I see it less than political, more like fire and brimstone natural disaster sort of thing. Harbindger of doom. The beginnings of something that you can extrapolate upon to determine the possible width and depth of the shaft. That's 11% of GDP for you sports fans, we're in World War 2 territory here. Politics be damned, we're just good and fucked. We just cut pay at my work by 6% so we could avoid letting people go. These are non-profit wages, which for San Francisco are just above starvation to begin with.

But then again, I do so love disasters. I've never felt better or thought more clearly than in those couple of occasions I was being shot at, was in a fight or was watching a hurricane take out houses along the beach from ours in Florida. Going to hell, brb. lol.

Plywood's not very strong in the face of a truly horrendous storm. Sometimes it's best to simply let nature take its course and then rebuild with whatever is left behind.