While California’s version of Global Warming continues–albeit in a slightly reduced mode, even if only temporarily–things are far from alright, to kinda quote Marcellus Wallace from that ugly scene down in that redneck basement in Pulp Fiction.
By the time the big one (earthquake) hits and the state slides off into the briny depths of the Pacific Ocean, all that may be left is a big piece of burnt toast in the shape of a state that looks a lot like California.
We still have many people in harm’s way, some of which are there to protect people in spite of their own lack of common sense.
“Let’s see, I think I will build my wooden home with wood siding and a wood shake roof with a redwood deck in the middle of a tinder box of explosive fuel in the form of volatile brush right up to the front door and on a steep hillside with only one narrow road getting out.”
What could possibly go wrong?!?
But as long as the locals are safe, life is good.
Fear not, that alligator is a family member;
But I’d keep my eye on that big duck-
Rumor has it he quacks around.