As I am sitting in my sail boat in the San Juan islands, listening to a New Yorker educate me about water issues is laughable. You suffered during a storm, big deal. When you have sailed, surfed and scuba dived in the ocean, then you might have something to say.
You sanctimoniously blame the parents for this tragedy. The jackass is not me.
A child was killed by an alligator, and you blame the parents. Have some empathy.
Who cares whether you sit on an island or on your own fat
self-satisfied ass?
The fact of the matter is that you assume I live only in Manhattan when I live also on the dangerous shore of the Atlantic Ocean. An ocean that can turn on a dime as it did three years ago and I was witness to people’s houses being destroyed and others begging for money outside of my local 711. I was lucky; my fellow citizens were not and I gave out many dollars to help them out of their appalling situation while you lived in Obama land.
Have fun on your sailboat, a**hole. Some of us live in Realville.