Where's the mint under my pillow?

Aaaaaaaaaaargh! Okay, I don't usually rant on this blog but there are some things that just set me off. Living in Louisiana, we get to experience the "fun" of dealing with hurricanes. Now, up here in North Louisiana we usually just get a little wind and a lot of rain, but we also play host to the several hundred thousand south Louisianians who come up for shelter from the storm. Wait, let me reemphasize the word "shelter." "Shelter" does not imply you'll have the same living conditions that you left, and it sure doesn't imply luxury, so I get VERY upset when those who have been pushed from their homes by a storm seek SHELTER in our city and then complain that it doesn't meet their standards. GIVE ME A BREAK! Yes, some of the shelters could have had more ammenities, but come on people! A multitude of people from this area gave their vacation time and days off to come to your aid with medical attention and other NECESSITIES, not to mention the HUGE amount of items donated by our community so you didn't have to buy food, water, diapers, etc. One gentleman was quoted as saying, "this city had 3 years to get ready in case a hurricane hit again..." Yes sir, and YOU had 3 years to put aside some money so you could afford a hotel in case of an emergency (something you should expect since you CHOSE to live on the coast where hurricanes are common). Why does a lack of planning on your part become somebody else's fault? The straw on the proverbial camel's back last night was a comment by a lady who said, "I'll get a blanket and sleep out here on the sidewalk before I go back in that place." Hmmm...anybody got a blanket?