September 6, 2017… Day 230
Today is Irma day. The U.S. Virgin Islands got shellacked. We won’t know until the morning how bad it is — by the time the storm moved on, it was dark and the power was out. Everyone is staying hunkered through the night. I’ve been listening to the radio at night, to voices from around the Caribbean, wherever they could get in touch with someone.
One meteorologist laid Irma on top of Ohio to show how big it is.
Hurricane categories only go to 5, but there was talk of creating a category 6 for Irma. Either that or that was just Alex Jones being weird — it’s been a big day.
I think we should get used to weather graphics. There’s going to be a lot of these before tribalism and/or AI takes over. Then everything will be on a strictly need-to-know basis.
I didn’t get what Trump did when he agreed to Schumer and Pelosi’s plan instead of McConnell and Ryan’s plan. I didn’t get it. I needed the internet to create a digestible bolus for me.
Meanwhile, the DACA fight continues.
The Internet chased its own tail about the forthcoming Clinton book. Everyone’s a pundit.
There’s so much to dislike about this string of words. It can be so easily deconstructed. It’s not even worth doing it. These are a dime a dozen. It was posted publicly by a Bernie supporter in response to a woman who said something positive about Hillary, so I’m not going to bother to blur this stinker’s name.
Other odds and ends:
A lot else is happening but it’s past my bedtime and I need to live to fight another day.
Watch out, Florida.
I love you, Puerto Rico.
I’ll check in on you tomorrow, St. Thomas.