It’s not supposed to be this way

In all of my wife’s and my years of helping out with youth group at our Catholic parish here in Omaha, there was one band of brothers who were absolute stalwarts in “Connections.”

That would be Justin, Chris and Joel. Teen-agers aren’t supposed to be that dependable . . . or universally good-natured . . . or selfless . . . or faith-filled, for that matter. It gets your attention when you run across the likes of Justin, Chris and Joel.

Mrs. Favog and I had the pleasure of watching this trio of eventual Eagle Scouts come into the high-school group as 14-year-old kids — first Justin, then Chris a couple of years later, then Joel a couple of years after that. More than anything, you remember two things. First, that they were always there, and you could always count on them. Each of the three even worked in the church office.

Second, you remember knowing from the first time you saw them that they were going to grow up to be good men. God knows that’s not nothing, not today. It’s a lot.

OVER THE YEARS, amid the teen-age hustling mob, we watched Justin fall in love with Annie, then stand beside her right after graduation as she fought cancer. We always knew they’d get married, and they did — we rushed to make it to a hurried ceremony at church, hours before Justin shipped off to Iraq.

He came back in one piece, finished his hitch, and then we watched as yesterday’s high-school kids became parents of a dear little girl.

Likewise, we watched Chris grow into a fine young man and fall in love with Abby. I think “Connections,” in some mystical Catholic way, must be some kind of institutional Yenta.

And this summer, after Chris’ graduation from college, we all gathered for Chris and Abby’s wedding. Of course, Joel — the youngest sibling, now a newly minted paramedic — was the life of the party.

A couple of us old farts reminded Joel that we would blackmail him, just as soon as his future children were old enough to hear stories about their old man.

And after the honeymoon, Chris was off to optometry school in Philadelphia, where his bride would join him this winter after her graduation.

NOW CHRIS lies in grave condition in a Philly hospital, having fallen victim to something they call Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome. Today, the updates have gone from so-so to catastrophic.

It’s not supposed to be this way: Chris and Abby have their whole lives together before them. Bright futures, successful careers, perfect children.

Grave illness is for middle-aged fat men like me. It’s for those of us who have the luxury of thanking God for the grace of a life well lived, or mourning over roads not taken and opportunities squandered.

It’s not fair that hopes and dreams, future years of marital love and generations to come should teeter upon some existential precipice, shakily tethered to this world by IV drips and a ventilator. There’s something horribly and frighteningly wrong with this picture.

It’s one of those mysteries we Catholics keep talking about. I’ve faced them before, real close to home. Now we face another.

And I hate it.

Please, if you have a moment, say a prayer for Chris and Abby. They need them so much, and life is so unfair.

Barbarians at the gate

With friends like this, as this Times-Picayune video demonstrates, poor folks in New Orleans are SOL.

These aren’t “activists,” and they aren’t “progressives.” What they are . . . are barbarians. At the gate.

The fear of being associated in any way with uncivilized, anarchistic trash such as this is why I’ll never call myself “progressive.” I prefer last New Deal Democrat standing, myself.

In the case of New Orleans’ homegrown idiots and professional mau-mauers — not to mention Slacker Nation that showed up in “solidarity” with them — “progressive” couldn’t be more ironic a moniker.

I’d say these fools are positively regressive. Regressive all the way back to Attila the Hun at the gates of Rome.

Martin died for fools like this?

I guess the TV lady’s stories weren’t on today.

Instead, Sharon Jasper was at the New Orleans City Council meeting screaming “racist” at a white man who favored demolishing four of the city’s housing projects in favor of mixed-income developments.

LATER, Jasper complained to the council that opponents were being treated “inhuman” and that she liked to have nice things, like anyone else.

She said she grew up in the projects, and her family always had nice things, because they wanted live well. She said that, in her now-abandoned apartment in the projects, she had a side-by-side refrigerator-freezer.

Because she likes nice things. Like her 60-inch TV. Inside the publicly funded apartment she occupies. Because she doesn’t have the money to actually pay rent herself.

I guess it’s racist to suggest that if you don’t have the money to pay rent, you don’t have the money to be buying big-screen televisions.

Hell, I would like a big-screen TV. Unfortunately, we have this thing called a “house payment.” Unlike Sharon Jasper, the unwitting spokesmodel for What the Hell is Wrong With New Orleans. Well, at least a sizable chunk of what’s wrong with New Orleans — and a big, big part of why the rest of America has had it up the wazoo with the Crescent City.

You don’t believe this ex-Louisianian who now lives in the Midwest? Check out the comboxes for any story having anything to do with Katrina and federal aid for New Orleans.

Can anyone say “extreme sense of entitlement”? How about “extreme outlook-reality disconnect”?

Then again, we’re all just racists. Unlike the saintly souls engaging in a near-riot outside City Hall and the ones inside the council chamber shouting down council members and brawling with police.

Attacking police officers. At the city council meeting.

HERE’S A BIT of The Times-Picayune’s liveblogging on the contentious council meeting way down yonder . . . in America’s Chechnya:

11 a.m.: Meeting begins after several people ousted from chambers

The council finally opens the meeting, with the customary pledge to allegiance and the playing of the national anthem. At this time, several people have been removed by police, including rapper Sess 4-5, who when asked for his real name by a reporter, replies, “F—- off.”

The chamber is filled and quiet, after the fracas that broke out in the center of the chamber near the podium.

10:54 a.m.: Protesters scream as they are forcibly ejected

Protester Krystal Muhammad is carried out of the chamber by a group of police and deputies. She screams repeatedly. “I’m not a slave!” she shouts. A second woman is also forcibly removed, as Fielkow calls the meeting to order, one hour late.

“Next time you’ll be asked to leave,” an officer tells the remaining crowd. “Plain and simple.”

The Rev. James Smith gives the invocation: “May we never be lazy in our work for peace. May we honor those who have died in defense of our ideals….Help all of us to appreciate one another.”

10:50 a.m.: Fights break out, police struggle to maintain order

A struggle breaks out in council chambers. Police officers race to break it up. At least three people are ejected, as shouting fills the chamber. A woman slaps at a cameraman’s lens, drawing his ire.

“Security, security,” Council President Arnie Fielkow says into the microphone. “If you do not obey the rules, you must leave.”

Krystal Muhammad shouts out, “I’m not going nowhere.”

10:42 a.m.: Protesters boo council members

Several protesters greet the council members with boos and slurs. Krystal Muhammad calls Council Member Stacy Head a racist. Head responds by blowing a kiss and waving to her.

Muhammad keeps shouting. “Stacy Head, she’s the real devil in charge!”

Jay Arena shouts, “Jackie Clarkson, you’re a sell-out.”

10:37 a.m.: Council finally enters to howls from audience

Council members begin entering the chamber.

“Bring your coward selves out here!” Krystal Muhammad shouts. “Let the people in here. We’ve got plenty of seats in here.”

Muhammad, who says she is with the New Black Panther Party, calls out to the council members: “You no good sell outs. I bet your house is still standing!”

10:30 a.m.:Lawyer criticizes council for limiting audience

City Hall officials stick by their earlier statement that they are limiting the crowd to 278 for safety reasons. Council members still haven’t entered the room. The meeting was set for 10 a.m.

Attorney Tracie Washington accused officials of changing the rules for the public housing crowd.

“That’s retarded,” Washington says to Peggy Lewis, clerk of council. “You have to let these people in. You’ve got 800,000 police here. Ain’t nobody going to do anything in here.”

10:22 a.m.: Both sides wait for meeting to start, words exchanged

“I’m for the demolition and rebuilding,” says John Ales, 42, a cook who lives in Mid-City. He is the man seated behind Sharon Sears Jasper, who minutes earlier had called him a “racist white man.”

Meanwhile, the council members have yet to enter the chamber. A man is shouting in front of a bevy of video cameras about the homeless problem and how he is from public housing. “All of us are getting screwed,” he shouts.

10:15 a.m.: Audience told they must take a seat, tempers flare

The meeting hasn’t started yet. Council members haven’t entered the chamber.

Civil sheriff’s deputies continue to try and keep order, telling the people inside that they may not stand during the meeting and that everyone must have a seat. Tempers flare in one section of the chamber.

“You’re a racist white man,” Sharon Sears Jasper, a former St. Bernard complex resident shouts at a man seated behind her.

“Ma’am, the color of my skin isn’t the issue,” the man replies.

“Stop the demolition! Stop the demolition!” several people start chanting.