Imagine you’re lounging comfortably on your finely furnished fourth floor apartment balcony watching the waters grow from 15 to more than 50 feet,





then they submerge you.





I watched as the tiny people ran along the road, and the waters approached, and wondered why they did not run up the hill side.

Then the waters arrived, and I realized it would not have made
a difference. That was a hell of a lot of water. Did a whole lot
of damage. Caused a whole lot of death.

My Christian friends, stumble over their explanation.
My Catholic friends tend shift blame to render excuses.

My millionaire friends tend to get paranoid and say that
Elon and the MuskMachine are controlling the weather,
but I think they just say that cause they’re jealous.