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On The Internet They Call It Pwned…

Posted on March 14, 2007 by Varg

…but everywhere else it could be a critical retort to restricted thought.

Some people should know better…Or how many degrees of separation from NOLA

I can’t give enough thanks to the First Draft krewe.

The point of First Draft is the same point that has been hammered in the ground by so many of us. That there are very few areas that aren’t at some sort of risk here in the United States. They illustrated that much better than I could. Even going so far as to getting all specific on their asses. One guy got totally Mt. Rainiered!

What I want to talk about is the assholes who took it upon themselves to put their views out there and support the destruction of my home, livelihood and the homes and livelihoods of those I love..

Many Americans use the “below sea level” as a reasoning not to rebuild but, the point is that they don’t view South Louisiana as worth saving. It CAN be done, everything is in place to do it. However, it is just a matter of WILL it.

These people’s opinions are that the government made a number of mistakes over the last two centuries and, rather than correcting them, they should just look the other way (to the Middle East?)

The fact that some of my fellow countrymen still have the opinion that New Orleans should be left to decay is proof positive that they don’t realize the effect on the nation’s economy it would have. Stats that show 200,000 people living in incorporated New Orleans are misleading. There are 1.2 million living in the metro area. That’s a lot of refugees. That’s a lot of ruined lives and people looking for new homes.

Let’s be honest.

Let’s really consider what these people are suggesting.

These people who support the destruction of the city are not expecting Congress to announce the shuttering of the city, the payment of everyone’s mortgages and moving expenses, and the rebuilding of their lives elsewhere. They aren’t expecting it to happen all at once like that.

What they are suggesting is a slow bleed, the ongoing withdrawal of federal funds, not armoring the levees, no coastal restoration. Then, slowly, the city’s economy will begin to collapse. Crime will go up. Many innocent people will be victimized by it. Thousands will perish from the lack of health care and viable means of support. Those who put their life’s work into their homes will be ruined along with any hope of an inheritance for their children. Any sense of endeavor and inspiration will be depleted. Nothing that COULD have happened will.

Then, another storm will blow through and, since nothing was done since the last one, more elderly, disabled, hospitalized and home care patients will again die (it doesn’t take a genius to understand everyone can’t be evacuated). Those who argue against the protection of the city will be fine with that because “they deserved it for living there.”

Understand that this is usually the crux of their argument. That we deserve it for living here. Take THAT lower Manhattan!

Getting back to the Doomsday scenario, the economy will be non-existent and hundreds of thousands of people will go broke and rely on government aid just to survive. Maybe it will be given and it will cost the country billions. Maybe it won’t and there will be 1.5 million desperate people roaming the country.

Jesus, I haven’t even mentioned the port of South Louisiana. I can’t get into it. Just expect interruptions in oil, coffee, rubber, all kinds of goods really.

I won’t mention arts and cultures either. Those fuckers don’t give a shit about that.

And after the city is abandoned, guess where we will end up? In YOUR town! Muaaahahahaha!

7 thoughts on “On The Internet They Call It Pwned…”

  1. Adrastos says:
    March 14, 2007 at 2:22 pm

    Sea ports are below sea level and this applies to port cities throughout the country.

    So, Varg are you threatening people with an invasion of Ashley, Dangerblond and Jeffrey? Just the thought scares the crap out of me.

  2. Varg says:
    March 14, 2007 at 3:25 pm

    Not just that but, an invasion of elementary school kids on ATVs, fried bread w/ confectionery sugar, non-rhotic accents, musical displays of mourning, cars with speakers on the outside, shaved ice sweetened with syrup, boiled fresh-water crustaceans, long white t-shirts, Carribean and West African ritual practices and deliberate mispronunciation of street names.

    That’s right Little Rock! We’re coming!

  3. ashley says:
    March 15, 2007 at 7:37 pm

    You know, that’s the best incentive yet for them to fix the levees.

    Fix them, or we’re coming. (“The saints are coming” heard in the background, as people carrying muffalettas and orchid cream vanilla snowballs storm the city gates, demanding the repeal of open container laws.)

  4. liprap says:
    March 17, 2007 at 7:36 am

    On second thought, they may not want US to come first ;-). Send ’em all the Californians after “The Big One” tanks the state, and then they’ll be beating down their legislators’ doors to have New Orleans stay right where it is.

  5. Tim says:
    March 18, 2007 at 10:26 am

    There are some very small people out there. Only the Internet makes their voices loud. I have resolved to ignore them. We will prove them wrong, and they will still hate us.

    And as icing on the cake, when they get bitch-slapped by nature and their fellow man, we will come to their aid. Will they stop hating us then? Maybe, just maybe.

    Peace,

    Tim

  6. greg p says:
    March 20, 2007 at 9:54 am

    Fucking A

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Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

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I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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