Foamy... Several of my friends have told me that I speak like Foamy... Its 'ok'. They are still my friends. I don't have a problem with Foamy. I'm down with Foamy. I can tell he is closer to my neck of the sprawl than I am right now.. If that rabid squirrel shows his mug down at the shore, we could hang.

Now, to the point... This Foamy cartoon is a definite departure from the normal ranting we expect from our high strung pal. Within Foamy's heavily filtered voice, I very clearly hear something not present in his other rants: True genuine concern. Go Foamy.

After watching this, I actually took the time to seriously sit and ponder the obvious question that follows Foamy's rant. How can I help? Its a hard question to answer. I don't have money to toss at the problem, and I question the effectiveness of that unless I can target it anyway. I can't head down there right now, and if I could I'm not sure what I would be able to accomplish. All the things I can come up with are long term results of things I'm already working on and it amounts to a copout. I'm being challenged by a flash squirrel, damnit. Good job Foamy.

Before this disaster is over, I will find some way to help those affected by it. It didn't take Foamy to push me to that conclusion, it had already happened, but I'm adding him retroactively to my list of premises.

While we are at it, take in Anne Rice's take on the situation, via the New York Times.