Do you know what it feels like to see that when you live here? We live in the "mightiest nation on earth," and yet we know that if this thing ("Dean" it could be) comes near enough, a good bit of our city could be over.
And I feel a little like those Romans on the northern frontier who saw the first "barbarians" ("hairy ones") head into their mighty empire.
I sat at the table yesterday with the executives of a leading New Orleans business. They calmly talked about how the wrong kind of storm would wipe New Orleans out, owing to the destroyed wetlands, bad levees, and questionable pumps. No one seemed angry; they just seemed to accept it as inevitable.
It's not inevitable, and I'm angry.