The Truth About Tornados
Predator Press
[LOBO]
Unlike the Discovery Channel, Predator Press doesn’t make you sit through an hour of excruciatingly boring “facts” and “proof”. We’re just going to come right out and say it in the opening paragraph: Tornados Do Not Exist.
There.
We said it.
End of story.
This myth –obviously perpetuated to maintain the billions of dollars America shovels into tornado “warnings”, safety equipment and protective gear every year- spins finally to rest right here, right now. Just like Bigfoot and the female orgasm, it's all hype and happity-horsecrap: no longer shall America be terrorized by legends designed to scare children to sleep!
“But LOBO,” you say. “While I respect your staggering intellect, I’ve seen pictures of towns destroyed by tornados!”
You call that proof?
What if those people were just really messy?
FEMA: ”My god … This place is a sty. What happened?
Townsfolk: ”Um … tornado!”
FEMA: ”Really? Here is a million dollars!”
Townsfolk: ”Thanks!”
I spent about two hours yesterday on my roof with a pair of binoculars. Know how many tornados I saw? None. And I for one am tired of subsidizing slovenly townfolk with my hard-earned tax dollars.
One has merely to examine the weird recommendations the government provides to unravel the fabled ‘tornado’:
True or False: The safest place to be during a tornado is underground, preferably in a storm cellar.
Correct Answer: False. This is where they want you to be, so those lazy slugs don’t have to go through much trouble burying you!
True or False: If you see a tornado, leave your car and get into a ditch.
Correct Answer: False. What are you stupid? Who is telling you this crap? That's is analogous to that whole 'Stop, Drop, and Roll' sham! Ditches are filthy. And what if some dude wants to steal your car?
A big tornado -say an F9- will rip your shoes through your eye sockets and then beat you to death with them, ditch or no ditch. To avoid injury, a) Get out into a wide-open flat field, b) Quickly ascertain the direction the tornado is spinning, and then c) Run in circles in the same direction as fast as possible to cancel out the cyclonic effect.
True or False: Do not try to outrun a tornado.
Correct Answer: False, false, false. If you see a tornado, get the f—k away as quickly and recklessly as possible. Sabotaging fleeing others by tripping them and running them off the road is useful too, as the tornado will often pause to enjoy devouring their succulent juices -thereby gaining you what might be precious seconds.
If you ask me, America should be a lot less preoccupied with fictitious tooth fairies, boogeymen and funnel clouds, and concerned about more tangible threats like funnel cakes. I mean the unsanitary-seeming conditions of where they are cooked aside, what the hell are those things? Deep-fried sugar globs dipped in syrup and dusted in a redundant additional coating of powdered sugar?
Why don't you just try to get your arteries to process cinderblocks and pointy sticks?
Blech!
[LOBO]Unlike the Discovery Channel, Predator Press doesn’t make you sit through an hour of excruciatingly boring “facts” and “proof”. We’re just going to come right out and say it in the opening paragraph: Tornados Do Not Exist.
There.
We said it.
End of story.
This myth –obviously perpetuated to maintain the billions of dollars America shovels into tornado “warnings”, safety equipment and protective gear every year- spins finally to rest right here, right now. Just like Bigfoot and the female orgasm, it's all hype and happity-horsecrap: no longer shall America be terrorized by legends designed to scare children to sleep!
“But LOBO,” you say. “While I respect your staggering intellect, I’ve seen pictures of towns destroyed by tornados!”
You call that proof?
What if those people were just really messy?
FEMA: ”My god … This place is a sty. What happened?
Townsfolk: ”Um … tornado!”
FEMA: ”Really? Here is a million dollars!”Townsfolk: ”Thanks!”
I spent about two hours yesterday on my roof with a pair of binoculars. Know how many tornados I saw? None. And I for one am tired of subsidizing slovenly townfolk with my hard-earned tax dollars.
One has merely to examine the weird recommendations the government provides to unravel the fabled ‘tornado’:
True or False: The safest place to be during a tornado is underground, preferably in a storm cellar.
Correct Answer: False. This is where they want you to be, so those lazy slugs don’t have to go through much trouble burying you!
True or False: If you see a tornado, leave your car and get into a ditch.
Correct Answer: False. What are you stupid? Who is telling you this crap? That's is analogous to that whole 'Stop, Drop, and Roll' sham! Ditches are filthy. And what if some dude wants to steal your car?A big tornado -say an F9- will rip your shoes through your eye sockets and then beat you to death with them, ditch or no ditch. To avoid injury, a) Get out into a wide-open flat field, b) Quickly ascertain the direction the tornado is spinning, and then c) Run in circles in the same direction as fast as possible to cancel out the cyclonic effect.
True or False: Do not try to outrun a tornado.
Correct Answer: False, false, false. If you see a tornado, get the f—k away as quickly and recklessly as possible. Sabotaging fleeing others by tripping them and running them off the road is useful too, as the tornado will often pause to enjoy devouring their succulent juices -thereby gaining you what might be precious seconds.
If you ask me, America should be a lot less preoccupied with fictitious tooth fairies, boogeymen and funnel clouds, and concerned about more tangible threats like funnel cakes. I mean the unsanitary-seeming conditions of where they are cooked aside, what the hell are those things? Deep-fried sugar globs dipped in syrup and dusted in a redundant additional coating of powdered sugar?Why don't you just try to get your arteries to process cinderblocks and pointy sticks?
Blech!
Comments
I never heard of it until I had roommates from Jersey in college and they made it once in awhile. It's damn good though.
True or False: Finding yourself surrounded by Munchkins following a tornado is a sign that a fence post may have delivered a blow hard enough to start a blood clot on your brain.
Bee: You can say anything you want. Taking a tip from Brent, I try not to cuss unless absolutely necessary ... but sometimes you just need that potency, you know? And don’t worry. You’ll be back on top soon. I’m sure this is just a fluke based on my begging in "Butterfly".
Mark and Deb: Absolutely true! And thanks for the LOL! :)
Quel –Qelqu- eh, Joe: I’m actually brewing a post that will take a few days, and didn’t want to ‘go dormant’. This was one of my fave pieces anyway. Who would’ve thought anyone would notice? :)