Katrina! Such a girly name. A Sex and the City gal who sips Cosmos, wears impossibly high heels, has a tan in winter, wears the coolest clothes and is on a quest to find Mr. Right, or at least, Mr. Right Now.
But she's a bitch! And that's the truth.
A Class-A bitch, whirling around over balmy waters, gathering strength and fury and unleashing her pent-up rage over N'Awlins. Did she confuse the Big Easy with Mr. Big?
She is a murdering bitch with no mercy.
Streets became rivers, sea lions swam in them and 300 years of history became flotsam. Pieces of the past floating in the rising water with the dead.
She's the little sister of the biggest bitch in recent times...Ms. Tsu Nami. These two sisters have ruined lives, entire communities. They have laid waste wherever they touched, ripping open wounds that may never heal, killing the helpless and weak with glee.
The man with lung cancer who died in his bed because he couldn't live without his depleting oxygen tank. He ran out of air.
The woman dead in a lawn chair, the bodies lying in the streets. Corpses trapped in their attics, abandoned for now. The homeless walk the street like the living dead. Parents, tired of seeing their children's hunger, looting shops. Jams and jellies, bread, rice cakes, diapers. What people do in desperate times.
Yes, Katrina is a bitch and I am glad she's dead. May neither she nor Tsu rest in peace.
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