We had ourselves a genuine, frog-croakin', gully-washin' rainstorm yesterday, complete with sheets of rain, lightning flashes all across the sky, and thunderous rumbling almost beyond description.
Mother nature at her best, it was. Wife and I wandered in and out of the front porch (which is roofed) and watched the show, munching away on some Lay's Original Potato Chips and sipping on those little half-size cans of root beer.
A lightning bolt hit a transformer a bit down the road at around 3:15PM, and we were out electrical power until about 7PM. But no matter, we just sat and watched the show.
When the power can back on, I turned on the news only to find out that our brave and courageous President Bush had grabbed his wife and two dogs, jumped into an government provided armored vehicle which was then driven to and parked inside a bomb (or some such) shelter built especially for dear George somewhere on his property, until the rain quit.
How silly. Didn't he realize that he, his wife and his two widdle doggies could be snatched up by a tornado and end up in the Land of Oz? Just like Dorothy and Toto?
Imagine.... he could then do just like the scarecrow did, and go ask the wizard for a brain.
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