I want to spit in their complacent stupid pig faces.
buggery also has some worrying material about planned resettlement camps for evacuees that sound a lot like detention camps. Again, there seems to be some backing down now the story has broken, but this is an issue that will bear watching.
And then there is Bush's exectutive order that his chums at Halliburton don't have to pay minimum wage to workers involved in rebuilding projects because it's a catastrophe. Of course, the same rule does not mean that Halliburton do the work for cost and don't take a profit for shareholders, because that would be an evil socialistic idea.
I would like to think that I am being paranoid, but I can see a situation where evacuess are obliged to work for peanuts on the projected apartment blocks for yuppies that will replace where they used to live on the pretext that they need to pay for the camps in which they have been resettled. In fact, I can even imagine the money never actually coming into their hands and going direct to the company stores in the camps. The long history in the US of truck is probably not over yet.
Like I say, I would like to think I am being paranoid.
On the bright side, I have been massively rereasing Leigh Brackett's Mars stories, wonderful purple tales of decadence, deserts and lost civilizations like Burroughs with a noir sensibility. Actually they are favourites of my adolescence that stand up to rereading, and of how much can that be said?
Nor is it just that the idea is so cool that the crappiness of the writing is overwhelmed by it, as happens with, say, a lot of Clark Ashton Smith. Smith's 'The City of the Singing Flame' remains one of the great fantasy shorts, but only because of the idea and the mise en scene.
Brackett's 'Sea Kings of Mars' aka 'The Sword of Rhinannon' remains genuinely powerful, not least because the hero opts for the evil snarky sadistic vaguely bi princess not the goodygoody blonde oracle. I always like that in a pulp hero.