Sandy the Hurricane.? A Silver Lining Beneath

Sawyer before the rain

Well there’s no other news today, tomorrow or forever this week, but THE STORM.

I’m sitting in sunny Florida—well it’s actually dark here this minute—yet calm, cool, and most of all placid.   It’s hard to fathom “the storm of the century.”  

That’s what Al Roker called it this morning, but come on.  Really?  Did people forget Andrew in ’92 or Katrina in 2005?  Some news reporter on CNN said that a hurricane was equal to 19 nuclear bombs!    
I hope I never know that reality, but this one's more powerful than all of those.   

reporter braving the elemBut this

And besides the torrential rain, there’s a blizzard to boot, and the two together will overlap and create the perfect storm.  
This one's called Sandy.  I got best friends Sandy and a first cousin too.  Why didn't they name him Elroy?  I'd never miss repeating that one again.
      

So I'm watching the news, and they're all describing a nightmare.   Okay, I get it already, though a few things elude me.
     If there's 19 nuclear bombs going off, how come the reporters are still standing outside?  I saw Diane Sawyer soaked in the rain, her hair and makeup dripping. And Erin Burnett from CNN with the police commissioner of NYC battling the elements at the edge of Battery Park.

Reporter Matt Gutman in the water

I guess the storm alone isn't enough of a story.  They need to get clobbered too?   Or must we witness the drama of those we’re supposed to emulate dragged into the ocean and tossed like a bunch of throwaway dolls.     

Oh, and how about those idiots that refuse to evacuate?  Why should anyone risk their life to pull them to safety?   Gee, I love it when the reporters find the stragglers after the storm—freezing, hungry, and often injured.  Like comedian Kathleen Madigan says, somehow CNN finds the lowest of the low, the redneck who’s wearing the hat, “Who Farted?

But there’s always that silver lining.  Today the candidates are taking a break!  And so are the reporters!    The storm's even too big for them!

 And the results are unbelievable.  No one's sitting around a table tonight analyzing endless crap.  
And if we can miss this week, the election will be over.  Over, I tell you!  So the storm is upon us, and I’m waiting it out in ignorant bliss.

I just hope you all stay out of harm’s way.   Play it safe and be back next week.