Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Perhaps We've Laughed Long Enough

Okay.  Perhaps we here in California were unkind to the first time earthquakers on the East Coast.  Perhaps we did have a chuckle and poke fun and say things like, "Why here in LaLaLand we call a 5.8 or a 5.9 (There seems to be some disagreement on the exact magnitude of today's East Coast whatever.) an aftershock or a car backfire.
We understand that this is all very new to you and that we should attempt some level of compassion.  Yes, a few of us did post that FaceBook image of a plastic patio chair tipped over captioned with things like 'Someday we will recover from this damage.'  And, yes, perhaps we were guilty of just a bit of hubris because we have been through so much more.
On the other hand, and come to think of it, you do laugh at us when the temperature here drops to the low seventies and we bundle up or when a few drops of rain fall on our famous freeways and we skid into each other and light poles and cartoon characters sitting in lawn chairs in the medians with balloons full of laughter hanging over their heads.

So.  Here's the deal.  We won't laught at you anymore if you don't laugh at us anymore.
Or, in the words of one of the world's most famous dead beats wasted lives once a victim always a jerk Rodney King, "Can't we just get along?"
Okay.  Enough of that.  Get over yourselves, Jersey.
Oh, wait.  There I go again.  Pardon.  Forgive me.  My apology may not be all that sincere but I must extend it otherwise, the humor of the universe being what it is, I will wake up tomorrow morning wearing water wings and floating in what used to be my street but over night with a little shaking became the Pacific Ocean.

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