After you've done what you can do immediately for the victims of Hurricane Katrina....what do you then?
Agonize over how this came to be? Seethe with understandable rage and frustration? Churn with constant cortisol and anxiety over the probable future of this degraded nation?
Instead, go to the 'Better Times' website, and read/print out their Printable Flyers for use during a big, long-lasting, fast-happening disaster.
Yes, you can take steps to prepare now, should your community ever be hit by disaster.
Doesn't matter how much or how little your current resources. As the Better Times Almanac says:
My no-brainer prediction:
The Future belongs to those who know how to 'do' true Community.
Let's get to it.
Agonize over how this came to be? Seethe with understandable rage and frustration? Churn with constant cortisol and anxiety over the probable future of this degraded nation?
Instead, go to the 'Better Times' website, and read/print out their Printable Flyers for use during a big, long-lasting, fast-happening disaster.
Yes, you can take steps to prepare now, should your community ever be hit by disaster.
Doesn't matter how much or how little your current resources. As the Better Times Almanac says:
'Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.'
My no-brainer prediction:
The Future belongs to those who know how to 'do' true Community.
Let's get to it.
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s america
Outside it’s america
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms...of america
--U2 Bullet the Blue Sky
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s america
Outside it’s america
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms...of america
--U2 Bullet the Blue Sky
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