Monday, September 1, 2008


Whoever makes the call to put these reporters on the streets during a friggin hurricane deserves to be fired. I can see the trees nearly blowing over like a piece of cooked spaghetti. Debris scoots down the road as if pulled by a prop man's string. It's a hurricane.


It's a horrible storm -- I don't need some sap reporter standing there taking the brunt of 90 MPH winds trying to scream, "SEE HOW WINDY IT IS!?" into a wind torn microphone.

Sorry, I just had to vent. Enjoy your holiday and let's hope Gustav breaks up soon.