I've read all your posts in this thread, and I'm trying to find some common ground on which to sympathize with you. I'm having a very hard time doing so.
I really don't care about the hurricane victims. I highly doubt that the people walking through Walmart with shopping carts full of clothing and electronics would send me one f'ing red cent if I was in need (and I AM in need, by the way).
The people you see looting Wal-Mart and the legions of people trapped in the city this last week represent a very small percentage of those who have been affected by Katrina. The vast majority of those who lost EVERYTHING THEY OWN were the several hundred thousand other inhabitants of New Orleans and every other city and town along the gulf coast that has seen itself effectively erased from the map. These people lost their jobs, and their homes and every single material possession they couldn't carry with them when they left. They are facing months and possibly even years with not a single thing to their names, with the impossible task of rebuilding a life that simply does not exist anymore.
Perhaps you're having a hard time getting your mind around that idea, I know I still am. But what might help you to find the barest amount of compassion for those in situations far and away more pitiable than yours is to remember that while you sit and feel sorry for yourself and the sad condition of your life, you are doing it with a roof over your head, with water readily available from the tap, with a shower to in which to clean yourself, with a bed to sleep in, with food in the cupboards, with a roomate to help pick up the slack, with a television to watch the destruction on, with a computer and internet access that allows you a place to tell your sad story, and a job that gives you $21,000 a year in which to fund this miserable, terrible life you lead. Why, given the squalid conditions you must exist in, should you be expected to have empathy for anyone else?
Life is tough all over, sonnyboy. You lost your job and took a big pay cut, and you lost the house that you could no longer afford. It sucks, big time. But you didn't lose everything, did you? You might not have the comfortable life you became accustomed to, but $21,000 a year hardly puts you out on the streets either. There are families of four out there who are making the same money you do who fell less sorry for themselves. So you sit and lament the condition of your life all you want, but any sympathy I might have felt at your plight disappeared with the attitude of entitlement that accompanied your relaying it.