Shut Up, King Lear

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! 
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout 
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks! 
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, 
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, 

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, 
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world! 
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once 
That make ingrateful man!
–King Lear, Act III, Scene II
Yeah. Shut up, old man. Nine days after Hurricane Sandy decimated New Jersey, New York, and various other states, leaving destruction and madness and countless people STILL without power, we’re having a Nor’easter. It’s snowing and the wind has really picked up and ARE YOU KIDDING ME? As my auntie said this morning, if we lose power again she’s going to lose her MIND. Word, Auntie. Word. Man, Mother Nature seriously hates us. What’s next, a plague of FROGS? Sheesh.

The other big news of the day, of course, is that last night, we, the people re-elected Barack Obama as president of the United States. Personally, as a big ol’ liberal pinko commie bee-yotch, I was THRILLED. However, many people, close family members included, were NOT, so I’m kinda keeping a low profile on the celebration front, lest I get kicked in the crotch.


Okay, I’m done now. But seriously, tread lightly on Facebook and Twitter today. There’s a lot of ugliness going on.

You know what makes everything better? OH I THINK YOU DO.

Finn prefer Marlowe.

So hold on to your butts, East Coast. They can try their best, but they’ll never keep us down.

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