Surviving Tornadoes

SharkJumper writes "We here in central Oklahoma, USA are just climbing out of the wreckage of another series of tornadoes. Unlike the tornadoes of May 3rd, 1999, which killed 47 and injured more than 800, we now have much better tornado information and prediction technology. Largely because of this, there have been far fewer injuries, and (as of this morning) no reported deaths. Here in the greater Oklahoma City area, we can even register our storm shelters with the city. After a severe storm, GIS technology is used to create a map for rescuers detailing location and type of the shelter as well as emergency contact information. Rescuers can then use these maps to search for survivors that may be trapped by debris in their shelters."

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Re:need more coffee

[snatchitup]

Wasn't it Bejamin Franklin who discovered that tomatos are edible, at th same time, throwing at the Dixie Chix?

Stupid human filth

[demo9orgon]

I know I'm headed for the "Troll of the day" award for this, but doesn't the midwest have a pretty good "goddist" density? I figure anyone with some "faith" should be doing any one or combination of the following:

1) Having lots of unprotected sex...after all it could be your last day on the planet and if the females survive and of child-bearing age it's a good start on rebuilding their numbers. Remember, the papists want you chugging out children, by the litter if possible.

2) Praying. Sure it's just a feel-good measure for those involved, but face it, the survivors who did pray then will feel superior to the others in having survived. Feeling superior gives one group the license to exclude the inferior, and that's a prime "faith-building" opportunity.

3) Telling plenty of stories about how they survived the last big storm and how much good sex and service to their gods they provided. And remember, long-lasting infections are often caused by having whatever rags you clothe your disgusting soft bodies with litter wounds. If you're naked then it's just the surface bacteria and easily located and removed bits of whatever has wounded you.

And in closing remember that the harder you make it for your supreme-being to cash your meaty asses in the more likely you are to actually prevent yourselves from being granted access to whatever paradise you're promised. Of course you feel free to interpret the lack of deaths as the divine equivalent of "The silent treatment", but it feels more like the apathy felt at the loss of the great cypress forests in Summeria.