She also sends along an update on relief efforts:
I’ve been out of touch for a week: it’s been very weird. I just got internet service back about an hour ago, we also lost power and running water, which is a major PITA. But it’s much worse in Immokalee, a very poor farming community just east of here. Many of the residents are migrant farmers here to pick the fall crops, and the crops were destroyed. They live in trailers, and the trailers were destroyed. They’re desperately poor, and yet our governor had the nerve to shake his finger and say “people should have planned better. You had plenty of warning, and you should have had 72 hours worth of supplies in advance, because of course FEMA is going to take a few days to get organized.” Blech. We had volunteers here with hot food trucks and coffee and boxes of food within 24 hours. We had insurance companies with mobile response units. We had scam artists with fake contractors licenses offering to fix people’s roofs. But FEMA trucks couldn’t get here because “the roads were impassable.” Ri-i-i-i-igt.It’s quite amazing that even though no amount of heartlessness or incompetence manages to surprise me anymore, my capacity for disgust at the same seems to have an endless reserve. I just don’t think no matter how much they screw up, I’ll ever be inured to experiencing anger at them when they do so yet again.
I’m glad you’re okay, Skywind.
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