What's Up With That? #26: Hurricanes, and the people who don't avoid them like leprosy
Now that hurricane season is pretty well over, and time has extended us a modicum of distance from the horrors of Hurricanes Katrina, Rita, and Wilma (and let this be a lesson to you people at the World Meteorological Organization — naming storms after one-hit-wonder pop singers, 1940s pinup queens, and characters from The Flintstones really sends Mother Nature off, so knock it off pronto), I believe I can say this without causing undue offense to too many folks:
People who live in places where hurricanes occur are crazy.
Seriously.
I could say the same for those who live in tornado-prone areas, but since we all know that tornados mostly strike at trailer parks and therefore are probably providing a valuable public service, I don't have quite the same complaint.
But you people on the Gulf Coast? Wackos.
Now, I can hear some of you bellowing, "But you live in earthquake country, you moron!" True enough. In fact, I live almost literally a stone's throw away from the Rodgers Creek Fault, which seismologists consider one of the most unstable and potentially dangerous faultlines in the United States.
But how often do major earthquakes occur? We last had one here in the Bay Area in 1989. My 16-year-old daughter was an infant then.
Hurricanes happen every year. Oodles of them. So predictably that they even plan names for them in advance. This year, they ran out of names, and had to resort to letters of the Greek alphabet, for crying out loud. The very same people in Biloxi and Key West and similar environs who were gobsmacked by humongous cyclones this summer can count on getting more of the same again next year. And the year after that.
Why don't you people move?
Just don't come to California.
Remember... earthquakes.
People who live in places where hurricanes occur are crazy.
Seriously.
I could say the same for those who live in tornado-prone areas, but since we all know that tornados mostly strike at trailer parks and therefore are probably providing a valuable public service, I don't have quite the same complaint.
But you people on the Gulf Coast? Wackos.
Now, I can hear some of you bellowing, "But you live in earthquake country, you moron!" True enough. In fact, I live almost literally a stone's throw away from the Rodgers Creek Fault, which seismologists consider one of the most unstable and potentially dangerous faultlines in the United States.
But how often do major earthquakes occur? We last had one here in the Bay Area in 1989. My 16-year-old daughter was an infant then.
Hurricanes happen every year. Oodles of them. So predictably that they even plan names for them in advance. This year, they ran out of names, and had to resort to letters of the Greek alphabet, for crying out loud. The very same people in Biloxi and Key West and similar environs who were gobsmacked by humongous cyclones this summer can count on getting more of the same again next year. And the year after that.
Why don't you people move?
Just don't come to California.
Remember... earthquakes.
Labels: Whats Up With That
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 11:05 AM
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
Where are we supposed to live, then? No, hurricanes of this magnitude do not happen every year. Hurricanes do not hit the same area that often, unless you live in Florida, that is. We on the Mississippi Gulf Coast haven't had one this bad in over 35 years. Morons like yourself, who think it is as easy as saying, "I'm going to uproot my life, move away from my family and my lifetime of memories, because a hurricane just might hit my home this summer," should try to put themselves in the other person's shoes. No part of this country is safe from the elements. Tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, ice storms, mud slides, nor'easters, the list goes on.
/rant
I guess I was wrong about that whole "without causing undue offense" thing.
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