Iowahawk: Ship of Fools

Iowahawk | January 20, 2011 | David Burge

[EveningStar]

...As you may have read recently, a panel of 100 scientists is now warning that the state of California faces the risk of severe “superstorms” that could inflict more that $400 billion in economic damages to our state economy...

In anticipation of such a catastrophic event, I will soon begin seeking $75 billion in emergency supplementary appropriations from the California Assembly and federal sources for the construction of the California SuperArk...

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[EveningStar]

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[martin_fierro]

Joan Approves.

[MeganC]

California will belong to Mexico when the superstorm happens so why bother spending Federal money fixing it?

[colorado tanker]

This is a good column. Very funny. Thanks!

[RichInOC]

We’re setting sail
To the place on the map
From which no one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
By the light of the campaign signs that burn
Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace
And the gold and the cotton and pearls
It’s the place where they keep all the darkness you need
You sail away from the light of the world
On this trip, baby

You will pay tomorrow
You gonna pay tomorrow
You will pay tomorrow

Save me
Save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail in this ship of fools
Save me
Save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail in this ship of fools

I want to run and hide
Right now...

Avarice and greed
Are gonna drive you over the endless sea
They will leave you drifting in the shallows
Or drowning in the oceans of history
Traveling the world
You’re in search of no good
But I’m sure you’ll build your Sodom
Like you knew you would
Using all the good people
For your galley slaves
As your little boat struggles
Through the warning waves

But you don’t pay
You will pay tomorrow
You gonna pay tomorrow
You gonna pay tomorrow

Save me
Save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail in this ship of fools
Save me
Save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail in this ship of fools

I want to run and hide
Right now...

Where’s it coming from?
Where’s it going to?
It’s just a ship of fools...

Here we go...
All aboard...

—Karl Wallinger (World Party)

(well, he actually wrote “crosses” instead of “campaign signs”, but other than that...)

[Two Kids' Dad]

I think I’d like to advertise something for sale in reference to how many cubits it is. Whether it be a home or a plot of land or a bicycle or something even smaller. Like maybe “Dog for sale. $49.00. Weighs 30 pounds and is .ooo64 cubits in size.”