Attack of the killer FEMA.
August 22, 2008
So I go to Taco Bell to gets me a simple bit to eat since I can't sleep and I order three simple things. Three. The astounding thing is they actually managed to get all three things correct, since all of the twerps working there are apparently short-bus rejects from local Coke-head High.
This being 'Millard South'. There is no such town as 'Millard' any longer, having been annexed by the city back in the seventies, but they like to keep calling themselves 'Millard' because, hey, they think it makes them a bit more 'important' that us lowly folks that live in Omaha proper.
They even like to claim my neighborhood, full of its pot heads and wife beaters, but this street was never a part of that tiny little town that got ate, much like another one out further west, Elkhorn, who was such crybabies about it that they took it to the Supreme Court.
Yes. Your tax dollars spent by an elitist little Nebraska town because, despite the law specifically saying them being annexed was legal, they didn't want to be. Well all I say to that is tough, you're Annexed now, and pretty soon you, too, will enjoy the joys of no police in your area.
I see cops here every six months. Tops. And a snowplow usually after the snow has melted. This is sort of why I was surprised to see the huge government turnout when we got blasted by tornadoes here a month or so back. Not just locals either, we had FEMA here stalking the streets.
And that, my friends, is a scary prospect. The last thing I want trolling around my neighborhood is a bunch of dickhead entitled government-salaried turds that are inclined to run people over for having the temerity to tell them to, say, obey the LAW when they're in the area.
Of course, they weren't as bad as the disaster tourists. Lousy gawker rednecks that like to think they're big city boys, saddling up the kids in the SUV and haul ass to see the houses messed up by the tornado that tore through. So many that the cops had to physically block the neighborhood.
And thus, the fire department looking around for people trapped in rubble. So this, this is my Hate Letter to you, the people of Omaha, Nebraska. I hate you, I hate your inbred spawn, I hate your closed-minded churches, and most of all, I hope you die horribly in a nuclear meltdown.
But I digress.
I took a few pictures here recently of the lingering rubble and destruction. Oddly both of those buildings are so close to that stupid billboard of that smarmy butcher I took a photo of that you could see them by turning your head. Which means you can see them (barely) from my place.
I didn't take pictures of the houses though, 'cause those obnoxious tourists left a sour taste in my mouth and I thought that was a private thing. The news-jockey dicks didn't, but you know, they have no souls anyway, so the last thing I'm about to do is say 'if they did it...'
The first photo is obviously a 'dramatic re-enactment', unless FEMA has indeed started dressing like Special Counter-Terrorist Group Delta (colloquially known as GI Joe). But then I can imagine FEMA roaming around my neighborhood with a hatchet and waving the Flag like a badge.
The others are 'totaled' structures within a mile of here, that took it a bit less than most of the houses did, but way more than the immense meat packing plant that tends to make the air smell awful hereabouts on the hottest days. Though not as bad as Sioux City's. Argg.
ANYWAY. So I goes to Taco Bell, and one of the items I ordered was a 'Pintos 'n Cheese'. For those of you not in the Know, this is a cup, full of beans, a 'red' sauce, and cheese. It used to have green onions, until the scare about those that seems to have removed them from America.
And the douchebag at the booth gives me a fork. A fork. If you remotely like beans, I recommend you try this, for at the very least you'll get an idea how patently stupid this is. They have sporks. Sporks! For the one thing on the menu that needs it. Guess what that is?
Yep, a Pintos 'n Cheese. One of these days I'm going to go there and kidnap everyone in a Taco Bell and sit them down with a bowl of of Pintos 'n Cheese and a fork, and i'm going to tase them every time they make the slightest mess trying to eat that soupy gloop.
It makes me want to give up on them and just go eat at the other Mexican restaurant near my house, which happens to be Burger King. Yes, Burger King. The last ten times I've been there I have not encountered anyone speaking English. Not that this is a bad thing, just an observation.
Except that I never get barbecue sauce when I ask for it. Sigh.
PS: My stomach still itches. And the stubble still stabs me through my shirt.