindergarten sweaters next year. But if I did, I'd never finish the blanket still in progress.