Storm Warning

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!

Rage! Blow!

You cataracts and hurricanes, spout

Till you have drenched our steeples,

Drown’d our weathercocks!

Shakespeare (1564-161), King Lear

October 30, 2012

Do not delude yourself, Miss Sandy Storm.

You are not a perfect three part storm.

You don’t the coming election transform.

So.

Roar, tropical hurricane winds, roar.

The national budget deficit will still soar.

Howl,  Nor’ Easter gales, howl.

Political critics will still cry foul.

Rain & snow, Canadian cold front, rain & snow.

Inland and in the mountains, to polls voters will  go.

Surge & flood , you three merged storms,  surge & flood

The election issues you will not purge or end bad blood.

Cut the power, turn off the lights, cut the power.

You cannot the American electorate disempower.  

Tweet: Now that Miss Sandy Storm has done its damnest, life and the election will go on & the dampness will recede.

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