September 28, 2010: Dear Katrina Victims, Quit being such pussies and grow a pair.

Excuse me for my inability to feel sympathetic to you and your families. I feel like knowledgeably living in a place that is below sea level and being emotionally distraught when it floods is just beyond my capacity for stupid in this lifetime. And to the celebrities that are appalled at how slow aid came to the areas affected by Hurricane Katrina, either get your hands dirty or shut the hell up with your high and mighty "for the cause" publicity crap. Katrina was a disaster, don't get me wrong. But it was a disaster in a place that had it coming, knew it had it coming, and just couldn't muster up enough energy to give a shit. I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel completely justified in telling them all to suck it up, grow a pair, and get the hell over it.

Another obvious reason to tell Katrina Victims to quit being pussies is that they don't have it that bad. Compared to the rest of the United States and other first world countries they do, but that's not what the Katrina affected areas are right now. They are not first world areas, and compared to some of the third world areas of the world, they are doing GREAT. Suck it up Katrina victims, rural Africa still uses children as slaves. When you revert that far, then we'll talk. Until then, use your "First World" education and SUCK IT UP AND FIX YOUR SHIT. As a "First World" area you should have had emergency supplies. Did you? No. You should have made the appropriate emergency plans. Did you? No. Did you have the opportunity and ability to do those things? HELL YES. Why did you need aid? Because you fucked up. You took things for granted and fucked yourselves over. I'm not going to pity you, that's just not in me considering that you were ill prepared and chose to be that way when you could have chosen otherwise.

All that is really left now, is did you learn your lesson? Probably not. Did I learn anything from this? I should probably prepare for the natural disaster that will eventually hit Los Angeles. Will I? No. Will I give you free reign to talk shit when I don't and do exactly what you did? Yes. Will I be happy about that? No. But that's life.

Love, Polly.