We're here, idly sharpening kukris and wondering at the luminescent wolf fangs found on the steps of the Compound in the half-light of dusk.
And, of course, waiting with bated breath for the outcome of the most important elections known to peoplekind ever. Yes, ever in the history of fragile planet earth 'til now.
We were warned by our Commander-in-Chief, yes, warned, but took no heed. Texas refused to pay its carbon tax and play its part in the life and death War on Weather. Complacency slipped in, and this is the result.
The Commander
Thunder, lightning, incessant, relentless rain and fierce winds, all combining to make this the storm of the century. 31 counties have been declared disaster zones by Governor Greg Abbott and still the water continues to rise.
The Bricks
Rain is set to fall all week, bringing not only record breaking floods but also a plague of snakes, insects and floating trash.
The Road
Here, in this small farming community, we watch from high ground and the roofs of our homes as the rain pounds down, and stand ready, razor sharp kukris in hand and shotguns chambered, for the snakes.
