I had to run to the grocery store today to get the fixings for burgers later. I took one of my kids with me. We’ve lived here for a few years and when we first moved here I was blown away by how White, safe, and clean the stores are in my town. Lately, however, I’ve noticed an influx of refugee looking nigs at the store. I’m talking straight outta Africa nogs with very dark skin. Very poor looking, no typical American nog gold jewelry or sneakers. I’m sure that some Jew couldn’t stand how White this area is and started some sort of refugee program here to dirty it up.
Anyway, when checking out, we were behind this African sheboon and her two niglets. Of course they paid with an ebt card. My kid could not stop staring at them. I’m sure she felt like she was looking at a zoo exhibit. The male niglet had a side profile that looked exactly like a gorilla. Huge lips.
This kind of stuff ruins my day. I’m so sick of trying to escape the diversity only to have it come find you. I don’t want my kids having to be around these people.
Had a friend of mine that lives near London KY explain the series of events, they had a 30min warning via NOAA alerts. However sirens did not go off due to no one being on staff at the time.
Added that this tornado spawned 3 possibly more off the main area of rotation, and as it came into London KY the debris ball was at 30,000ft.
Other tornados hit Marion IL, St Louis MO, and as far as Baltimore MD.
Shit is getting fucking real with how violent storms have become.
So here are some tips, and anyone else that knows feel free to add.
1. Listen to the warnings. There is a difference with watch and warning. Watch means conditions are favorable for a weather event. Warning means either radar or confirmed visuals of the storm.
2. Chances are your local weather person's will hype up the event because it gets them ratings and views. Many in Oklahoma where I am from are like this. Don't fall for it.
3. If you hear sirens, use your best judgment to assess the level of danger you are in. I go and watch myself, but I also grew up in tornado alley.
4. If you hear take cover now. Get to the center of your dwelling. Best to have a table or something, I dont endorse getting in the tub and putting a mattress over you. Seen that end badly.
5. After it passes you assess yourself and those you are directly responsible for, going to be lots of hazards for children. Debris will still be falling after the tornado.
6. Nails and sharp shit will be everywhere, assist with clearing roadways. Do not fuck with powerlines, and this includes if they are confirmed dead line. Clear paths to rescue are always the last things anyone thinks of.
7. If you think that you could experience such a catastrophic situation here are some helpful hints to help. Keep all documents within easy access, birth certificates, marriage license or divorce paperwork, everyone's social security cards.
Lastly stay safe goats, stay alive. Another round of storms is going to be starting in Oklahoma from now until Monday night and travel along the same path.
Edit.
Seems many of the negative people want to belittle the severity of over 20 people being ended by weather related events since Friday because of whatever reason.
Don't care what I posted? Cool...dont then. Want to rely on the same government that demanded you get a vax or other bullshit? Cool you do that.
The 1990s marked Hollywood’s violent zenith, blending raw aggression with narrative genius. Three films—Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction (1994), Oliver Stone’s Natural Born Killers (1994), and David Fincher’s Fight Club (1999)—forged archetypes of criminal, nihilistic, and anarchic violence.
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