Last night, I had a little taste of irony. While watching the Vikings game (the one where Brett Favre could only throw interceptions and Adrian Peterson couldn't hold on to a ball to save his life), I was urged by the Red Cross to donate to the folks in Haiti. All I could think about was the FEMA trailers that were still parked in front yards and the game unfolding in front of me in the Superdome of all places.
For the last few weeks, I've watched CNN documenting the effort in Haiti and it hasn't been entirely inspiring, but that's to be expected when there are too many cooks in the kitchen. It's like the wild west down there. Everybody answers to nobody. Meanwhile, I've started the countdown until the public grows bored of its new toy and allows the military to bow out gracefully. leaving the job half-done.
And perhaps I'm not giving credit where it's due. While I would love to participate in this lovely morsel of national pride, the proposition of history repeating itself ad nauseam is preventing me. Eventually, children will say, "If we hadn't helped those poor Haitians, they might be in FEMA trailers right now." Ladies and gentlemen, let the double speak begin and enjoy the show.
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The XX - Crystalised
The Kills - M.E.X.I.C.O.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Our Time
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