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2005-09-09

Hello Mr Lightfoot!!

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down,
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

Well, it's not the Gitche Gumee, but Lake Pontchetrain. Big Lake, in the heart of an area where some very evil shit was done in the 50's and 60's when people were pushing for equal rights. Where were the three civil rights workers killed while they were registering to vote? In Mississippi, fairly close by. Where were they buried? ...a levee... Creepy, eh?

Now we see dead people floating around after the levee broke. Maybe it didn't break. What if it "gave up it's dead?" What if the lake did that when the skies of September turned gloomy? What happens if they identify the bodies and find someone who went missing years ago?

Could this mean the lake actually pulled the storm to New Orleans? Was it divine justice? Was the place getting so wicked it had to be cleansed? Was giving up the dead part of the process of the lake repairing itself like it was? Or were the "Ghosts of Mississippi" pulling the storm over across the river? After all, it hit on the Mississippi coast, not directly on New Orleans...

Who knows...maybe we'll find Jimmy Hoffa floating by...

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