Twisted Spinster

Okay, on to important things — I heard there was this gigantic hurricane about to hit the Gulf Coast. What’s it called? Oh yeah, Ike. It’s odd — I could swear that Gustav got more coverage than this one, even though it’s a much worse storm. (Just checked the tv news — Houston trashed, Galveston under water, over 4 million people without power.) If you ask me, once it was clear that everyone’s fun party playtime town, New Orleans, wasn’t directly threatened (though much of coastal Louisiana is getting flooded by storm surge, but fortunately not where celebrities go to get beignets and gumbo) and there is no special Republican event going on, many of the doomshriekers went elsewhere (to Alaska, apparently, where I hope they all get eaten by polar bears).

Oh, and the cynic in me wonders how many of those idiots who refused to evacuate places like Galveston were hoping to get a big fat FEMA check out of their ordeal? Not to mention some pity face time on teevee when they are rescued off the roofs of what remains of their homes. According to one news story, many of these stranded people started calling for rescue after such had become impossible, as they had been told would happen. Hurricanes: Ma Nature’s way of clearing the human race of idiots for hundreds of thousands of years.