Luckily, the Levee didn’t Break (This Time)

We fled our little castle in the borough of Queens, NY several hours before the hurricane, known as Irene, made her debut in the area. En route to Irvington, the highway seemed like a ghost town. The paranoids had already left the day prior—per the advice of their media mogul, globe-trottin Mayor Bloomberg. Out of fear that last-minute traffic jams, leading up to the hurricane could

spark riots and bloodshed in the streets; the MTA suspended all tolls on the bridges, buses, and trains as a precautionary measure to keep the cattle flowing.

Officials, from the bottom of the barrel all the way to the Commander-in-Chief, speculated that some 65+ million individuals living along the eastern seaboard would soon experience one of the most devastating natural disasters in recent American history. Fortunately, things never got that crazy. There was sporadic flooding in low lying areas with most of the damage occuring in Vermont and Jersey. Approximately 20-something individuals lost their lives due to flooding and falling trees. But hey, that’s a pretty good number, considering that around 500 people are senselessly slaughtered on a nightly basis in Queens alone (though, the gov’t and media will deny this).

In the aftermath of Irene, reactions ranged from, “thank gawd they took all them safety procedures cause ya never know what gonna happen” to “gawdang, they sho did freak the hell out for nothin and took all my tax money, anyways.” Personally, I felt there were great undertones of politics that came into play throughout the whole event. We have an election year at our door, and the politicians on both sides of the aisle are clawing out of the mud, feces, and blood that they have sunk everyone into over the past few years. Everyone is looking to be a savior of the people, even if they won’t stand up against the subtle enslavement brought upon humanity by corporations and banks.

Of course, the argument of better safe than sorry will always trump any other side. Because, that is the way we roll, and that is a good thing. Still, I wonder where these governors and larger-than-life mayors were during the Christmas blizzard of 2010 when I was stuck in a train station for 3 hours with a pack of wild animals that were discussing cannibalism. Oh yeah, Bloomberg was getting sun in Bermuda.