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When Real Monsters Attack

Satellite image of Melissa over Jamaica

“When I look at the cloud pattern, I will tell you as a meteorologist and professional – and a person – it is beautiful, but it is terrifying.  I know what is underneath those clouds.”

Sean Sublette, a meteorologist based in Virginia

Who needs ghosts and witches for Halloween when we have massive storm systems like Hurricane Melissa?  This past Tuesday, the 28th, Melissa plowed into Jamaica with 185-mph (298 kmh) winds.  It’s the first known Category 5 hurricane to hit Jamaica and most powerful since Gilbert in September 1988.  Gilbert held the record as the most powerful tropical storm system in recorded history, until Hurricane Patricia in the northwestern Pacific in October 2015.  Patricia produced 215-mph (346-kmh) winds and a surface pressure of 872 millibars (mb).  That pressure is the second lowest on record with Typhoon Tip producing 870 mb in October 1979.  (Tip boasted 190-mph winds.)

These storm systems – already the most powerful tempests on Earth – are getting worse.  In September 1995 Tropical Storm Opal developed in the Bay of Campeche and slammed into Florida’s west coast as a Category 4 hurricane.  It was the first time since U.S. meteorologists began naming these storms in 1953 that the Atlantic-Caribbean group reached the letter ‘O’.

That year, 1995, produced a total of 21 named systems; the greatest number since the 20 total systems (albeit unnamed) in the region in 1933.  All those records, however, shattered in 2005 when the Atlantic-Caribbean produced an unprecedented 28 tropical storm systems.  For the first time since 1953, meteorologists had to resort to the Greek alphabet for storm names.

The 2005 Atlantic-Caribbean hurricane system was most likely foretold in March 2004, when a squall nicknamed “Catarina” developed in the southwestern Atlantic and hit Brazil as what would be considered a Category 1 hurricane.  This was truly anomalous as full-fledged hurricanes rarely form in the Southern Atlantic because of cooler sea surface temperatures and strong vertical wind shear.

Tropical storm systems of any magnitude anywhere in the world are measured using the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Wind Scale, which went into effect in 1973.  The U.S. National Hurricane Center (NHC) modified the system in 2009, but it’s still the standard-bearer for measuring the most powerful weather systems on Earth.

The development of Doppler weather radar in the 1970s proved to be a great leap forward for meteorology.  In September 1961 Hurricane Esther was the first tropical storm to be tracked by satellite.  Previously storms were generally followed by military reconnaissance aircraft.  But with Doppler scientists were able to trail various weather systems in real time and garner detailed information about a storm’s formation and movement.  By the 1980s, meteorologists began theorizing that tropical storm systems – especially hurricanes – follow certain pathways in the atmosphere; depending on the time of year and location of formation.  Late season hurricanes (after October 1) in the Atlantic-Caribbean, for example, tend to move eastward.

Eight years ago Hurricane Maria became one of the worst storms to rake across the Caribbean.  Puerto Rico suffered the worst of the chaos, as the storm killed over 3,000 people and costing roughly USD 90-95 billion.  It was the strongest storm to strike the island since the 1928 Lake Okeechobee Hurricane, which was also a Category 5 storm sporting a maximum wind speed of  160 mph (412 kmh) and a death toll in excess of 2,500 throughout the Caribbean and Florida.

Melissa’s strength is disturbing in that it is late in the Atlantic-Caribbean hurricane season.  In October 1998, meteorologists were stunned when Hurricane Mitch became the first Category 5 storm to develop in the region in the month of October.  Before the development of weather technology, it’s understandable that these storms would exact massive death tolls in the areas of impact.  The Great Hurricane of 1780 killed an estimated 22,000 to 30,000 people throughout the Caribbean.  Historians believe it may have achieved a maximum wind speed of 200 mph (322 kph).

To date, the deadliest hurricane to hit the United States (and the deadliest natural disaster) is still the 1900 Galveston Hurricane, which killed over 12,000 – at least 8,000 on Galveston alone.  No one knows where specifically it formed, but scientists believe it was a Category 4 storm.  They also believe it was the same storm that marched up into the central U.S., across the Arctic region and down in Siberia.  If that’s accurate, the storm wasn’t just deadly – it was truly anomalous.  The calamity was exacerbated by the lack of a cohesive warning system and geography.  Galveston is essentially a barrier island, which are narrow strips of sand that protect the mainland from the impact of powerful storms and ocean waves.  By nature they’re not designed to be developed for human habitation.  In 1900, the bulk of Galveston’s land mass rose barely above 15 feet (457 cm), and many of its streets ended at the shoreline.  In the ensuing decades Galveston officials have taken greater measures to develop a solid warning system and evacuation plans; a sea wall that extends across much of the island has helped, along with the planting of seagrass and palm trees.  The entire island has been literally lifted up by hauling in more sand and dirt.  Despite all those efforts, Galveston remains vulnerable, as evidenced by Hurricane Ike in 2008.

Technology and even the most comprehensive evacuation plans won’t save people from themselves.  Development along the coastlines of the U.S. has grown exponentially within the past 50 years.  In September 1999 Hurricane Floyd approached the Florida-Georgia border as a Category 4 and triggered the largest evacuation at the time – nearly 3 million people were ordered to move inland.  However, Floyd bypassed the area and migrated northward in the Carolinas.  Many people were upset at having to leave for a storm that missed them.  I recall one man on the national news complain that all the technology should have provided a more accurate prediction.  I looked at the TV screen and said, ‘Really?’  I personally believe that no one should ever be forced to flee their homes for a natural disaster.  If they feel they’re brave and strong enough to withstand nature’s wrath, just leave them alone!  But they also shouldn’t expect first responders to come racing to their aid.  After X hour, they’re on their own.

In June 1992, the United Nations staged the “Conference on Environment and Development” in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.  Also known as the ‘Earth Summit’, political leaders, diplomats, scientists and many others convened to discuss humanity’s impact on the environment.  One subject that was part of the original agenda was birth control.  The premise was simple: unchecked population growth can have adverse effects on natural resources, such as clean water and air.  But just as the conference was set to begin, the Roman Catholic Church in Brazil intervened and demanded that any discussion on birth control either be limited or excluded altogether.  Despite some initial resistance, the conference organizers eventually conceded, and the Church got their wish.  Conversations on any kind of population control were all but eradicated.  Afterwards, though, the conference was declared a success.

In 1992 the global population was a little over 5.4 billion.  In 2024 it stood at approximately 8.1 billion.  In 1982 China reached an incredible milestone when it became the first country on Earth to attain a population of 1 billion.  (Various demographic studies declared that it actually had reached that number in 1980.)  Before then, China’s various efforts to control its population had catastrophic results.  In 1958 the “Great Leap Forward” was an attempt to streamline food production and distribution, but it led to the starvation deaths of up to 55 million people.  In 1979 the “One Child Per Family” policy was a more concerted effort to limit population growth, but it had an incredibly low acceptance rate, especially in rural areas where more children meant more hands to harvest crops and other food stuffs.  Its most negative impact, however, was on gender disparities.  As with many developing nations, China valued its male citizens more than females.  The “One Child Per Family” stunt culminated in the deaths of thousands of infant girls and has now made China the only country with a greater population of males than females.

In May 2000 India crossed the 1 billion citizenry mark.  By 2023 it had surpassed China in overall population.  Lack of education and comprehensive health care always has deleterious effects on a nation’s overall welfare.  Unmitigated population increases push more people into regions where they’ve never or at least rarely lived.  We’re seeing that here in the U.S., as city populations grow and begin overtaking forests and even farmland.

What does this have to do with Melissa and other tropical storm systems?  In terms of population and human interaction with nature, it means everything.  Coastal areas continue to be popular destinations for tourists and even residents.  Severe storms and rising seas are already wreaking havoc on U.S. coastlines.  Since the start of 2025, a large number of beachfront homes across the country have collapsed into encroaching oceans, mostly on the Eastern seaboard.

Remember Melissa is the strongest hurricane to develop this late in the season.  The first two decades of this century have seen the greatest number of Category 5 hurricanes in the Atlantic-Caribbean basin – nearly 40.  Hurricane Camille remains the most powerful storm to strike anywhere in the United States.  It basically set the standard and was considered a true meteorological anomaly.  But that standard is changing rapidly, and Category 5 storms are becoming more common.

Once again, who needs ghosts and witches when we have real monsters coming out of the sea?

Also see: Great Bhola Cyclone

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Self-Inflicted

“When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.”

Sinclair Lewis, 1935

I had a certain sensation deep inside of me; the same kind of feeling when I know something dramatic – either good or bad – is about to happen.  This time it was bad, and I almost felt sick.  Donald Trump has been reelected to the U.S. presidency.  He becomes only the second president in U.S. history to win a second term that didn’t immediately follow the first.  He also has the dubious distinction of being the first indicted criminal to be elected.  Little could be stranger or sadder for the American people.  I suppose, though, that too many people drank that proverbial Kool-Aid offered by the Republican despot; a man who openly admires the likes of Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong-Un; who has advocated violence against others; who has threatened to imprison anyone who disagrees with him; who incited a riot nearly four years ago; and who has demonstrated no true respect for average, working Americans.

I am embarrassed by and disgusted with many of my fellow Americans who helped put Trump into office.  The Democratic Party, however, really has no one but themselves to blame for this chaos.  Their leadership stood by as Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders ran for president in 2020.  With all due respect to those two gentlemen, their time had come and gone.  The window to run for and win the U.S. presidency is small.  I felt Biden and Sanders would have better served the country by giving speeches and writing books about the value and importance of democracy and how people like Trump pose the worst threat to our constitutional freedoms.

For the Democrats, the 2020 presidential race began with the most diverse slate of candidates – and ended with the same tired old figures that traditionally represented both parties: old White men.  Now understand I’m a mostly White male and have no qualms about it.  But this nation boasts too varied a population to rely upon the same types of people to lead us.

And it’s not that the U.S. isn’t ready for a female president.  We’re way past ready.  It’s just that the Democrats (and the Republicans for that matter) have never chosen the right women to lead them.  I’ve always said Hillary Clinton was too divisive a figure.  While I loved Bill “Who’s Your Daddy” Clinton, I personally never cared for Hillary.  And, although Kamala Harris made history by becoming the first female vice-president in U.S. history, she didn’t do enough to separate herself from Biden.

In 1993 Canada elected its first female prime minister, Kim Campbell, and highly patriarchal and staunchly Roman Catholic México just elected its first female (and Jewish) president, Claudia Scheinbaum.  Thus far, eighteen other women either have been elected or ascended to the highest office in their respective countries in the Western Hemisphere:

Jeanine Áñez, Bolivia, 2019-20

Rosalía Arteaga, Ecuador, 1997

Michelle Bachelet, Chile, 2006-10 and 2014-18

Dina Boluarte, Peru, since 2022

Sylvanie Burton, Dominica, since 2023

Xiomara Castro, Honduras, since 2022

Violeta Chamorro, Nicaragua, 1990-97

Eugenia Charles, Dominican Republic, 1980-95

Laura Chinchilla, Costa Rica, 2010-14

Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, Argentina, 2007-15

Lidia Gueiler Tejadam, Bolivia, 1979-80

Mireya Moscoso, Panama, 1999-2004

Mia Mottley, Barbados, since 2018

Ertha Pascal-Trouillot, Haiti, 1990-91 (acting president)

Michèle Pierre-Louis, Haiti, 2008-09

Dilma Rousseff, Brazil, 2014-16

Portia Simpson-Miller, Jamaica, 2006-07 and 2012-16

Claudette Werleigh, Haiti, 1995-96

Trump does not represent me – never has and never will.  He has proclaimed total disrespect for people who aren’t exactly like him.  And I’m certainly not like him.  I’m not a wealthy, full-blooded Caucasian womanizer who cheated on his taxes and has disdain for the American military.  I feel that he’s a genuine threat to free speech and the right to vote, but – like most conservatives – has the full support of gun rights advocates.  This latter band of extremists has always placed the value of firearms above free speech and the right to vote – and certainly above the lives of human beings.

One of my concerns with Trump’s return to the White House is that he will implement the so-called Project 2025 – a federal policy agenda created by the Heritage Foundation, a far-right conservative outfit that is a borderline hate group.  Many officials in Trump’s first administration took part in the project’s creation, which demands a complete overhaul of the government based on staunchly conservative ideology.  That philosophy features opposition to the usual causes: abortion and reproductive freedom and queer rights, but also immigration and racial equity.  Moreover, Project 2025 calls for unwarranted surveillance on specific individuals; using force to quell protestors; and targeting journalists who they deem enemies of the state.  This might sound familiar to those schooled in global political history.  They’re the same kind of tactics the Nazis and the former Soviet Union used on its own civilians.  Argentina pursued the same agenda during its “Dirty War”, and North Korea is doing it now.

I don’t know what’s next for America, but I see nothing good on the horizon.  I’m certain my conservative friends and relatives will assume I’m being paranoid, even hysterical.  Yet I felt similar sensations of foreboding when George W. Bush became president in 2000.  And I was right.  The U.S. ended up both in war and a recession.

I’m almost certain it will happen again.

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Steve Bannon Looks Like…

On Thursday, the 20th, the political world received a shock when Steve Bannon, former campaign manager to Donald Trump, was arrested on tax fraud charges.  Okay, maybe not too many were shocked.  I mean, Bannon is the 10th former Trump official to be indicted on something.  Bannon has been charged with personally using money from a non-profit intended to build a massive wall on the U.S. border with México – you know, the wall for which México was supposed to pay.  Adding to the elitist irony of it all, Bannon was taken into custody aboard a yacht owned by an exiled Chinese billionaire.

But it’s Bannon’s mug shot that has elicited a slew of raucously crass comments.  Any mug shot – which are just one step above driver’s license photos – always makes for a few good laughs.  Looking at Bannon’s pic incurred all sorts of unsavory images in the Chief’s perpetually disturbed mind.

Hence, Steve Bannon’s mug shot makes him look like:

  • The creepy old guy at the end of the bar who keeps winking at you.  (I’ve been on both ends.)
  • A man enduring a midlife crisis stepping into a Ferrari dealership while his wife is at a church retreat.
  • A Walmart greeter.
  • Fellow blogger and my brother in creatively mental instability Art Browne. (Love you, buddy!)
  • A refugee from Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville”.
  • Any drunk at a Waffle House between midnight and 4 a.m.
  • A headshot for a reverse mortgage commercial.
  • Jerry Garcia’s missing twin.
  • An NFL referee.
  • Any 1980s-era televangelist.
  • A 1980s-era rock star fresh out of rehab.
  • A 1970s-era porn star fresh out of rehab.
  • Any number of homeless men I used to see on the streets of downtown Dallas – only more pathetic.
  • The old man who asks, “Want some candy?”
  • The Chief at age 70.  Oh God, how terrifying!

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I Don’t Care About…

A few nights ago, amidst extensive coverage of the ongoing COVID-19 crisis, a national news network abruptly mentioned that Tom Brady recently signed a contract to join the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.  I guess it was supposed to be a bright spot in yet another tension-filled day in the U.S. and the world.  And who wouldn’t want to take a break from this madness?  But it startled me, as it came even before news about a massive storm system that had swept in from the Pacific and was approaching the middle of the country; bringing heavy rain and strong winds – some possibly tornadic – upon tens of millions of people.  I’m well aware Americans love their football and that sports usually brings people together – excluding stupidly angry parents at kids’ softball games.

In the midst of this pandemic, I could care less about Tom Brady or any other professional athlete – especially the overpaid, over-celebrated types.  Like Tom Brady.  The COVID-19 death toll is rising rapidly in the U.S.; gradually becoming more real and more frightening.  Just as a mudslide creeps down a rain-slogged hill, picking up rocks and vegetation, the virus has been gathering unsuspecting victims – slow, but unstoppable.  Here in my native northeast Texas, the Dallas / Fort Worth metropolitan area’s nearly 8 million residents have found themselves in an unexpected lockdown capsule.  Not much scares Texans, native or transplant.  But COVID-19 is more terrifying than the thought of the federal government snatching up our firearms, or bars and restaurants running out of beer and tequila.

With my elderly mother’s fragile health in even more jeopardy and my gym forced to shut down, I wonder if I’m fatally mistaking my usual spring allergy symptoms for that wicked Wuhan menace.  And, as matters intensify, there are some aspects of American society I don’t care about right now.  I don’t care …

If another wedding or funeral in either Afghanistan or Iraq is interrupted by an ISIS bomb.  U.S. troops have been embedded in Afghanistan for nearly two decades, and we still haven’t been able to tame the bearded and burqa-covered savages who occupy the nation’s rocky environs.  I’ve long championed the complete removal of American troops from Afghanistan; whether or not the energy titans who have insisted they remain like it or not.

If Israel and its venomous neighbors let yet another peace pact collapse.  There never has been peace in the Middle East and – at the current rate – there never will be.  For one thing the U.S. has been kissing Israel’s kosher ass for as long as I can remember.  We’ve bequeathed literally billions of American dollars in aid to Israel, and they’ve reciprocated with little more than self-righteous angst.

To hear more about the British royal family.  As I’ve noted previously, the American media harbors a fascination with the Windsors that the majority of American citizens do not.  To put it in more common vernacular, we mostly don’t a shit what the British royals do.  That Prince Harry and his wife, Meghan, won’t adhere to some ancient, traditional Buckingham duties is about as important to the American populace as a grasshopper binging on a blade of Augustine grass.

About the plight of illegal immigrants lined up along the Mexican border.  Yes, I know many of them are desperate for a new life; free of poverty and crime.  But, right now, we can’t help them.  I’m genuinely more concerned about the health of my mother (who was born in México in 1932) and myself than some illiterate wetback who’s either too stupid or too lazy to follow established rules and laws to enter the U.S. legally.  If they can afford to pay several thousand American dollars to a coyote, or smuggler, to help them cross the Rio Grande, they can use that money to acquire the proper documentation.

About the anxiety of the transgendered.  Personally, I’m almost sick of hearing gender-confused folks clamor for equal treatment, then publicly lament that no one understands their “struggles”.  No, I don’t comprehend that you have trouble figuring out whether you should have indoor or outdoor genital plumbing and I don’t want to take the time and energy to do so.  For years the TG community demanded to be included within the overall queer community; now they want to piggyback on the rest of us and still have their own revolving closet.

About Confederate monuments.  Throughout the southeastern U.S., generations of redneck assholes have been fighting the American Civil War and – goddammit – they STILL haven’t won!  They keep hollering that the conflict that took some 800,000 lives was about states’ rights, when in fact, it was about the right of said states to keep millions of Negroes enslaved like wild animals.  The conservative morons who approve school text books have tried to dance around the issue by making such asinine claims that African slaves were “immigrant workers” or that slavery was actually “work for food and shelter.”  If anything, these are the people I’d love to see infected with COVID-19 and die.  When education and information fail to enlighten people, I view death as the only viable alternative.

About the Kardashian clan.  As with the British royal family, I’m about as concerned with the Kardashian gang as I am with a bug’s ass.  In fact, like with professional athletes, I don’t give a shit for the antics of overpaid, over-hyped celebrities; people who live in gilded mansions and consider limited bandwidth a problem.

Whether or not Oprah Winfrey can eat bread.  For more than thirty years I’ve heard the former talk show host bemoan her struggles with weight and body imagery.  Here’s some body imagery for you: I have an uncircumcised penis and hair covering my butt and my chest.  Does anyone genuinely care?  No!  And I don’t give a flying fuck if Oprah can eat an entire loaf of unleavened bread in one sitting without feeling guilty.  Her wagon loads of chicken fat (emblematic of her butt cheeks) failed to impress me; instead, just making me laugh.  I recall, during her 2009 visit to the Dallas area, Oprah waddled onto a stage at the Texas State Fair clad in jeans and a cowboy hat (trying to look so…you know, Texan).  My mother glared at the TV screen and uttered, “God, I didn’t realize how fat she is until now…seeing her in those jeans.  You know, fat gals have no business wearing jeans.”  Thus remember, despite her self-aggrandizing proclamations, Oprah doesn’t really care if you like bread, or if you can distinguish real mashed potatoes from processed cauliflower.  She just cares if you buy her magazines.  Which might not be a bad idea right now.  Toilet paper has been in short supply lately.

Now, dear readers, please tell us what you care about most (or least) in these critical times.  I fully believe in the power of the pen and the keyboard, and as bloggers and writers, we are obliged to keep the unbridled truth – and the hand sanitizer – in motion.

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Worst Quote of the Week – September 20, 2019

Trump signing his name to a portion of the “virtually impenetrable” border wall.

“As one of the folks just said, it really is virtually impenetrable.”

– Faux President Donald Trump commenting on a stretch of the border wall in San Diego, California.

So, in short, the “virtually impenetrable” wall is penetrable.  I can see it now: illegal immigrants taking selfies of themselves in front of the wall, before finding a way around or over it.

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Oh, That Musky Scent!

Although I consider myself as American as apple pie, baseball and ravioli, I frequently watch foreign television networks; mainly as a matter of desire for knowledge of other cultures, but also in case I need to evade bill collector.  I was channel-surfing the other night and happened upon Univision where I saw a commercial a Mexican cologne for men – “Chorizo Splash.”

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A Land Called México

They have experienced the glory and the pain.

They have weathered through generous pride and torrid shame.

They have felt the hate and the love.

They have lived through peace and seen blood.

They worshipped then, as now, both sun and moon.

They have guarded their temples and slept quietly in their tombs.

They have fought savage invaders and their very own.

They have been dragged through dirt and scraped their bones.

They have suffered through individual and collective emotions.

They have seen painful strife and been betrayed by unwanted notions.

These are the people who looked down from the mountains and built a nation on a lake they named Texcoco.

These are the people of a land called México.

 

I wrote this poem in the early 1980s and had it published in 1984 in “Our World’s Most Beloved Poems”, a compilation of poetry by the World of Poetry Press.  There’s not much information available now on WPP.  They published my poem for free, but – of course – I had to buy the gigantic book in which it appeared.  Yes, it’s amazing how naïve people can be at the age of 20.

Odd, but I never considered myself a poet.  A writer, obviously; yet poetry generally ranked somewhere between Reader’s Digest and the local classified ads, as far as I was concerned.  Still, outside of my blog, letters to a newspaper editor and a couple of anonymous romance inquiries circa 1990, it’s the only thing I’ve officially had published.

 

Image: “El Mercado de Tlatelolco” by Diego Rivera, c. 1935.

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Happy Cinco de Mayo 2014!

aztec eagle codex mendoza

“Oh, only for so short a while you have loaned us
to each other, because we take form in your act
of drawing us.
And we take life in your painting us,
And we breathe in your singing us.
But only for so short a while have you loaned us
to each other.”

– Aztec prayer

From “The Spirituality of Change” by Joyce Rupp.

Cinco de Mayo.

Image: The Aztec Eagle, from the “Codex Mendoza,” courtesy Colonial México.

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