Gustav’s Timely Gusts

I’m sitting here watching Gustav work its way towards Louisiana and listening to the current administration pat itself on the back for ‘fixing’ the mistakes of Katrina, and likely testing out their updated emergency powers. Facing another potential bull’s eye hit on New Orleans, a mandatory evacuation for many Gulf communities has been ordered, though many thousands have already left voluntarily, memories of Katrina easily convincing them to be afraid for their lives.

 

This time, though, the machine is well-oiled. Pipelines are being shut down and platforms evacuated. Hospitals patients are being transferred. Buses, trains and planes have been reserved and requisitioned. Evacuees are given barcoded bracelets for identification and tracking; final destinations are pre-planned, though often unknown to the evacuees until en route. Thousands of Guard troops, and even Blackwater and the British Royal Navy, have been put on alert. Dusk-to-dawn curfew is on, and looters are forewarned of their immediate and no-mercy trip to Angola prison.

 

What interesting timing. Almost exactly three years after Katrina, and just at the onset of the red convention, another swarm of hurricanes are working their way into the Gulf, threatening not only lives and property, but oil prices and further economic ruin. The newest is that GW will now not attend the party (if it happens at all this week) due to Gustav’s dreaded arrival. Pretty good way to excuse the bad taste he might have left, given his current popularity. Not to mention how these hurricanes take the reds off the headline hot seat on the VP news, and give them an opportunity to prove their worth.

 

I must admit I follow politics as little as possible, but with the elections in sight one can’t help but notice how the reds are falling all over themselves in an attempt to look viable in the wake of the blue’s messianic candidate’s magnificent performance last week, which included a strange, and much-discussed stage design which resembled an ancient temple, or perhaps the Pergamon Altar (thanks, J.). The powers-that-be must be enjoying the ease with which their little productions easily keep the hopes and fears of millions neatly under their thumbs.

 

That these ‘productions’ include weather manipulation, is a distinct possibility. I have mentioned this before several times, and weather modification, including steering hurricanes does make the news, though not to the extent of mentioning HAARP or other controversial, advanced electromagnetic technologies. It does seem that when the weather machine is activated, if or whatever that may be, there are also some big earthquakes around the world. This week was not an exception – a 6.1 rocked China yesterday, causing more major damage for them, swarms including a 5.8 off Canada’s west coast, and several in Tibet. There is a discussion of the hurriquake phenomenon, and other related thoughts (including mention of Hoagland’s Hyperdimensional Katrina) going on over at FSHOD this weekend. Here’s some insight from Scott Stevens over at Weatherwars.info as well.

 

One wonders whether it could be more weather wars with China, for example, rather than self-destruction with an underlying agenda; we shall see how the reds fare in the wake of this, and then perhaps gain some insight. Given the seemingly purposeful neglect by authorities in the wake of Katrina, compared to this round’s amped-up response, however, one is given to wonder at the potential for long-range planning and the ultimate agenda, including the suspicious timing re the elections.

 

The turmoil, it does continue and spin in all kinds of directions. Myself, still working on being the eye of the hurricane.

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3 comments to Gustav’s Timely Gusts

  • It seems to be part of my fate-package to watch places I love and the people who populate them suffer through horror, followed by promptly being used as grist for political mills. I watched it happen before they even fished all the bodies out of the river when the bridge collapsed in my native Twin Cities, and now I’m watching it for the *second* time in New Orleans – and up a lot closer this time, as one of the bits of grist myself. It means this, it means that, it’s this one’s fault, it’s that one’s fault – and meanwhile, I can’t even get back in to see what’s left, and I’m by far one of the least burdened by that, having no kids and owning no land or home.

    Disasters haven’t made me a cynic, but some days I’m sure that the almost complete failure of anyone in power to keep in mind that there are human beings involved in the things they manipulate will do the trick. Or maybe it’s just driving the lesson home: Loving a place is futile. I don’t like where I am now even a little, but here I’ll stay, and just possibly start to unravel what it’s all been about for me. And then there’s that one particular human being…. :)

    OK, maybe not cynical, even now. Just very, very tired.

    (P.S.: Sorry if this is a duplicate; I got a really strange error the first time I tried.)

  • I couldn’t agree more with your speculations about the recent “weather” events.

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