This is the scene block after block, mile after mile in metro New Orleans. You tore out the walls and floor of your flooded house and piled it on the curb for the Corps of Engineers to pick up some time around the time when the bunny delivers Easter eggs. All your earthly possessions are also in that stinking pile. Go order sheetrock and flooring and maybe you can find a contractor before next summer.
You have to buy some clothes because that pair of shorts, a tee shirt and tennis shoes just won't hack it any longer because the first cold front is coming in and temperatures will be in the forties on Tuesday. And, while you're out shopping remember to buy a refrigerator because your old one is being examined by the EPA. Your car is totalled because you evacuated with relatives and left your car. Your boss' business was flooded so you have no job and your children have no school because all the schools were flooded.
You might get an appointment with your flood insurance adjustor (remember, homeowners policy won't cover flood damage) before Christmas. Do all your things in daylight hours because after only 7 weeks your neighborhood still does not have electricity or telephone service.
The Mayor has let go 3000 city employees. Audubon Park has let go 800 employees and City Park has only 10 employees. The Museum of Art won't open for a year because it is funded by the City. The District Attorney's office has money for two more months and without federal aid it will close, then no more arrests can be made in the City.
You say it's so bad you want to die. Sorry, you cannot do that. The funeral homes were flooded, the crematories are backlogged and the cemeteries were flooded so you cannot be buried anytime soon
But, let's see if we can find some more of our tax dollars to send to Pakistan and Afghanistan and Iraq--they need it more than we do.