The lights are still on in New York City.
Even on Satan Island, which uses a technology from the 1800s: poles!
How the hell do we manage to do this?
We do it because we are not East Shitsville, Nowhereland. We don’t live by, “Water drops from sky, everything stops working.”
We have valuable property and businesses here and want them to last.
How bullshit is Irene?
A neighbor’s gate that always blows open during storms is still closed. And no special tying-down was done.
No trash cans are rolling along in streets.
No trees or branches are down.
No poles are down.
Despite El Commandante Mayor Prickberg thinking we were too stupid to heed warnings, his warnings were ego-fueled bullshit designed to maximize his TV time.
“We were lucky,” he’ll whine.
No, you were wrong, asshole!
And we knew it!