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Haiti From Here

Until a few days ago, there were about nine million people in Haiti.  Then the earth heaved the whole nation, as if it were a rag in the mouth of a dog until buildings collapsed everywhere.  Now it appears that possibly 200,000 people died when almost everything fell down.  That is to say, two of every hundred people died almost instantly, and most of the rest of them have no place to stay.

There are about two-and-a-half million people in the Twin Cities Metropolitan area.  Had the earth shook here as it did in Haiti, with similar consequences, there would be 55,000 bodies in the streets, and most of us would be homeless. 

But Haiti's disaster was a national disaster.  Had the heaving of the earth done to our nation what it did to Haiti, we would have 6,500,000 people dead, with no where to go. 

Mostly Saudi terrorists brought down the Twin Tower in New York City, killing about 3000. people.  To match the scale of what has happened in Haiti, we would have to imagine that thousands of buildings fell, and that nearly half a million people died, almost instantly, and that the city would be in ruins. 

Do you think, still, Rush Limbaugh, that we should do nothing?  Do you really believe, Rush Limbaugh, that when Barack Obama asks us to send $10. to help Haiti, that he is going to keep the money, or use the names to ask for political donations?  You pathetic, miserable excuse for a human being!

What does Sarah Palin have to say about Haiti?  She has a lot to say about everything else.

Was it AIG that magnanimously gave one million dollars to aid Haiti?  What did they give their CEO?

Five people have been killed in Minneapolis recently.  Is the fabric of our society shredding, or are there enormous disasters in our national neighborhood?

It is 2:30 AM.  It is dark outside.  I am trying to get a perspective. 

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