As of time of writing, it’s looking like
Florence—that tremendously big and tremendously wet hurricane swirling around
the Atlantic—looks like it’s going to strike more toward the Carolinas and
Georgia, as opposed to the Carolinas and Virginia. This means that I’ve got a
few more days to stock up on bottled water, because they’re still predicting
some rain next week.
I also have time to lay in a few bottles from
the ABC store.
Here is an official image from the National
Weather Service from Tuesday, depicting Florence’s approach to the Carolinas. I
am not making this up, it’s a legit image from the NWS:
A couple of things: for—well, ever, really—pols
in North Carolina have bashed the warnings about the effects of climate change
are having on all kinds of things, including storms. (They aren’t alone, of
course; Florida’s another one, and it’s discovering that climate change is
real, and it’s biting them in their all-important tourism industry.
Boofuckinghoo.) So they’ve not only not done anything about controlling things
like carbon emissions and coastal over-development, they’ve not done anything to
ramp up hurricane disaster relief or recovery.
(I’m betting that they’re going to go with their
hands out to the feds for those latter two, expecting blue state taxes to pay for
their reckless disregard for science and their feckless fiscal policies. The
legislature is white, so I’m also betting they’ll get it from the kleptocrat’s
regime. Even so, FEMA has a $10M shortfall in its disaster response coffers, since that
amount was transferred to ICE to build cages for children at the border. Cadet
Bone Spurs thought only brown folks are affected by hurricanes.)
The other thing is that the luck of the draw
gave this hurricane a feminine name. So it’s really cool that the lost-causing, climate
science-denying, racist, misogynistic goobers of North Carolina are about to be thoroughly rogered by
a Category 4 tremendously big and tremendously wet and tremendously powerful
bitch of a storm.
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