America has been drowning in a cesspool brought about by two stolen elections and too many channels and too many toys. The sight of those (mostly) black, (mostly) poor New Orleans folks flailing about for way too long merely hit us in our collective gut because we realized that they were us.
All that needless suffering and humiliation and gratuitous ruining of lives in New Orleans was a manifestion of what has been happening to our country. We've all been trapped for way too long in an unimaginable poisonous environment. And I'm not just talking about DDT.
Being trapped up to our necks in smelly, thuggy, self-destructive politics for way too long makes for pent-up anger and fear and other bad feelings. This makes for considerable stress and frustration.
So, finally, when we think we might actually be rescued, and it's starting to look like that, unless we're that nice, calm Senator John McCain who takes bamboo shoots and Bush betrayals in stride, it's only normal to become hysterical for awhile. And babble. And shriek. And be bitchy and vindictive. And especially crow. Till it isn't fun anymore.
And then our wonderful minds will start thinking again about the solution instead of howling about the problem.
I'm not a bit worried about the daily hysteria on Daily Kos because it's a right of passage from the dark tunnel where we've been.
I used to have a nasty, lying lover and I figured some day he'd get his. But when it started to happen and kept on happening, I thought, "Wow, this is too much. Enough already." But the boomeranged karma kept on slicing and dicing him until he was rubble.
What's important is that eventually I thought, "Enough already." That means I'm better than he was.