I don't know if you can imagine how sensitive the subject is for me. I lived in the New Orleans area when the storm hit. I had to leave my house and lived in a small hotel room for weeks. (I blogged occasionally during that time at the Port Allen public library.) After returning home, it was like living on the moon. Everything had changed and not for the better.
I read a blog that kind of set me off. The individual said, "Katrina was over the moment the storm passed." That person obviously didn't live in New Orleans. Let me tell you that Katrina LINGERED. It was like a noxious fog settled over the city and not for the couple of hours that the storm was hitting but after it passed, during the levee break, during the flood, during the violence, the looting, the death, the devastation it all happened DURING Katrina.
Post Script: I was fortunate. I came home to a house, to my family safe and sound (but even they have their stories: like my aunt, who lived in the 9th ward, having to get lifted from her roof top by a helicopter to saftey. Or my family who lived in Chalmette that literally lost every single possession: baby pictures, clothes, cars, etc... That's traumatic.) Not everyone was as lucky. People lost their homes, family members, schools, possessions, everything... I'm not trying to say that I had it the worst... That I suffered the worst. I didn't, but I was there. So it would give me a little more perspective than that idiot blogger who doesn't know the half of it.