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Excellent documentary on the grave
situation that now faces us in the
United States and the World

VERY important that you watch now!
(View for FREE below)

Posted on 2 November 2009
by S. Wolf Britain
"And Now The Apocalypse!"
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Proof of the FEMA concentration camps
all over the U.S., in every state
including Alaska and Hawaii:

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http://www.globalresearch.ca/index
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FATAL VISION: The Deeper Evil Behind The Detainee Bill, by Chris Floyd

 

 

The American flag, the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights have now been torn to shreads. "Rest In Peace (RIP)", Freedom and Liberty. RIP, "the experiment in democracy".

 

We have watched in dumb amazement (those of us who have realized what is really going on, that is) as for the past five years the Bill of Rights, the U.S. Constitution, liberty, and freedom have been step by step, systematically eviscerated, first with the so-called "USA P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act (those who criticize it supposedly aren't patriots)", and then with the latest afront on domestic freedom and liberty, the "Military Commissions Act of 2006," also known among other names as the "Detainee Bill", passed by an almost completely cowed Senate in the dead of night on Friday, the 29th day of September, 2006.

 

Now NONE OF US is safe. Not civil libertarians, not dissenters, not protesters of even the mildest variety (as virtually everything is now considered "terrorism"), and not even those blind worshippers of the U.S. government or its agents; because, if someone decides they don't like you, or gets jealous or resentful of you, all they need do is CLAIM you criticized the government, defended "rights", felt that certain force used against someone was excessive, or committed some other equally innocent "perceived threatening conduct" (some of the federal government's favorite wording that they now use for those who exercise their inalienable, immutable, inviolable First Amendment rights of Freedom of Speech, Belief and Dissent to disagree with their government), and you will very likely be "disappeared" into custody, stripped of U.S. citizenship, and be interro(r)gated, intimidated, humiliated, terrorized, tortured, and/or very possibly murdered, all without "Due Process of Law" under the Fifth and Fourteen Amendments of the U.S. Constitution, or a fair, unbiased hearing, access to an impartial lawyer, court, judge, or jury; and, if you live through this process, you could be kept secretly imprisoned forever without access to ANYONE important to you. This is NO exageration WHATSOVER; and, if "We, The People" don't repeal this horrific law, or the U.S. Supreme court doesn't overturn it, this is the END of our Republic, of Democracy, and of ALL Liberty and Freedom in "the land of the free, and the home of the brave", and THE END OF ALL protection(s) from a capricious, out of control, dictatorial government.

 

So, you see, the inviolable freedoms and liberties that we have so taken for granted, and that most Americans now have so little understanding of the supreme importance of, much to our grave detriment, were not overturned by "Islamo-Fascist terrorists", nor by protesting, dissenting U.S. citizens, nor journalists critical of the government, nor any other equally illusory, contrived, manufactured, engineered, and/or U.S.-government-created, state-sponsored "enemy(ies)", agents, assets, patsies, bogeymen, infiltra(i)tors, disinfo-agents, detractors, distractors, naysayers, actors, shills, trolls, hackers, informers, spies, entrappers, and/or agents provocateur, etc., but this act of true terrorism was carried out by the very people in our own government who are literally sworn to uphold and protect the U.S. Constitution "from all enemies, foreign AND DOMESTIC", including from THEMSELVES and other tyrannical, 'absolutely despotic' (to loosely quote the Declaration of Independence) forces in that very government; and the vast majority of them have COMPLETELY failed us and thrown EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this great country OF OURS into limitless danger and threat(s) by that government to the very safety of EACH AND EVERY ONE OF OUR LIVES.

 

The following is very likely the best article on this subject that has thus far been written, at least as far as I am aware; and, therefore, I share it with you at this time to further clarify just how truly catastrophic, life-threatening and consequential the situation we are now in actually is for every single man, woman, child, and little baby in this entire country, and ultimately in this entire world. The world-renowned True Journalist who wrote this great article, Chris Floyd, is also a True Hero and an exceedingly courageous human being for writing such an accurate article of warning to world-citizens planet-wide, and such an accurate portrayal of the extremely dire situation the U.S. and the world are in as a direct result of the subject matter it covers, as follows:

 

 

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Click here to go to Chris Floyd's blog, 'Empire Burlesque'!    FATAL VISION: THE DEEPER EVIL
    BEHIND THE DETAINEE BILL
    ("Big Brother" Government
    Is Now Here In The U.S.)
    By Chris Floyd, T.O. UK Reporter
    t r u t h o u t | Perspective
    Tuesday, 3 October 2006
    [Copyright (c) 2006 in the
    U.S.A. and Internationally
    by t r u t h o u t (.org),
    Empire Burlesque (Chris' blog)
    and/or Chris Floyd.
    All rights reserved.]

 

 

Click here to go buy Chris Floyd's book, 'Empire Burlesque: High Crimes and Low Comedy in the Bush Imperium'!

    (This is a slightly revised version of a piece that first appeared on the Oct. 2nd edition of Truthout.org .)

    There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country -- if the people lose their confidence in themselves -- and lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.

--- Walt Whitman

 

    I.

 

    It was a dark hour indeed (on Friday, September 29th, 2006) when the United States Senate voted to end the constitutional republic and transform the country into a "Leader-State," giving the president and his agents the power to capture, torture and imprison forever anyone -- American citizens included -- whom they arbitrarily decide is an "enemy combatant." This also includes those who merely give "terrorism" some kind of "support," defined so vaguely that many experts say it could encompass legal advice, innocent gifts to charities or even political opposition to US government policy within its draconian strictures.

 

 

    All of this is bad enough -- a sickening and cowardly surrender of liberty not seen in a major Western democracy since the Enabling Act passed by the German Reichstag in March 1933. But it is by no means the full extent of our degradation. In reality, the darkness is deeper, and more foul, than most people imagine. For in addition to the dictatorial powers of seizure and torment given by Congress on Thursday to George W. Bush -- powers he had already seized and exercised for five years anyway, even without this fig leaf of sham legality -- there is a far more sinister imperial right that Bush has claimed -- and used -- openly, without any demur or debate from Congress at all: ordering the "extrajudicial killing" of anyone on earth that he and his deputies decide -- arbitrarily, without charges, court hearing, formal evidence, or appeal -- is an "enemy combatant."

 

    That's right; from the earliest days of the Terror War -- September 17, 2001, to be exact -- Bush has claimed the peremptory power of life and death over the entire world. If he says you're an enemy of America, you are. If he wants to imprison you and torture you, he can. And if he decides you should die, he'll kill you. This is not hyperbole, liberal paranoia, or "conspiracy theory": it's simply a fact, reported by the mainstream media, attested by senior administration figures, recorded in official government documents -- and boasted about by the president himself, in front of Congress and a national television audience.

 

    And although the Republic-snuffing act just passed by Congress does not directly address Bush's royal prerogative of murder, it nonetheless strengthens it and enshrines it in law. For the measure sets forth clearly that the designation of an "enemy combatant" is left solely to the executive branch; neither Congress nor the courts have any say in the matter. When this new law is coupled with the existing "Executive Orders" authorizing "lethal force" against arbitrarily designated "enemy combatants," it becomes, quite literally, a license to kill -- with the seal of Congressional approval.

 

    How arbitrary is this process by which all our lives and liberties are now governed? Dave Niewert at Orcinus has unearthed a remarkable admission of its totally capricious nature. In an December 2002 story in the Washington Post, then-Solicitor General Ted Olson described the anarchy at the heart of the process with admirable frankness:

 

    "[There is no] requirement that the executive branch spell out its criteria for determining who qualifies as an enemy combatant," Olson argues.

 

    "'There won't be 10 rules that trigger this or 10 rules that end this,' Olson said in the interview. 'There will be judgments and instincts and evaluations and implementations that have to be made by the executive that are probably going to be different from day to day, depending on the circumstances.'"

 

    In other words, what is safe to do or say today might imperil your freedom or your life tomorrow. You can never know if you are on the right side of the law, because the "law" is merely the whim of the Leader and his minions: their "instincts" determine your guilt or innocence, and these flutterings in the gut can change from day to day. This radical uncertainty is the very essence of despotism -- and it is now, formally and officially, the guiding principle of the United States government.

 

    And underlying this edifice of tyranny is the prerogative of presidential murder. Perhaps the enormity of this monstrous perversion of law and morality has kept it from being fully comprehended. It sounds unbelievable to most people: a president ordering hits like a Mafia don? But that is our reality, and has been for five years. To overcome what seems to be a widespread cognitive dissonance over this concept, we need only examine the record -- a record, by the way, taken entirely from publicly available sources in the mass media. There's nothing secret or contentious about it, nothing that any ordinary citizen could not know -- if they choose to know it.


 

    II.

 

    Six days after the 9/11 attacks, George W. Bush signed a "presidential finding" authorizing the CIA to kill those individuals whom he had marked for death as terrorists. This in itself was not an entirely radical innovation; Bill Clinton's White House legal team had drawn up memos asserting the president's right to issue "an order to kill an individual enemy of the United States in self-defense," despite the legal prohibitions against assassination, the Washington Post reported in October 2001. The Clinton team based this ruling on the "inherent powers" of the "Commander in Chief" -- that mythical, ever-elastic construct that Bush has evoked over and over to defend his own unconstitutional usurpations.

 

    The practice of "targeted killing" was apparently never used by Clinton, however; despite the pro-assassination memos, Clinton followed the traditional presidential practice of bombing the hell out of a bunch of civilians whenever he wanted to lash out at some recalcitrant leader or international outlaw -- as in his bombing of the Sudanese pharmaceutical factory in 1998, or the two massive strikes he launched against Iraq in 1993 and 1998, or indeed the death and ruin that was deliberately inflicted on civilian infrastructure in Serbia during that nation's collective punishment for the crimes of Slobodan Milosevic. Here, was following the example set by George H.W. Bush, who killed hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Panamanian civilians in his illegal arrest of Manuel Noriega in 1988, and Ronald Reagan, who killed Moamar Gadafy's adopted 2-year-old daughter and 100 other civilians in a punitive strike on Libya in 1986.

 

    Junior Bush, of course, was about to outdo all those blunderbuss strokes with his massive air attacks on Afghanistan, which killed thousands of civilians, and the later orgy of death and destruction in Iraq. But he also wanted the power to kill individuals at will. At first, the assassination program was restricted to direct orders from the president aimed at specific targets, as suggested by the Clinton memos. But soon the arbitrary power of life and death was delegated to agents in the field, after Bush signed orders allowing CIA assassins to kill targets without seeking presidential approval for each attack, the Washington Post reported in December 2002. Nor was it necessary any longer for the president to approve each new name added to the target list; the "security organs" could designate "enemy combatants" and kill them as they saw fit. However, Bush was always keen to get the details about the agency's wetwork, administration officials assured the Post.

 

    The first officially confirmed use of this power was the killing of an American citizen, along with several foreign nationals, by a CIA drone missile in Yemen on November 3, 2002. A similar strike occurred on December 4, 2005, when a CIA missile destroyed a house and purportedly killed Abu Hamza Rabia, a suspected al-Qaeda figure. But the only bodies found at the site were those of two children, the houseowner's son and nephew, Reuters reports. The grieving father denied any connection to terrorism. An earlier CIA strike on another house missed Rabia but killed his wife and children, Pakistani officials reported.

 

    However, there is simply no way of knowing at this point how many people have been killed by American agents operating outside all judicial process. Most of the assassinations are carried out in secret: quietly, professionally. As a Pentagon document uncovered by the New Yorker in December 2002 revealed, the death squads must be "small and agile," and "able to operate clandestinely, using a full range of official and non-official cover arrangements to ... enter countries surreptitiously."

 

    What's more, there are strong indications that the Bush administration has outsourced some of the contracts to outside operators. In the original Post story about the assassinations -- in those first heady weeks after 9/11, when administration officials were much more open about "going to the dark side," as Cheney boasted on national television -- Bush insiders told the paper that "it is also possible that the instrument of targeted killings will be foreign agents, the CIA's term for nonemployees who act on its behalf.

 

    Here we find a deadly echo of the "rendition" program that has sent so many captives to torture pits in Syria, Egypt and elsewhere -- including many whose innocence has been officially established, such as the Canadian businessman Maher Arar, German national Khalid El-Masri, UK native Mozzam Begg and many others. They had been subjected to imprisonment and torture despite their innocence, because of intelligence "mistakes." How many have fallen victim to Bush's hit squads on similar shaky grounds?

 

    So here we are. Congress has just entrenched the principle of Bush's "unitary executive" dictatorship into law; and it is this principle that undergirds the assassination program. As I wrote in December, it's hard to believe that any genuine democracy would accept a claim by its leader that he could have anyone killed simply by labeling them an "enemy." It's hard to believe that any adult with even the slightest knowledge of history or human nature could countenance such unlimited, arbitrary power, knowing the evil it is bound to produce. Yet this is exactly what the great and good in America have done.

 

    But this should come as no surprise. They have known about it all along, and have not only countenanced Bush's death squad, but even celebrated it. I'll end with one more passage from that December article, which sadly is even more apt for our degraded reality today. It was a depiction of the one of the most revolting scenes in recent American history: Bush's state of the Union address in January 2003, delivered live to the nation during the final warmongering frenzy before the rape of Iraq:

 

    Trumpeting his successes in the Terror War, Bush claimed that "more than 3,000 suspected terrorists" had been arrested worldwide -- "and many others have met a different fate." His face then took on the characteristic leer, the strange, sickly half-smile it acquires whenever he speaks of killing people: "Let's put it this way. They are no longer a problem."

 

    In other words, the suspects -- and even Bush acknowledged they were only suspects -- had been murdered. Lynched. Killed by agents operating unsupervised in that shadow world where intelligence, terrorism, politics, finance and organized crime meld together in one amorphous, impenetrable mass. Killed on the word of a dubious informer, perhaps: a tortured captive willing to say anything to end his torment, a business rival, a personal foe, a bureaucrat looking to impress his superiors, a paid snitch in need of cash, a zealous crank pursuing ethnic, tribal or religious hatreds -- or any other purveyor of the garbage data that is coin of the realm in the shadow world.

 

    Bush proudly held up this hideous system as an example of what he called "the meaning of American justice." And the assembled legislators ... applauded. Oh, how they applauded! They roared with glee at the leering little man's bloodthirsty, B-movie machismo. They shared his sneering contempt for law -- our only shield, however imperfect, against the blind, brute, ignorant, ape-like force of raw power. Not a single voice among them was raised in protest against this tyrannical machtpolitik: not that night, not the next day, not ever.

 

    And now, in September 2006, we know they will never raise that protest. Oh, a few Democrats stood up at the last minute on Thursday to posture nobly about the dangers of the detainee bill -- but only when they knew that it was certain to pass, when they had already given up their one weapon against it, the filibuster, in exchange for permission from their Republican masters to offer amendments that they also knew would fail. Had they been offering such speeches since October 2001, when the lineaments of Bush's presidential tyranny were already clear -- or at any other point during the systematic dismantling of America's liberties over the past five years -- these fine words might have had some effect.

 

    Now the killing will go on. The tyranny that has entered upon the country will grow stronger, more brazen; the darkness will deepen. Whitman, thou should'st be living at this hour; America has need of thee. (Subtitle and/or emphasis added by Wolf Britain.)

 



 

    Chris Floyd is an American journalist residing in the UK. His work has appeared in print and online in venues all over the world, including The Nation, Counterpunch, Columbia Journalism Review, the Christian Science Monitor, Il Manifesto, the Moscow Times, and many others. He is the author of Empire Burlesque: High Crimes and Low Comedy in the Bush Imperium , and is co-founder and editor of the "Empire Burlesque" political blog.

 

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TROPICAL STORM ONDOY / KETSANA HIT THE PHILIPPINES













The tropical storm Ondoy aftermath.


Courage is the unspoken language of the hurting and suffering.

This is just several of many other images... and there are many more much heartbreaking than this.


Flooded homes and streets, crowded evacuation centers, broken families, sick babies, the helpless elderly and the handicapped, landslides burying houses along with the families inside, stalled vehicles one on top of the other -- images that would break your heart.

TS Ondoy/Ketsana hurt my country and people more than anything else imagined.
Thousands have joined hands, resources, and energies in various relief operations but so much more is needed for food, warm clothes, shoes, medicines, drinking water, shelter --- and too of hope, strength, courage, faith, prayers and miracles. An appeal is sent out to all kindhearted souls out there, please check out this link...

HOW YOU CAN HELP

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I Don't Understand (A Storm)
I don't know what to do. I'm silent. I guess I'll write a story. Tell me what you feel... as if you're gonna read it. Close the window already.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSw7CcAXPWk&feature=PlayList&p=E2F6241EACE38017&index=0&playnext=1

If you're still here. Read and start with Autumn. You'll understand, or will you be lost like me?

A STORM

A room where so much life was held now shutters against the cold fading moon. You see? This room has seen photos come and go; the last of them in the darkness, the photos stand still and gray on top of a cherry red dresser. Your eyes strain and still you only see with what the moonlight provides. The window stands tall and proud, clear as day although grasped by the night air; light smoke calmly creeps across the outside of the panes.

You see her from the side, as she lies in front of the window. The six section glass towers her body as if a guardian in these uncertain nights. She lays there still, her eyes closed, resting her arms on her stomach. Her wispy mahogany hair glows slightly in the eerie moonlight. Can you see as I see? The gleaming red lips, the ivory soft skin, a face like that of an angel's sigh on a cold night? You stare at her face till the flashes of smiles run before your eyes, they don't stop, they can't. You remember her as if she was your soul, every detail dripping before you and the tears don't stop, how can they? You drowned them long ago...

The piano dances melancholy around the air, as you breathe it in and exhale the violin. It’s so sad; you can feel it in your heart as you step closer to her. Her chest rises slowly; your heart beats like Vivaldi in the midst of his darkening spring. You seem to glide towards her, almost effortlessly but with such struggle you stumble slightly in your ease, your eyes still on her. As you walk closer you can see the tears that fell from years before. Her soft ivory face leaves you scarlet and still; you stand there silent, your body wavering every now and then, disturbing the dust on the floor.

The lighting brands the sky and the thunder follows like a rolling plague. Your face goes white and you fear for her waking. Thunder pursues once more deafening the sky with sound, whatever blood in your body vanishes and you're left ghastly in the dark. The rain embellishes the gray sky, the rays of the moon reach towards the ground like graceful knives. The light hits her and as she opens her eyes, you see the peace that was once there, her eyes bright in the light of the moon shine a petrifying green. You remember, and you fall through the surface. Breaking through Vivaldi's summer, your heart beats faster and faster. She lays there and exhales your sky.

Afraid you stand as Medusa's statue, but she ignores you. Although her feet delicately touches the floor the dust jumps and vanishes leaving the room new as the day you arrived. Still silent and oblivious she runs past you and down the stairs and out into the open. Startled you get on the bed and look out the window to see her running through the meadow, she stops. She cups her hand around her mouth and shouts. You hear the thunder boom and you run down the stairs, through the black living room, and out into the open meadow.

Can you see as I see? The pallid quivering lips, the soft paling peach skin, a face that the angels sculpted with air now battered by rain. Her puffing cheeks were quick to forget the tears and embraced the rain, the eyes screamed at the stars and her voice was left ignored by the night. Lightning was strewn across the sky and in answer the night turned and surrendered itself to the rumbling barrage of cannons that swept the vault of heaven like the beginning of Vivaldi’s winter.

She crumpled to her knees and fell on the ground, the white dress that elegantly caressed her firm yet soft body, was soaked and the left side stained with dirt. Her legs to her right side she leaned with her arms out, her hands on the ground to support her. Her lonely tears joined the rain and danced on the forever inconstant ground. Her mahogany hair now black and soaked stayed close to her, as if in fear of what was to come. She looked at the sky and screamed; still you cannot hear her voice. You move closer, the tall grass slowing your progress; the lightning shatters the night and she screams once more; this time, the thunder roars your name. Do you understand now?

I am death, and I took you away, for you to see what you have taken for granted. Now return from whence you came.

I know this life is beyond me
It stretches further then my eyes can see
The pain inside that I've grown to learn
The silence that long pursues my empty soul, I yearn.
The storms rise and fall
In the darkness we haul
The lost and diverging
Till they arrive emerging
From the ebbing of the storm
From which they should have been born.

Sorry O_O!!! Just tell me what your thoughts are ^-^. (I kinda wanna write a bunch of short stories and poems and publish them hehe. So help me and tell me your thoughts! Be critical and tell me what you liked, didn't like, what feelings it gave you, what images you felt, what made you confused etc.)

JUST to let you know, it was intended to be somewhat (although not really) like Aesops Fables. Cause honestly, we do forget those that matter to us from time to time.

Whore this blog out if you can... I really want to see how many insights and stuff I can, and Mindsay is a vast site so PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TO WHORE MY BLOG! ^-^.

No stealing or any alterations of my writing is allowed without written permission! ;).
 
 
 

   
Tiger turns to Bear
Body says, storm coming in.

Not that it tells me this. Oh, no. A lot of internal processes are going a little odd, but we're not going to mention why.

The first clue, generally, is being absolutely hungry. Okay? I just ate a perfectly fine, in fact slightly larger than usual lunch, right before work. Finished my milk on the way to work, in fact. And an hour later, I'm not just feeling peckish, I can both feel and hear my stomach making a ruckus. Get a snack partway through work, end up bolting home. Food. Food. Need food. Whatever you want me to deal with, if I can't eat it, it's going to have to wait ten minutes.

Eat food. Mind, I have to book it over to my class. Whatever. Bring part of it, eat more food in class. Eat food between class and lab. Drink water. Drink another liter of water. Hmmm, almost...getting...there...

If you've seen me recently, I am certainly not wasting away. It is far more obvious than I'd prefer when I've had a crazy week that doesn't let me get to the gym. Body doesn't care. Body takes all the food I give it, and says, "You need more. I'm still hungry. Go find something else. Gimme."

And there's this strong sense of, "return to home." I have the overwhelming urge to go home, and stay there. Batten down all the hatches, close the blinds, and if I happen to have a spare piece of sheetrock lying around, make a new wall in front of them. Find my honey and my brood, get them all in for the night, lock up, snuggle up, and hibernate. Really, find a big warm pile of cushions and blankets, drag about six more blankets over yourself (hopefully you've already snarfed your sweetie, so he's stuck there), and sleep this through.

At this point, I usually have to remind myself that, A) I have no chillens yet, as Santas would say, and B1) I don't live with my love, B2) my love is far enough away that he's out of this storm system and can't be brought in the house anyway, and B3) he's pretty good about taking care of himself in winter weather.

Silly instincts. But the fun part is if you ignore where all of this is going. I love A&P. I'm occasionally completely bewildered by it, but I love it, love learning all this stuff (hate getting left behind, though). Body hit a switch, and, you're going to sleep....nooow. Close down. I kept jerking awake, I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, I drank a tank of water (usually, this wakes me up)...argh. Fortunately, she finished pretty early tonight - we had some free time with checking out more tissue types under the microscopes, but I was done. I had the choice on whether I wanted to fall asleep on the lab table or in my room, but sleep was going to claim me.

Sleep is temporarily holding off, since I've appeased the other two instincts. I'm home. I ate MORE food. I have agreed that, no, I'm not going anywhere tonight. I checked the weather to make sure that storm indeed was going on. It's going to be a good one, by the look of it. Talking to a few other students, evidently (for the last few years, anyway) Wyoming gets this very dry January, most of February, and then gets slammed by its winter weather from late February through most of March and perhaps a good slice of April.

Ah, good. Perfect traveling weather.

I still have a paper to write tonight, and tomorrow is far too booked until AFTER the class to have time to do it, so I'm going to take a shower, as that's one of the more effective ways of keeping myself awake after my body tries to throw me into bed.

EDIT: Ah, haha, hahaha, haha, ha.
The youngest and I are now uproariously laughing. We've been discussing weather patterns, because there's a different winter storm (more severe than ours, actually) that's decided to wreak one serious weather party (depends on the storm's definition, I suppose) from South Dakota to Michigan. What we have coming is in comparison rather cute - much smaller, the sort of thing that you'd expect to find waltzing around Canada, and it's on a very determined mission to Destroy the Bighorns by Snow. Evidently, it took notice of us, and made a beeline straight down here.
But, just to be sure that I wasn't getting some sort of weather-message-error, I decided to check a few other areas. Mitchell, major storm warning. Grand Rapids, Green Bay, Austin, winter weather warning. Minneapolis, winter weather advisory. Tallahassee - high pollen count.

Needless to say, my sister and I find this very funny. To be fair, I think it's the natural bent of Minnesotans to find Florida very funny. We have Iowa jokes, we don't even bother picking on Florida. We just hear the name and smile.
 
 
   
 

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