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Hurricane FK'd

Ah yes, Category 6 hurricanes. They are like “This Is Spinal Tap’s:” “But this one goes to 11.” The thing is, there is no 11—the volume dial stops at 10, just like the hurricane scale stops at Category 5. It’s like we’re sitting here, staring at the devastation, and someone’s saying, “But what if it was a 5.1 storm?” As if that extra tenth is going to somehow crank the destruction up to a level we haven’t already hit.

Spoiler Alert: the roof’s still gone, the powers out, and your neighborhood’s a lake. Your bed is down the street and not because your Karen neighbor stole it... But hey, maybe we just need a new rating scale. One that goes to 11—because apparently, some people won’t be satisfied until a storm picks up their house and relocates it to another dimension other than the Twilight Zone we already occupy.

Help! I'm stepping into The Twilight Zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon's been moved under moon and star Where am I to go now that I've gone too far? Soon, you will come to know when the hurricane takes my home…

Wondering about hurricane categories are we now? More specifically, the Category 5 rating and why we stopped there, as if Mother Nature might just politely say, "Okay, this is enough destruction. Let’s not go any harder." You ever know a drunk or an addict to ‘stop there?’ First off, no, there’s no such thing as a "Category 5.1" or a "Category 6." Yeah, Hurricane Ian in 2022 was a monster, and if anyone threw around the term "5.1," it was a way to give it that extra, "oh, shit, we’re proper Fucked," emphasis or click-bait because everyone’s an influencer now and needs your attention to make monies. However, technically, scientifically, and factually, Category 5 is where the Saffir-Simpson scale maxes out (1971). That’s because once you hit 157 mph sustained winds, you’re already looking at damage that can’t get much worse in terms of scale. It is now binary, black and/or white, zero and/or one. Most people that live in the binary world of decision making do not understand how binary works. They want to interject their opinion with a “but, followed by the long-winded explanation.” However, once you said “but,” your explanation/answer is null and voided. The only two answers allowed are; you are either Fucked or you are not. Once 157 mph winds are sustained we’re talking “everything is annihilated” levels of bad—roofs gone, power out, roads submerged, your backyard swing set now halfway across the state. An electrical pole that can range from 30 to 60 feet in height, about 2 feet in diameter weighing anywhere from 500 to 2,000 pounds being forced into the ground at a depth of around 6 feet, is either there snapped in half, uprooted or is nowhere to be found at all.

After 157 mph sustained winds it doesn’t matter. What more do you want? Here’s the thing: there’s a physical limit to how strong a hurricane can get. Planet Earth has its rules. There's only so much heat, moisture, and perfect storm conditions (pun fully intended) to fuel these behemoths. Sure, 200 mph hurricanes like Patricia (2015) have happened, but guess what? It's still Category 5. You get what you get. The whole point on five being the max is because once five is achieved the survival rate for everyone inside the storm drops to zero. That isn’t saying; “Holy shit, we really are going to die.” Zero probability in this context just means: — that mathematically; the chances of survival is not worth calculating because it is so small it might as well be zero. But not impossible, just not probable in terms of mathematical statistics. Those words do mean different things and can never be lumped together as one thing. Now, if you’re still holding out for a future Category 6 listing, good luck. Some scientists and influencers alike talk about it like it is a real talking point. They’ll use big phrases on their videos and in corners of climate change discussions, where the oceans heat up like someone left the oven on. I can see it being real only if superstorms become more frequent, then yeah, maybe one day we'll have a Category 6. But for now, they’d probably have to rewrite the scale and convince people to care about the difference between “devastating” and “really, REALLY devastating.”

In reality though, it’s like asking if we need a 10 on the Richter scale for earthquakes. Once the world starts shaking at a nine, your house is gone whether or not someone decides to crank up the number and call it a ten or higher. Does it even matter? Fucked is fucked, right? Hurricanes don’t give a damn about your feelings, opinions, categories or even knowledge. It cares not for likes, comments and subscriber numbers for advertisers that are all AI-driven now. Hurricanes don’t care what number we slap on them or how much we prepare for them. They’re coming, they’re massive, and they’re indifferent. Hurricanes don’t care about human concerns or emotions. They don’t change or adjust based on how prepared we are or how we label them. Whether we call it a Category 5, 6, or whatever, hurricanes just do what they do—destroy things—with no consideration for the impact on us. Sound familiar? “Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!” — Kyle Reese, Terminator (1984)

Normally, hurricanes that form in the Gulf would head from west to east, giving Florida a solid smack right where it hurts. But these days, it’s like someone threw out all the old data and replaced it with a mess of data that looks more random than predictable. We’ve had 12 major hurricanes in the past seven years alone, depending what you deem “major” these days. I say if it kills people and destroys communities, yeah, that is “major” to me…  GAIA is no longer fucking about—these storms are hitting with enough force to rearrange coastlines let alone your living room furniture. Whether it’s Category 5 devastation or even a tropical storm to category 1 storm like Helene, causing floods, and a loss of life they refuse to report on the national news networks, all of them. We’re not just talking bad weather, we’re talking about the earth throwing a fastball pitch right at your skull with the intention to erase everything you used to be before the pitch was thrown.

They are forces of nature that are completely unaffected by anything we think, plan, or feel. Welcome to the tangibility of existentialism… It’s a bit like life itself. You can prepare, make all your plans, get your supplies in order—but when the storm hits, all that meticulous human planning is just paper in the wind. You think you're safe behind definitions and scientific scales, but hurricanes laugh in the face of our pathetic attempts to quantify their power. But hey, we humans need our definitions, categories and numbers. It gives us the illusion of control, the comfort that we can define chaos and control it. We cannot… This decision making process within us all just show how trapped we are in this, our own personal Matrix. Chaos doesn’t care about our lines in the sand, the bathroom you choose to piss in, the false-political leader you vote for, our spreadsheets of wind speeds and damage potential. It doesn’t care how much money you have in the bank, the monies or the bank itself as their own physical things. Category 5 could be Category Infinity, for all the difference it makes to your splintered home and uprooted life.

So yeah, call it Category 5.1, call it Category 6, whatever. Hurricanes aren’t listening. People aren’t listening, reading either. They are sharing though, oh boy, do they share. Hurricanes, they…

They are just coming…

Category Fucked by David-Angelo Mineo 10/12/24 1,352 Words

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DOOMED...

As long as each side claims to be the good, the right, and the just. Always painting the other as wrong, bad, and evil. Things will only get worse for us all. But none of it really matters in a reality where this is all some sort of simulation or video game; where the plot is so fixed that any choice we make has no impact, imprint, or evidence on the outcome of the game. That no matter what you do in the game; you end up at the same boss fight at the end, with the same life, the same weapons, the same treasures and the same everything. It's these types of environments where the lack of realism is felt and where we eventually realize that something is not right with said reality. Some of it seems real, some seems normal and then you see a giant clown head with a spider tattoo on its forehead in the sky where the Sun should be. Eventually, the brain will tell us what is real and what is not real. It is when our realities are flipped upside down and inside out, like a tesseract, that feelings on reality become existential horror.

Real Terror…

There is an idea of freedom for all—some kind of abstraction—but there is no real freedom—only an empty thirsty void—something illusive, rich as fuck—and though we can hide our cold gaze—and we can shake our heads—and feel love—hate—and maybe—we can even sense our values may actually be comparable in some random and insignificant way: we simply—are not there. We are not—listening—We—simply—do not—care...

Apply all that to your common sense. How does reality feel right now? Something ABSOLUTELY does not feel right here… Yeah, we mean nothing. God cares not for you, me, your kids, your freedoms, their suffering, your suffering, and mine. With all that... All we have are those moments of love with those we love the most. Become obsessed with that!!! Not this Bull-Shit. It doesn't matter who we vote for. We all lose… By the time ‘right now’ impacts the future, I'll be dead. Some of you before me. Most of you shortly after me, again, it means nothing in the bigger picture. Why would I care about that in which I cannot alter, control or have input on? My vote makes zero impact. Why waste that by which I cannot ever get back? The energy and time? Once used they cannot be given back. The current landscape of politicians are not qualified to be politicians. As long as we look at Americans as us versus them or them versus us. We are all going to be trapped in this vicious cycle.

This is why I no longer give much time and energy in my headspace anymore. I will comment here/there, make fun of both sides but I am not interested in fighting for either side. It's not about community, politics or right or even wrong. It's a philosophical question. Most if not all politicians cannot do anything that has anything to do with bigger, deeper philosophical questions and concepts of any kind. It's why most of them talk in circles and never actually say anything when they talk. It’s just Charlie Brown’s parents lingo. How many times did we hear either one of the candidates actually answer the questions without going on with tangents and on with other subjects, complicated word salads that say nothing by both and/or makes claims about the other that have little to no actual meaning or substance? Post after post, after comment, after meme, it is all the same. Most Americans hate both these people. This is why ‘Crazy Ralph’ is correct; "we're all doomed."

I'm already dead… My brain and body just don't know it yet. Enjoy the moments, stop thinking about the future, because there isn’t one for you or me. Your kids, perhaps, but I chose before I was even old enough to have sex, that I never wanted kids of my own. I was then and am now even more severely against procreation for myself.  There is no grand future, only now, and the foreseeable future which is how foreseeable exactly? Just enjoy the time we have left. Work towards things that make you happy. Stop trying to think you control these things in the macro-world or even impact them in any ‘meaningful’ way. Keyword, “meaningful.” You are not that important. What exactly can I do right now to help and/or make a real sharp change in the landscape? Nothing… I, personally, can do absolutely nothing. With all my issues by the time I have time to think about such things it's time for bed and do it all over again, so no. I cannot do anything about anything and stopped pretending I actually could after my near-death experience. I am much better off for it. I cannot say happier or good. I tend to say ‘less bad.’ Because good doesn’t really happen with me. I understand I am not that special, beautiful, or unique in any macroscopic way.

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

With that said, laugh at the memes… If you get triggered by this stuff this much it’s time to pull back and think about yourself, because “they” are going to do them first and do you last, if at all. That is what politics is in the 2020s. Love your country, but hate your leaders, because they do not lead, they dictate…

23 years ago the country stood still, and our hearts sank as the Twin Towers fell, smoke rose, and lives were forever altered. We remember where we stood, who we held, and the stunned silence that followed. It was a day that cracked the soul of a nation, and from those ashes rose a storm of uncertainty, fear, and division. Yet, in remembering that day, we honor the lost and the brave, a reminder to never let our differences overshadow our shared humanity. Let us never forget, not just the pain, but the unity we once sought. We need that desire for unity again…

Doomed… by David-Angelo Mineo 9/11/2024 1,069 Words