Location, Location, Location

I can't for the life of me figure out why in the hell people chose to live in the path of obvious and imminent natural disasters.

Lets start with those barefoot maniacs who always chose to build their entire civilization at the base of a fucking Volcano. Look... Volcano's erupt. That's what they do. And when they do erupt, they spew millions upon millions upon millions of gallons of molten Magma down the side and it continues outward until it only stops at the cold waters of the Ocean devastating as it goes and encasing every living thing in a stony grave.

This is not News.

This has been going on since the beginning of TIME.

The problem is... people are STILL building their bone-nosed civilizations at the base of active Volcano's.

Why?

Because they are Numbskull's driven by "tradition" and they hold beauty over sensibility.

Take California. . . its known for its natural disasters, such as massive mudslides and devastating earthquakes... yet almost 37 Million nitwits live there... some Right on the biggest fault-line in America. Yet somehow, they are always shocked and bewildered when a major Earthquake strikes and buildings collapse and hundreds or even thousands of people are killed and or injured!

And then here you have these huge cliffs that have massive mudslides of millions of tons of churning Earth that break free and go grinding down the hillside, destroying everything in its path... So lets build some multi-million dollar houses that literally HANG off the side of these cliffs. Its only a matter of time before everything you own is in a shitty pile at the bottom of a cavernous hole in the ground.

And THAT'S if your lucky and you survive the whole stupid ordeal.

Because its not a matter of IF, people... its a matter of WHEN.

Tornado's rip apart the middle of America Every Year and as soon as the carnage and destruction is over... they rebuild. Right in the same fucking place. They call it "Tornado Ally" and their cool with that. These towns have giant warning systems in place that warn the townspeople of oncoming twisters so they can have enough time to duck and cover underground.

Here's a warning for you. TORNADO'S ARE COMING! That's what they do! So either live somewhere where there isn't a constant gay-parade of death and destruction or start building your houses UNDERGROUND!

Look... If you were looking to move into a new house and you found a nice little deal on the corner of Murder Avenue and Arson street and you looked around the neighborhood and all the other houses in that area either had been burnt to the ground or were wardened off with miles of yellow Police tape and blood-soaked chalk outlines. . . wouldn't you think twice?

Probably not... dumbass.

When Hurricane Katrina blasted through New Orleans, people looked upon it as an Act of God... a disaster that couldn't have been stopped. Except for the fact that it ALL could have been avoided if people had just been smart enough NOT to live There!

Some areas of New Orleans were built 27 feet BELOW sea level! The only thing keeping back the ravages of the death-inducing Ocean were a few shoddy levee's built decades ago by the lowest possible bidders. You live in a fucking FISH BOWL with a crack in it assholes! MOVE!

And then afterwards, everyone was like "Oh, what a horrible thing... those poor people."

So the Government swoops in and rounds everybody up and stuffs them into a Super-Dome Stadium and only gives them provisions for half to survive on.

Welcome to THUNDERDOME bitches... now, guess what? You have just entered the Government's very own personal reality show. The first person to collect a hundred pair of dry Nike's wins a Non-Leathal shotgun slug to the face! Go!

New Orleans turned into a Warzone sprinkled with zombie overtones within days of Katrina. Showing that people CAN come together to help each other... but usually only after they've got their fill of Looting. Water? Bitches need FuBu!

Forrest fires, Blizzards, Earthquakes, Floods, Hurricanes, Tornado's, Locusts, Avalanches, Sand-storms, Volcano's, Tsunamis... everywhere you go there is something that can kill you! I understand that Mother Nature is Blond Nordic bitch in a cold Brass Bra with a Chain-Mail Wedgie. . . but God-damn it... don't make it so easy for her to pick you off.

Always remember... location, location, location.