House of Zathras

When I went to bed last night, it was raining hard. Steady, heavy downpour. Wonderful to go to sleep by. (Yes, I know better than to end a sentence with a preposition.** I’m still too tired to think straight.)

Just woke up a few minutes ago (6:45 AM). Nothing. No rain. Or wind.

Not that bad at all. I’m sure there’s some localized flooding, and maybe some erosion down at the beach. A few roads are temporarily closed. But overall, Ida was a wuss.

Sadly, there will some people here who’ve never been through a bad storm before who’ll think they can handle a ‘real’ storm. People who won’t leave when the next Ivan or Katrina hits. We could have been in school yesterday and today without any real threat. But you can’t judge that in advance. You have to err on the side of caution. You can’t f*** with Mother Nature because she will find that amusing and swipe you off the planet. That’s what happened in New Orleans during Katrina. Complacency of the dangers on the part of officials and residents killed so many people. Idiots blame President Bush, but he couldn’t do anything until the aftermath. Mayor Nagin and then-governor Blanco failed those people…killed those people. And many of those people could have left. They lived in a bowl below sea-level. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist.

Okay, okay, I’m getting wound up. The point is that ultimately, YOU are responsible for YOUR safety in the face of a hurricane. If you live in an area that is at risk from flooding or storm surge…GET OUT! The water kills far more people than the winds.

Thus ends my PSA for the day.
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**That made me think of this joke:

A Southern woman gets on a plane and winds up sitting next to a Northen woman. Being friendly, the Southern woman turns to the Northern woman and says, “So, where y’all from?”

The Northern woman stares down her nose and haughtily replies, “Where I’m from, we know better than to end a sentence with a preposition.”

The Southern woman is silent for a moment. Then she turns again to the Northern woman with a smile on her face and says, “So, where y’all from, bitch?”

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