Monday, August 29, 2011

The real victim of Irene

With New Yorkers whining like little bitches about how much they were forced to do to prepare for what turned out to be a less than disastrous storm, it's important to keep in mind who are the real victims are. No, I'm not talking about the 16 people who died or the 1.5 million people who lost power or the many thousands of individuals who had to evacuate low lying, coastal areas. I'm talking about this tweeter, who overbought supplies for her favorite accessory.

P.S. I'm totally grateful that this turned out to be completely underwhelming and that a lot of the dire predictions failed to transpire. I am also pleased that the city government really planned and took all necessary precautions, even if it did mean we had to listen to Bloomberg speak Spanish. As someone who was 9 and visiting her father in Dade County when Hurricane Andrew struck (he fell asleep and I spent the night rocking back and forth, whispering Shema), I don't think hurricanes should be trifled with. My only regret about this whole weekend -- MTA service will be up and running in time for the morning commute. Huge fucking sigh.



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