Disaster on the horizon...
Good morning.
While I am sitting here enjoying the sights and sounds that carry on a sultry breeze in the heart of New Orleans, many of you are fast asleep, others are working the late night shift, and not a few hearty souls are partying the wee hours of the morning away.
New Orleans; the city that never sleeps. Gotta love it. N' Awlins, as the local Cajuns pronounce it, is home port these days, to a plethora of nationalities. But she belongs, heart and soul, to the French; built on the backs of the Acadians who were driven out of Canada, long ago. Ah, but it isn't their colorful, if painful, history I'm here to discuss.
A transplant myself (yeah, it is me, the Vampyre Garth, coming to you), I established my main residence here because I fell in love with the place, long before she became the teeming city she is today. I have watched her grow, seen many of the local residents come and go (birthed and died); watched as other nationalities landed at her harbor, bringing with them the pests that continue to eat away at the glorious buildings and beautiful Antebellum homes the city is noted for. But alas, it is with a heavy heart that I sit here thinking about how vulnerable the people and their city are; sitting dead center in the path of the major hurricane steaming along the coast.
Folks here have always known how fickle Mother Nature can be and the majority of them take such things in stride and always hope for the best. But things aren't looking too good at this point. Already, evacuations have begun, for when the winds and storm surge strike there is no where to go. The lovely city sits well below sea level, bodies of water on three sides, and her death knell is tolling.
I hope all of you will join with me in prayer (yeah, I pray just like you) for the residents who stand to lose not only their lives but all of their possessions. The possibility of such proud people and rich enduring history being wiped from existence is all but unbearable. If this catagory five storm doesn't abandon it's track (and it doesn't appear that it will without some major intervention from the powers that be) the devastation will be such that the city and her people may never recover. So I implore you to offer your prayers in earnest, for all concerned.
You may not think anything could get any worse here but there are other considerations that add to the doom and gloom. You see, there are those evil types who crawl out of the shadows and use the situation to wreak havoc and destruction. They can and will prey upon the busy, unsuspecting innocents without any fear of detection. Their kills will go down as storm collateral; never investigated for what truly took place.
Many of you may wonder why I'm still here. Because I, and others like me; hunters of evil- doers, are blessed to be able to move about at will, even to long distances in the blink of an eye. This isn't the first major storm we have ridden out and we are the only line of defense innocents have in these situations. We plan ahead for these events, just as we know the evil doers do. It is during these types of situations that we are able to better track our enemies, some of our own Kind and other Kinds with supernatural powers. For during such events, they miscalculate and their greed drives them to make stupid mistakes. They look upon the situation with glee, for before them is a virtual smorgasboard from which to choose. Yeah, sickening isn't it?
So while you sleep safely in your warm bed, pray for those who haven't a clue that the storm isn't the only enemy they need to flee. I bid you be well and safe, Garth.
While I am sitting here enjoying the sights and sounds that carry on a sultry breeze in the heart of New Orleans, many of you are fast asleep, others are working the late night shift, and not a few hearty souls are partying the wee hours of the morning away.
New Orleans; the city that never sleeps. Gotta love it. N' Awlins, as the local Cajuns pronounce it, is home port these days, to a plethora of nationalities. But she belongs, heart and soul, to the French; built on the backs of the Acadians who were driven out of Canada, long ago. Ah, but it isn't their colorful, if painful, history I'm here to discuss.
A transplant myself (yeah, it is me, the Vampyre Garth, coming to you), I established my main residence here because I fell in love with the place, long before she became the teeming city she is today. I have watched her grow, seen many of the local residents come and go (birthed and died); watched as other nationalities landed at her harbor, bringing with them the pests that continue to eat away at the glorious buildings and beautiful Antebellum homes the city is noted for. But alas, it is with a heavy heart that I sit here thinking about how vulnerable the people and their city are; sitting dead center in the path of the major hurricane steaming along the coast.
Folks here have always known how fickle Mother Nature can be and the majority of them take such things in stride and always hope for the best. But things aren't looking too good at this point. Already, evacuations have begun, for when the winds and storm surge strike there is no where to go. The lovely city sits well below sea level, bodies of water on three sides, and her death knell is tolling.
I hope all of you will join with me in prayer (yeah, I pray just like you) for the residents who stand to lose not only their lives but all of their possessions. The possibility of such proud people and rich enduring history being wiped from existence is all but unbearable. If this catagory five storm doesn't abandon it's track (and it doesn't appear that it will without some major intervention from the powers that be) the devastation will be such that the city and her people may never recover. So I implore you to offer your prayers in earnest, for all concerned.
You may not think anything could get any worse here but there are other considerations that add to the doom and gloom. You see, there are those evil types who crawl out of the shadows and use the situation to wreak havoc and destruction. They can and will prey upon the busy, unsuspecting innocents without any fear of detection. Their kills will go down as storm collateral; never investigated for what truly took place.
Many of you may wonder why I'm still here. Because I, and others like me; hunters of evil- doers, are blessed to be able to move about at will, even to long distances in the blink of an eye. This isn't the first major storm we have ridden out and we are the only line of defense innocents have in these situations. We plan ahead for these events, just as we know the evil doers do. It is during these types of situations that we are able to better track our enemies, some of our own Kind and other Kinds with supernatural powers. For during such events, they miscalculate and their greed drives them to make stupid mistakes. They look upon the situation with glee, for before them is a virtual smorgasboard from which to choose. Yeah, sickening isn't it?
So while you sleep safely in your warm bed, pray for those who haven't a clue that the storm isn't the only enemy they need to flee. I bid you be well and safe, Garth.
posted by Dreamteller at
1:16 AM
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