Inspiring Story, and Frugal Survival Tip

I mentioned in my first post on frugal emergency supplies that there was no substitute for your faith in God, your own common sense and “the ability to think creatively and utilize the unofficial motto of both the Marines and the Coast Guard- “We who have done so much with so little for so long can now do anything with nothing.”

From the Oregonian comes this inspiring, heartwarming story of a man whose actions illustrate just that.

Ronald Miller is 24 years old. He works a construction job, or did, before the storm, and made 9.00 an hour. He personally helps support a single mother and her children, her diabetic mother, and himself. None of the children are his. Compare that to Sean Penn. He’s now helping to take care of seven children- one of them a 14 y.o. boy he rescued from the flood. Compare that to any mouth in Hollywood.

“On Tuesday, the floodwaters rose above 20 feet in their Lower Ninth Ward neighborhood, a low-lying, poor area east of downtown New Orleans, trapping people in their homes.

Miller, 24 and a strong swimmer, jumped into the rushing water to retrieve plywood and other debris that he would use to build a raft capable of holding nine.”

He used his raft to rescue some two dozen people who would be dead now if he had chosen to sit around and wait for his mayor, his governor, or FEMA, none of whom had a chance of responding as quickly or as capably of an innovative, courageous young man already right there on the scene.

They needed to eat, but the power was gone, their food was wet, and supplies were scarce. There was meat in the freezer. So “He opened the oven, ripped out the oven racks and placed them over a drawer and started a fire with a match and some of the children’s school books.” That’s the kind of thinking you need in an emergency. No government agency is an acceptable replacement.

This man is another American hero like Jabbar Gibson.

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Bwahaha- a little comic relief

Sean Penn, Rescue Ranger- Not He is wearing a stylish white flak jacket instead of a lifevest. California Conservative’s roving photo(shopping) journalist has more.


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If I Could….

I would have this on one narrow wall to the left of a doorway in our new house. I would have a similar design on the other side.
Tile design by Burne-Jones for William Morris

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Another Must Read Blog

Busy day, nobody has time for it, there’s too much information coming in…. I know, I know. But this is wonderful stuff. I almost copied this to email to send it personally to several friends whom I knew would love it- but then I figured this was more efficient.

Proteus at Eject, Eject, Eject! has a brilliant piece, unfortunately by his own estimation rated R for language (but hey, the people he writes about are rated X for annihilating hubris and stupidity). Parents will want to screen. Here’s one excerpt. He writes about the difference between two kinds of people, the idiots and those of us who

simply do what millions and millions and millions of my fellow Americans do every day, in ways large and small. They step up to the plate, not because they want to be heroes, but because someone has to do it. These simple people donate their time, their money, their food, their cars and their houses every single day, and ask and expect nothing in return, while a few miles away from me in Brentwood millionaire movie stars throw fabulous parties to remind each other how swell they are, then waltz out into their chauffeured limos with their tens or hundreds of millions of dollars firmly in place, feeling good that they had the chance to really make a difference by raising awareness of whichever cause they feel will most make up for their feelings of inadequacy and guilt by showing both themselves and us just how much better people they really are.

What kind of money could Barbra and Martin and Tim and Susan and Gwenneth and George and Steven and Viggo and Linda and Harvey and Brad and Angelina and Ben and all the rest – how much could they really put together, if they actually believed what they say – not to mention the cash available to the Malodorous Michigan Manatee of Mendacity? What kind of check could they write? $500 million would be less than 10% of every outspoken celebrities’ combined wealth. That money could take every poor person in LA county and put them into much nicer apartments than the one I live in. They could, at a stroke, shame the President, the Congress, and the evil NeoCon warmongers by putting every displaced person in New Orleans in a Marriott for a year. They claim this is the kind of better human they have evolved into.

Why don’t they do it?

They don’t do it because that Tribe worships the golden statue of themselves, that’s why. A church-going pharmacist in Des Moines would be ashamed of herself for giving only 10% of her modest salary. But Sean Penn can take himself, an entourage and a personal photographer – that’s three or four people in a four-person boat – and show us all how incredibly big and down-home he is by sailing off a few feet to rescue people, before the boat sinks from the incompetence of failing to put in the drainage plug. He wore a very nice white flak vest, instead of the passé orange life preserver, because getting shot at is a lot more macho looking, if a million or so times less likely, than drowning because you went out into the water with a lead vest rather than a life vest. It’s a scene in the trailer that runs incessantly in their heads: In a world run by evil corporations, a rebel who plays by his own rules starts a deadly game of cat and mouse with an all-powerful conspiracy in this searing portrait of extraordinary courage in a life under siege, starring…me!

I was actually ready to publicly commend the guy, until I heard about the personal photographer. If he wanted to help people – and that’s all – he could have paid for that boat, and a few hundred others, manned them with reasonably competent recreational boaters, and sent out a flotilla. But no. It’s not about having people saved. It’s about something else entirely. It’s about having people saved by Sean Penn. That’s when I realized that whether it’s the Murderous Regime in Iraq, or the Murderous Regime in Iran, or the Murderous Storm in Louisiana…ultimately, it’s all about Sean Penn. Peace Be Upon Him.

But thank God we have people like him, and the rest of that vain, useless, smug, self-centered, incompetent, insecure and thoroughly broken Tribe to point out the error of our ways.

Bonnet Tip to Michelle Malkin, another must read blog today. I especially recommend All Politics is Delusional (by Bryan Preston), Michelle’s posts on FEMA’s screwups (yes, there are plenty to go around, but you won’t read about the real problems in the MSM), and Oh, dear God, the lost children of Katrina. God have mercy.

Updated: added the missing link to the Eject essay and corrected the spelling of one word.

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Read it and Sputter

Mayor Nagin is offering five day long paid vacations to NO police officers. To Vegas.

“Mr. Nagin, who has been demanding more federal assistance for days as his city struggled with despair, death and flooding, said he had asked the Federal Emergency Management Agency to pay for the trips but the agency said it could not. He said the city, therefore, would pay the costs.

He said he believed there were now enough National Guard members in the city to allow the police to take a break and still keep the city secure, and he brushed off questions about whether such a trip might look like a dereliction of duty.

“I’ll take the heat on that,” Mr. Nagin said. “We want to cater to them.”

And get this- Colonel Ebbert who is director for Homeland Security for the city, the local official in charge of the police and fire departments and other emergency services, the guy who has been so witheringly critical of President Bush and the Federal government says that he’s taking a break, too.

Furthemore, “New Orleans officials said they would remain in charge. Mr. Riley, who has been on the police force for 24 years, will oversee the police department in the superintendent’s absence.

“We haven’t turned over control of the city,” Colonel Ebbert said.”

Nagin said he declared Martial Law in a previous interview. Sorry, but Martial Law means the military is control, in charge. The mayor never had the authority to make that call, but he claimed that the Federal government was in charge. But it’s not. So whose responsibility is this?

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A Narnian Lullaby

Go listen to the lovely sounds of
Mr. Tumnus’ Lullaby. You can also find the sheet music, which does not look too terribly difficult.
The composer, Harry Gregson-Williams, said that since Mr. Tumnus’s instrument was purely fictional, so he could just just decide what sound he thought best fit. It’s an Armenian instrument called a Duduk. The site where I looked it up said it was something like a clarinet.
Isn’t it absolutely lovely?

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Music Meme

I got this via Bookish Gardener, who says “This meme from Robert at The LLama Butchers is just what I need right now: Go to Music Outfitters and find their list of the 100 top songs for the year you graduated from high school. Bold the ones you liked, strike the ones you hated, and leave alone the ones to which you were indifferent or that you can’t remember.” Also underline the one you liked the most.
Took me a while to figure out how to ‘dial up’ the songs. Turns out you just type in the year you graduated in the search box. Technically, I graduated with the class of 80, but in fact, had enough credits to graduate in ’79. We moved from one state to another. The new state didn’t recognize many of my credits and didn’t think I took enough P.E., so they wanted me to go to school with a full load and take a night class. I thought that was stupic. So I transferred my credits back to my old high school and my diploma was in process midterm. I was done. Granny Tea, being the hidebound conventional person she is, insisted that I had to keep going to highschool, even though I’d already sent my credits back to my old school, and the grades in my new schoo wouldn’t even be finished until after I had my diploma and GPA in hand. I thought that was stupid. So… I was enrolled on campus for three or four classes, and I either did not go, or I went but did not participate, and finally I browbeat her into letting me quit since it Did. Not. Matter. As soon as my last class was over I rushed to work, where I was earning money for college. I guess that I’m listed as a graduate at one high school and a drop out at another.
Well, thanks for the trip down memory lane. Point is that I didn’t actually recognize most of the 1980 songs because my head was out of high school even while my body was rebelliously, defiantly, and unwillingly in it for part of that year. I did recognize the 1979 songs, though, so here they are:

1. My Sharona, The Knack
2. Bad Girls, Donna Summer
3. Le Freak, Chic
4. Da Ya Think I’m Sexy, Rod Stewart
5. Reunited, Peaches and Herb
6. I Will Survive, Gloria Gaynor
7. Hot Stuff, Donna Summer
8. Y.M.C.A., Village People
9. Ring My Bell, Anita Ward
10. Sad Eyes, Robert John
11. Too Much Heaven, Bee Gees
12. MacArthur Park, Donna Summer

13. When You’re In Love With A Beautiful Woman, Dr. Hook
14. Makin’ It, David Naughton
15. Fire, Pointer Sisters
16. Tragedy, Bee Gees
17. A Little More Love, Olivia Newton-John

18. Heart Of Glass, Blondie
19. What A Fool Believes, Doobie Brothers
20. Good Times, Chic
21. You Don’t Bring Me Flowers, Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond
22. Knock On Wood, Amii Stewart
23. Stumblin’ In, Suzi Quatro and Chris Norman
24. Lead Me On, Maxine Nightingale
25. Shake Your Body, Jacksons
26. Don’t Cry Out Loud, Melissa Manchester
27. The Logical Song, Supertramp
28. My Life, Billy Joel

29. Just When I Needed You Most, Randy Vanwarmer
30. You Can’t Change That, Raydio
31. Shake Your Groove Thing, Peaches and Herb
32. I’ll Never Love This Way Again, Dionne Warwick
33. Love You Inside Out, Bee Gees
34. I Want You To Want Me, Cheap Trick
35. The Main Event (Fight), Barbra Streisand
36. Mama Can’t Buy You Love, Elton John
37. I Was Made For Dancin’, Leif Garrett
38. After The Love Has Gone, Earth, Wind and Fire
39. Heaven Knows, Donna Summer and Brooklyn Dreams
40. The Gambler, Kenny Rogers
41. Lotta Love, Nicolette Larson
42. Lady, Little River Band
43. Heaven Must Have Sent You, Bonnie Pointer
44. Hold The Line, Toto
45. He’s The Greatest Dancer, Sister Sledge
46. Sharing The Night Together, Dr. Hook
47. She Believes In Me, Kenny Rogers
48. In The Navy, Village People
49. Music Box Dancer, Frank Mills
50. The Devil Went Down To Georgia, Charlie Daniels Band
51. Gold, John Stewart
52. Goodnight Tonight, Wings
53. We Are Family, Sister Sledge
54. Rock ‘N’ Roll Fantasy, Bad Company
55. Every 1′s A Winner, Hot Chocolate
56. Take Me Home, Cher
57. Boogie Wonderland, Earth, Wind and Fire
58. (Our Love) Don’t Throw It All Away, Andy Gibb
59. What You Won’t Do For Love, Bobby Caldwell
60. New York Groove, Ace Frehley
61. Sultans Of Swing, Dire Straits
62. I Want Your Love, Chic
63. Chuck E’s In Love, Rickie Lee Jones
64. I Love The Night Life, Alicia Bridges
65. Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now, McFadden and Whitehead
66. Lonesome Loser, Little River Band
67. Renegade, Styx
68. Love Is The Answer, England Dan and John Ford Coley
69. Got To Be Real, Cheryl Lynn
70. Born To Be Alive, Patrick Hernandez
71. Shine A Little Love, Electric Light Orchestra
72. I Just Fall In Love Again, Anne Murray
73. Shake It, Ian Matthews
74. I Was Made For Lovin’ You, Kiss
75. I Just Wanna Stop, Gino Vannelli
76. Disco Nights, G.Q.
77. Ooh Baby Baby, Linda Ronstadt
78. September, Earth, Wind and Fire
79. Time Passages, Al Stewart
80. Rise, Herb Alpert
81. Don’t Bring Me Down, Electric Light Orchestra
82. Promises, Eric Clapton
83. Get Used To It, Roger Voudouris
84. How Much I Feel, Ambrosia
85. Suspicions, Eddie Rabbitt
86. You Take My Breath Away, Rex Smith
87. How You Gonna See Me Now, Alice Cooper
88. Double Vision, Foreigner
89. Every Time I Think Of You, Babys
90. I Got My Mind Made Up, Instant Funk
91. Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough, Michael Jackson

92. Bad Case Of Lovin’ You, Robert Palmer
93. Somewhere In The Night, Barry Manilow
94. We’ve Got Tonite, Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band
95. Dance The Night Away, Van Halen
96. Dancing Shoes, Nigel Olsson
97. The Boss, Diana Ross
98. Sail On, Commodores
99. I Do Love You, G.Q.
100. Strange Way, Firefall

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Music Carnival

Owlish Mutterings hosted the music carnival this week. Unfortunately, since so many bloggers are focused on Katrina, the history of the levy problems in New Orleans, Able Danger, the late Chief Justice Renquist, the newly nominated for Chief Justice Judge Roberts, and the UN Scam, only one person remembered to send OM a music post.

That did not stop this dedicated blogger, though. Owlish went out and hunted up a nice collection of music posts to share, generously linking with many other bloggers (including us). Please reward that dedication and hard work by clicking on the link and checking out this very nicely done carnival.

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Blogs to Read

Skip the middle woman today (me) and just go read these great blogs:

PUndit Guy: Especially How We Die; The post on Census Data; and the post on Internet Archives- maybe you can help.

Mudville Gazette: You want to read it all, but especially First Responders, Baghdad on the Bayou (here is possibly the only place you will read of Mayor Nagin and Governor Blanco’s statements like “These are some of the 40,000 extra troops that I have demanded,” Blanco said. “They have M-16s, and they’re locked and loaded … I have one message for these hoodlums: These troops know how to shoot and kill, and they are more than willing to do so if necessary, and I expect they will,” and Nagin’s idiotic statement that he had “declared Martial Law in the city and directed the city’s 1,500 person police force to do “whatever it takes” to regain control of the city.

Nagin said that Martial Law means that officers don’t have to worry about civil rights and Miranda rights in stopping the looters.
martial law means officers have permission to shoot to kill.” To count the ways that Nagin is wrong, you’ll have to read Mudville. HInt: He has no authority to declare ‘martial law,’ and martial law has nothing to do with the police officers.

And you especially want to read Riding on the City of New Orleans. HEre you will find all kinds of information and quotes from New Orleans’ disaster plan- the one they had on paper and were supposed to follow. I think you will be surprised by who is and who is not mentioned in this plan. Or maybe you won’t be surprised if you you don’t rely on CNN for your news.

And, of course, you want to read Junkyard Blog. Just keep reading. Note especially the story of another stolen bus, and keep it in mind when Nagin’s defenders complain that he might have had buses, but who would drive them. Note also the police officer who ” was given three month’s pay, at New Orleans Police Department, given three month’s pay and said, “You need to leave, you need to relocate, find another unit, another district, division, or another job because to clean up this city is going to take three to five years.”

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Yahoo! Entertainment Headline: “Re-live this summer’s top 5 celebrity scandals”

How disgusting. There are more entertaining things to do. And life is short enough already; I don’t know why you’d want to become familiar with these scandals in the first place, let alone re-living them.

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