10-03-2005, 02:19 AM
The only thing in my mind that gives it any sort of credibility at all is that people have gone in, snatched pieces of the levee, and explosive residue has been found.
The question. "Why?" Or "Who?" It had nothing to do with saving part of the city I don't think. But, if you were a land owner, with hundreds of slum houses, that you were pretty much stuck with, and you wanted to be rid of them to build shiny new condos, shopping malls, and fast food establishments, what would you do?
I mean, it would be a once in a lifetime opportunity to be rid of something that nobody really wants.
To develop the 9th ward, you would have to destroy the whole neighborhood. Drive away all the current occupants, the gangs, the criminals, the drug dealers, the whores, and the desperate poor. You could never redevelop a thriving community with that element in place. You would have to raze everything and start over.
Which they can do now.
Just something to think about.
The question. "Why?" Or "Who?" It had nothing to do with saving part of the city I don't think. But, if you were a land owner, with hundreds of slum houses, that you were pretty much stuck with, and you wanted to be rid of them to build shiny new condos, shopping malls, and fast food establishments, what would you do?
I mean, it would be a once in a lifetime opportunity to be rid of something that nobody really wants.
To develop the 9th ward, you would have to destroy the whole neighborhood. Drive away all the current occupants, the gangs, the criminals, the drug dealers, the whores, and the desperate poor. You could never redevelop a thriving community with that element in place. You would have to raze everything and start over.
Which they can do now.
Just something to think about.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."