The Houston Texas Metro is fighting for it’s vary existence. Battling two catastrophes one right after the other: first the devastation of Hurricane Ike, second the far more lethal attack of the liberal media.

Admittedly the lucky ones, we live in Katy Texas a suburb west of Houston and as advised by the authorities in order to leave the roads open for those in the coastal areas we rode out the hurricane. 

Myself, my wife, our 2 girls (7 and 9), our golden retriever and the cat. Being our first big blow we listened carefully for a week and did as suggested. We got together our essentials: water, food, batteries, pet food and extra medications. We toped off our gas tanks, boarded up the windows, purchased an extra tank of propane for the grill, filled the bath tub with water to flush the toilet, all the things that those with experience as well as the media recommended and we hunkered down. Those of our friends, neighbors and co-workers that stayed did the same.

I have to admit this Vietnam veteran was more then a little afraid once the storm hit. All the embellished media hype we had expected of course but let me tell you, 80 to 100 mph sustained winds for 8 to 10 hours, with gusts of I don’t even want to know. Heavy rain, tree branches, debris and a lot of (what the hell was that’s) defying gravity in every which direction, it can give you a whole new respect for Mother Nature.

After a sleepless night our neighborhood poked its collective head out to a light rain about 8:30 am and exhaled a sigh of relief. Oh there was damage, the power was out, trees down, screens missing, storage buildings strewn about, almost every fence in the subdivision a shambles and talk about a mess, looked like a garden center blew up. But nowhere near the devastation some of us expected and thank god no one was seriously hurt at least not in our area. Fortunately for us during the night the storm had veered east and spared us the “dirty side”.

Within an hour or so most where out in front of our homes comparing stories, the battery radios assured us the worst was over and we went about doing what neighbors do, what Texans do, what Americans do, we got on about fixing it. We cleaned up, we piled up, we bagged up, we lifted, chopped, sawed and we stacked. The homes of those few who had left where cleaned up too. I fired up our camping percolator not just for my wife and I but for anyone willing or desperate enough for caffeine (not great coffee, John Wayne was not always right). From a few doors down came someone with candy for the kids, at least a dozen under 10 on our little street. A couple of families had generators which could have run there whole homes but instead they ran extension cords to surrounding homes so more could have essentials. Perishables where brought from those who could not be reached and placed in the refrigerators and freezers of those on a generators.

When the storm left the Houston area most where left without communications except cell phones (with no way to recharge), most had no potable water and more than 95% had no electricity. Our largest utility provider supplies electricity to 2.26 million homes and businesses in the Houston area, of those 2.1+ million where without. The 4^th largest city in the country had problems but we weren’t licked.

Incredibly at 5:00 that afternoon the lights flicked on at my little street and have stayed on since. Within 24 hours we had lights, phone, cable and internet, we where still being asked to boil our water but with all we had stored up a minor inconvenience. Just shy of a miracle.

Then a late Sunday afternoon press conference and my outlook was stomped on by a size 12 war boot of the elitist liberal media. The announcement from authorities was meant to be an update and lots of progress had been made, shelters where up and reconstruction had begun. We had mayors, county judges, law enforcement, the governor even the director of FEMA. All taking time off the hard work of putting South Texas back together again to give the citizens a pep talk, to let us all know that they cared and to help us keep our spirits up.

But no, the media can’t have a press conference not be about them, as soon as the conference was opened to questions the sharks attacked: “Why is the relief not here yet, don’t you realize people are in need”? “Why can’t people go back to there homes?” “Who’s responsible for this breakdown”? This is Bush’s fault isn’t it?

I lost it, “who do these buffoons think they are stealing my communication”? I screamed at the TV (I think I scared the cat). I know my blood pressure jumped at least 20 points, my wife turned off the set afraid for my well being.

I know what will happen, one of the vary few Houstonians with an entitlement attitude will be put on national news with quotes from the press conference and we will be painted with the same brush as New Orleans (some 300,000 of whom are still here living off of our generosity and filling our jails).

When I calm down (I’m thinking sometime in 2012), I will provide some links and more details of our ongoing battle with the narcissistic liberals that run the media.

In the mean time, I know my country and its people, you will be asked to help the people of Texas and you will respond, you always do, thank you in advance. For my neighbors and myself we are fine, but a lot of folks down here need a helping hand. But if you really want to help us, yourselves and our country; stop buying there papers, stop watching there (wana be) news shows and use the cash register at your favorite retailer to let there advertisers know how you, how we all feel. Then when there all in the unemployment line…(use your imagination here for your own enjoyment).