Zen and the art of hurricane maintenance.  

rm_mikemala 57M/48F
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9/7/2005 3:41 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Zen and the art of hurricane maintenance.


My brother bought a monster bike, a 1500 cc leviathan, and was driving it down the highway at 150 mph. For kicks.
I could imagine (or probably not) what a rush that must be, but.........
"Little brother," I said. "What the fuck are you doing, you're going to die! It's fuckin' suicide!
He sneered at me. "Look I know what I'm doin' man. Stop haslin' me!
"OK." I said. "You're a big man, I can't tell you what to do. You make your own decisions. But when you crash and burn, don't expect me to cry at your funeral.

When Katrina was bearing down on New Orleans the whole world watched as the TV commentators explained how the dikes and levees that protect New Orleans from storm surges were not designed to withstand a major hurricane. The dikes would be breached by the storm and the city would be destroyed. The newscasters were telling us that the day before the hurricane struck.
They also told us that for the last forty years the New Orleaners had been advised to strengthen their defenses.
"Look I know what I'm doin' man. Stop haslin' me!
You live in a costal city, thirty feet below sea level, slap bang in the middle of the hurricane belt and you refuse to heed the warnings.
They said that strengthening the walls would cost too much.
That makes sense, I mean, after all, Mardi Gras, topless bars, Jazz and rum are a lot more important than a stupid sea wall.
And we as Trinidadians understand that sentiment better than anyone. We wrote the book on Carnival niggerism.
Mardi Gras niggerism is a blast. Fast bikes are a rush.
But just don't expect me to cry at your funeral.

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