DEAR GOD,
Here's the deal: I know I don't believe in you. YOU know I don't believe in you. Or you would know, if you existed. But if you DO exist, perhaps you could make sure my family in Christchurch are OK. Because I can't get a hold of any of them, and I figure you have a bit of an edge on me given that you have that whole omnipotence thing going on.
While you're doing that, if you could just look after the people of Christchurch I would really appreciate it, although you didn't prevent your own beautiful Cathedral from caving in, WITH PEOPLE IN IT, you bastard.
Yours,
Atheist, But Here's Your Chance To Do Something About That.
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The news has just confirmed the death toll as 17. Seventeen. I know that doesn't sound like a big number but... oh dear god that poor city.
I got a hold of two friends, including the indominable suzycat . She's OK, but last I heard from her she wasn't able to get a hold o her parents. My other friends are also OK, but they can't contact one of their sons. I haven't heard from two another friends and I can't get a hold of my Christchurch relatives. They at least don't live in the CBD, so I'm hopeful that they're fine and that I just can't get them because the phone lines are down (they're... oldies and they don't do that mobile phone thing).
I don't know what to do. I have friends and rellies there, I'm in the same country, but I can't do a damn thing. The blood donor service put out a call at the hospital this afternoon for donations, but they won't tak mine (UK person potentially exposed to Mad Cow Disease, don't'cha know). The hospital is on alert and this afternoon saw all the crisis/emergency/contingency planning people swing into gear in the office next to mine. Me and the team couldn't do anything but try to look after the staff who had CHC rellies and were desperately trying to make contact with them.
I feel useless. Utterly, utterly useless - to be so close but so far away, and so utterly powerless to do anything other than hope.
DAMMIT.
FUCKING HELL. FUCKING HELL FUCKING HELL FUCKING HELL, death toll revised.
TO SIXTY FIVE.
Sixty. Fucking. Five. Oh my god.
While you're doing that, if you could just look after the people of Christchurch I would really appreciate it, although you didn't prevent your own beautiful Cathedral from caving in, WITH PEOPLE IN IT, you bastard.
Yours,
Atheist, But Here's Your Chance To Do Something About That.
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The news has just confirmed the death toll as 17. Seventeen. I know that doesn't sound like a big number but... oh dear god that poor city.
I got a hold of two friends, including the indominable suzycat . She's OK, but last I heard from her she wasn't able to get a hold o her parents. My other friends are also OK, but they can't contact one of their sons. I haven't heard from two another friends and I can't get a hold of my Christchurch relatives. They at least don't live in the CBD, so I'm hopeful that they're fine and that I just can't get them because the phone lines are down (they're... oldies and they don't do that mobile phone thing).
I don't know what to do. I have friends and rellies there, I'm in the same country, but I can't do a damn thing. The blood donor service put out a call at the hospital this afternoon for donations, but they won't tak mine (UK person potentially exposed to Mad Cow Disease, don't'cha know). The hospital is on alert and this afternoon saw all the crisis/emergency/contingency planning people swing into gear in the office next to mine. Me and the team couldn't do anything but try to look after the staff who had CHC rellies and were desperately trying to make contact with them.
I feel useless. Utterly, utterly useless - to be so close but so far away, and so utterly powerless to do anything other than hope.
DAMMIT.
FUCKING HELL. FUCKING HELL FUCKING HELL FUCKING HELL, death toll revised.
TO SIXTY FIVE.
Sixty. Fucking. Five. Oh my god.