I present you with a quote from a song that you probably have not heard, by a band of which you undoubtedly are unaware. The Band: Billy Pilgrim. The song: “Hurricane Season.” The quote:
The quarter moon like chalk on a slate
Board the windows up before it’s too late
The weather man and my horoscope both agree
It’s not in the stars tonight for folks like me
People on the Gulf Coast are right now probably thinking “F the horoscope man, I’m moving to North Dakota.” And you could hardly blame them. My boss wondered aloud the other day if the people that were bussed from New Orleans to Houston were saying “Are these damn things just going to chase me all the way to California?” It even begs the question: “God, what did I do wrong?”
Well, I dunno what that might be. I’m sure people, conservative people, probably think that the awesome and moderately sinful things that occur in New Orleans have brought down might wrath. I think that’s just silly; if God didn’t want people to get horribly blasted and flash their boobs at strangers, S/He wouldn’t have invented beads.
Some really weird folks think that the area’s massive oil production has angered the environmental gods, who are getting their vengeance, but those people are hippie commie liberals and would sell your skin to the Rooskies if they caught you driving anything but a solar powered motorcycle.
Me? I just like to think that Moses and Elijah are up there toking on a massive gravity bong and playing with Wind Dreidels. Sounds as likely as anything else.
