Friday Free-For-All

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CARTOON: Inflation

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Thursday Free-For-All

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Mother Nature captured during bold Navy SEAL raid

Mother Nature

WASHINGTON D.C. — In an early predawn raid, Navy SEALs from famed SEAL TEAM SIX captured the World’s #1 Terrorist, Mother Nature.  Obama Administration sources have confirmed Nature has been whisked off from her Pakistani condo to a secret C.I.A. prison along with Old Man River. Both are being questioned by authorities. The Pakistani government, in a separate statement, denied knowing that Mother Nature was hiding in plain sight 34 feet away from their biggest Army base.  “We know nothing,” said Pakistani Spokesperson Sergeant Hans Georg Schultz.

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On CBS’s 60 Minutes, CIA Director Leon Panetta confirmed that Mother Nature’s personal diary has been confiscated in the raid and is being analyzed for any information on future terror attacks.  Sources close to the investigation of the handwritten journal confirm it also chronicles Mother Nature’s plans for recent disasters such as Hurricane Katrina, Japan, the tornado-ravaged areas of the Southeast U.S. and the current flooding crisis along the Mississippi River. “We thought she was the grumpy lady from the 1970’s margarine commercials, but in reality she’s a mean #$%#$.  It’s truly not nice to fool Mother Nature.”

In a televised announcement during the final episode of Donald Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice, President Obama proclaimed, “We got her.  We will continue to analyze the hard drives and computers seized to gain information on any of her future attacks. ”

National Weather Service Meteorologist Jim Storm said, “This is awesome. We can now issue tornado warnings five days ahead of time.  And people in Peoria, just FYI: It’s going to flood in 2017.  Go ahead and move your stuff right now.”  The Weather Channel’s Jim Cantore expressed relief.  “I can now get cheaper airline flights.  I’ll know six months ahead of time when a hurricane is going to hit the Gulf Coast.”

President Obama finished his speech in the White House East Room by saying, “The World can sleep better tonight. The World’s biggest terrorist will no longer walk the Earth again.  You can’t fool Mother Nature, but you sure can water board her. “

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Flood marks in Vicksburg

The Mississippi is predicted to crest at 57.5 ft. in Vicksburg, Miss. Here’s a gauge for you to judge just how high that is.

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FLOOD CARTOONS

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you have a great day.

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The Bet

Earlier in the week, the large Tunica Casino had been crowded with hundreds of gamblers looking for luck. Now, thanks to the rising Mississippi River, there were only two: The Devil and an Angel.

The brown water lapped at their feet, staining the Angel’s robes and turning to steam as it touched the Devil’s feet. The Devil laughed, stopped and picked up a pair of dice. He was cocky — very sure of himself. He looked at the destruction around him and let out an evil laugh. He threw the dice down the Craps table. “I win again!” The Devil never rolled snake eyes.

The Angel looked at his stained robes and then the Devil in complete disgust. He normally wouldn’t be caught alive in a Casino, but this was such an important moment in Man’s history he made an exception. Lord forgive him.

“I bet Humanity’s collective soul,” the Devil said as he put a quarter in a slot machine that came magically to life, “that no good will come out of this flood. That man will turn on man. That it will only bring grief and anguish.” The Devil pulled the handle and hit the jackpot.

The Angel glowed slightly and smirked at the Devil’s words. He held the dice tightly and opened his hand. Two butterflies flew from his palm and across the casino. “You’re on, Beelzebub.”

The Devil and Angel got in a boat and waited as the flood waters began to recede. There was nothing left to do but watch and wait.

Days passed and the first incident took place. Looters came into the local inundated trailer park. The Devil laughed but suddenly quit when other neighbors came out and ran the looters off. The Angel put a mark in his book. The Devil chuckled at the elderly lady without flood insurance who came back to her destroyed home and collapsed with grief. But to his disgust, a van from the local church stopped and the members helped the lady clean her home. The Angel put another mark in his book. The Devil’s hopes rose again as families in shelters cried out in despair. But his smile was wiped off his face as people from around the state sent aid. Buses of volunteers poured in to help with the cleanup. Donation levels rose quicker than the river itself. And like after Katrina, when things got bad, the people got good.

As a water moccasin slithered by, the Angel smiled and said, “Snake eyes.” The Devil knew that he had lost, sighed and vanished.

Humanity had survived yet another flood.

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Tuesday Free-For-All

Good morning! I hope you have a great day!

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Flames of guilt

The coals had cooled enough that he could poke the rubble with a stick.  The house fire had burned nearly everything in sight.

Tears had washed tracks through the soot on his face.

His mother’s home.  The home that had survived the Flood of 1927 and the tornado of 1963.  Where his grandmother had been born. Where his brother had died.  Marks on the door frame measured his own growth before that fateful summer day when he was six. His memories, as unpleasant as they were, had faded after years of nightmares. The gun. The impact. The accidental discharge.

A stick hit some metal.  A fireplace grate.  He continued to poke.

The Sheriff had come out to investigate the scene after the ambulance left.  It was ruled an accident, his mother broke down and his father ended up drinking himself to unemployment. The last he saw of his dad was right before the bus left for military school.  His hand trembled as he pushed several burned timbers out of the way. Years of therapy had prepared him for this moment.

Thunk.

There was a firebox, singed, but intact.  He put on his work gloves and lifted the burned box out of the rubble.  A short trip later and it was under the giant oak tree.   He took a swig from his water bottle. He used to rest to wash off the lock.

He sat down under the tree and stared at the box.  An hour passed. And then another.  He reached around his neck and pulled the key his dying mother had given him from over his head.   The key fit neatly into lock and with all the effort he could muster from thirty years of pain, he opened the lid.

Inside was a letter in a man’s shaky handwriting and a picture of a small boy.

Dear Son,

I failed you. I left the loaded pistol on the counter and I can’t live with what will happen to you. You will be blamed for my oversight. My mistake.  My fatal error.  Your brother loved you. I loved you.  I loved your brother. I couldn’t bear the guilt and that weakness broke me.  I’m sorry.  I pray if you are reading this letter, you will come to forgive me.

Your father.

The man folded the letter and put it in his front pocket. The sun set over the levee off toward the river.  Like the mighty Mississippi, so many tears had flowed downstream.

He put the picture of his brother in his pocket.  He then said a prayer and wished the fire had consumed the guilt he still felt inside.

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