Showing posts with label earthquake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label earthquake. Show all posts

14.1.10

A Missed Opportunity: California Could've Had a New Governor!

I was going to be writing for Associated Content tonight, but I don't think that site will want what I'm about to write. It needs to be said, though, so with Movie Star Junkies blaring in the background, I will do my best.

California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger visited Eureka, California today. He came to glance at the damage caused by Saturday's 6.5 earthquake. He spoke in Old Town. Pontificated about helping those in need, coming to the aid of those in emergency situations, referenced Haiti (which is only an emergency situation when something like a 7.0 quake happens -- which is all part of the problem). He smiled. Promised that monetary concerns come second.

I hope the irony wasn't totally lost.

Why is it that longterm, perpetual economic policies that hurt the disenfranchised, poor, elderly and disabled are budget cuts, but acts of nature are emergencies -- as if the two don't sometimes go hand in hand?

I guarantee that Schwarzenegger's economic policies, which have resulted in 200,000 state workers losing 14% of their pay, massive cuts to social programs and little else, have done more damage than Saturday's earthquake. Yet, somehow, this was not brought up. Not even part of the discussion, and most likely not part of the thought process.

And then there's Haiti, a country were poverty is the national status quo. Had the nation had more real economic support (and far less corruption), perhaps the buildings wouldn't be in such a state of disrepair that the dead line the streets and crowd carports while children sleep amongst the rotting bodies.

Yeah, our earthquake caused problems. A hip was broken. Lots of property damaged. To have this governor come drop in for a visit, though, and claim he's going to make everything all right is akin to getting reassurance from John Wayne Gacy that the teen boy's home he's going to oversee is in good hands. Actions speak louder than words, and past actions often dictate future results.

Fortunately for Arnie, people suffer from short term memory loss.

Why, after all our experiences with the last actor we elected, would Californians elect a man who openly supported and admired Hitler, of all leaders to run one of the biggest economies in the world? "I admire Hitler," he said in the past. "... because he came from being a little man with almost no formal education, up to power. I admire him for being such a good public speaker and for what he did with it."

Mirror and I went to lunch today. I was driving. We passed near where Arnie was speaking. I beeped. It was that or drive my car through the crowd to run his ass over. I have a child, though, whom I love dearly and jail just isn't in my future. (They'll never take me alive!)

It was a good thought, though. Payback, if you will. Yeah, I support politically motivated assassinations as acts of self-defense because the average citizen in the face of what amounts to economic terrorism at the hands of a man with all kinds of uncomfortable ties to National Socialism have little recourse but to use violence. The average Joe can't hurt Arnie and the other politicos pulling the strings economically, but violence is a great equalizer ... just ask the U.S. government.

(As an aside, at least one person jokingly asked if I had plans today, in reference to Arnie. I had found out about his speaking far too late, or I would've taken the day off to protest and call him out on his shit. I wouldn't have really tried to run him over for the reasons stated, but if someone would've taken a shot, I would have only clapped.)

Our "leaders," the people we "elect" have done nothing to benefit the average citizen since I can remember. Even the great hope that is Obama has been nothing but a talking head failure whose policies follow far too closely in the previous administration's footsteps. This is Arnie's last year. Once gone he will hopefully, like the Hitler mustache his father used to sport, go out of style. I just fear the legacy he leaves will cripple California even worse than it is now. I hope he leaves with his tail between his legs instead of kicking us in the balls one more time.

Seeing his smug face on the news reminded me of how much people are afraid to actually say something like, "Good thing you're here. Nice to be noticed, and thanks for helping. But what about the 364 days out of the year where you are doing your absolute best to piss in the face of people confined to wheelchairs and families who can't afford medical care? Where's the emergency help there? Just because a building isn't falling doesn't mean lives aren't damaged and turning to shit. Open your fucking eyes and see through that cloud of cigar smoke. You are directly ruining people's lives, and yet you throw around words like 'help' and 'aid' as if you mean it."

Nobody. Not a soul. Not a word. At least not that I heard.

Leaders, those people in power who are there in an unjustified position, need to be grilled, need to be confronted, need to be made to feel uncomfortable. Instead, they feel sacrosanct. Untouchable. Sublime.

The day Reagan died was a day of great joy in my house.

I'm having a glass of wine the day Arnie dies. I'm going to watch Total Recall and sip away as I think of all the people he harmed through his wanton acts of budgeting. And then I'll lament the day I could've hit the gas and plowed forward. I wouldn't want to harm innocents, and luckily I'm not a Nazi sympathizer like California's governor with the belief that the end justifies the means.

I guess he can be thankful that not everyone is as big a prick as he is ... and that some of us don't forget.

13.1.10

Eureka Earthquake: Holy Fucking Shit!!! Part 4

It's been four days since the quake hit Eureka, California. Buildings are still closed. Damage estimates rollecoaster (the most I've heard is $28 million, but has since gone down). People are still rattled, as is to be expected. A huge quake hit Haiti yesterday, and the citizens there are in far worse shape than us potheads.

Every day the chance of a big aftershock diminishes. We have disappeared from the news. All of this is, I think, good. It lets people get back to normal. Clean up both physically and mentally. I just found a piece of a plastic Star Wars bust that I thought was lost in the quake. I imagine as I open cabinets in the garage I'll find more damages. It's okay, though. It feels like the worst is over ... for now.

Quakes are just a part of Northern California. One day we will split down the middle and the Earth will suck us in or release demonic creatures that will peel the skin from our bones. Either way, I don't want to go through that shit again. 6.5 was bad enough. Any bigger and I don't know what I'll do. I joke with people at work that if the lights go out that they have about ten minutes before I revert to cannibalism (as if I were there in the first place).

Okay, I gotta run to my job and hope for the best. Like the quake, sometimes it's just a rough riding day.

11.1.10

Eureka, California Earthquake Video: Holy Fucking Shit!!! (Music Sucks)

Celebrity Watchdog George Anthony Watson sent me a link to this. Lord, forgive the music. Don Chin knows not what he is doing. Nice bit of trivia, Chin is one of the minds behind Adolescent Radioactive Black Belt Hamsters. I shit you not. Anyway, watch the video with the sound down if you can help it.

Eureka Earthquake: Holy Fucking Shit!!! Part 3

Well, the earthquake was Saturday. It is Monday. Not much is back to normal. Work was a disaster. Plenty of friends have damaged homes and apartments. I can't get to my mail. A building in Old Town, Eureka, California (for those who don't know) may be demolished after part of its wall crashed onto the roof of the building next to it.

Yeah, it's gonna be some time before life is status quo. The streets didn't have many cars on them. The Bayshore Mall is still apparently closed, except for Kohl's. Last report I heard was $12.5 million in damages. Humboldt County is hoping FEMA kicks in some financial help.

The threat of magnitude 5 or greater aftershocks is down to 38%, which is great. Those are odds I can live with. My nerves are on edge. We have a storm coming in. It is eerie out. Plenty of people feel the same way.

Associated Content picked up my earthquake piece. You can read it below. I think that will get some reads. Everyone loves eyewitness accounts.

I really don't like this shit.

Aftermath of the 6.5 Quake that Rocked Northern California

9.1.10

Eureka Earthquake: Holy Fucking Shit!!!! Part 2

I finally got all the shit up off the floor, threw away a lot of broken stuff, and read a report or two online. Local stations are off the air. The earthquake that hit Eureka, California and surrounding areas was bad.

Some updates, and then I need a Tylenol III. My back is killing me. Being thrown off balance into a metal rod will do that.

My power came on around 8. Don't know if anyone else is out still, but a PG&E spokesperson on the radio said it may be a few days before some people get power. I ventured out to find food around seven. Air smelled of smoke for some reason. Firetrucks patrolled downtown shining lights on buildings as they looked for cracks and whatnot. One section of town had electric. All the gas stations were packed. McDonald's had a line of cars to the road. Big Pete's had a line to the door (damn them). Burger King closed. It sounded like the worker said they were out of food. My friend had a broken apartment window and reported that the windows on the new senior center were all broken out.

The Bayshore Mall apparently had people taken out in ambulances. I read reports of tiles falling from the ceiling as well as the floor buckling. The mall is in a spot where, if a big enough quake were to hit, the ground would literally turn into something quite like quicksand.

We have had aftershocks. Haven't felt one for a few hours.

I have some collectible toys that were broke, a piece of art destroyed, a framed photo had the glass broken, stacks of CDs fell, cups fell, toys in my daughter's room were set free from their spots in the closet and on the shelves, the soap and shampoo in my shower hit the tub and have sprayed their contents everywhere. Power poles have toppled. Some houses may have broke free of their foundations.

You ever want to feel small? Stand in your house as it shifts in space and tilts a little, like it's a boat on a rough sea. If that doesn't make you feel tiny and useless, nothing will.

My one neighbor told me he had just climbed a ladder into his attic when it happened. He was lucky to not have broken his neck.

King Salmon residents evacuated on their own. Smart.

Apparently there was no threat of a tsunami, but the sirens apparently went off to advise people to get to higher ground. I reported in the first earthquake post that the water in the bay did look like it was leaving ... being pulled back toward the ocean. I wasn't the only driver to see it, either.

Several people are reporting missing pets. Apparently the animals freaked out and took off. I can relate.

I had reports from others of plenty of broken windows in their home.

Okay, pain pill needed. Ironically, my mail pile had a letter from my insurance company that I got on Wednesday. The topic? Getting earthquake insurance. Obviously, this act of nature is part of a conspiracy courtesy of my insurance agency.

Damn, I am bit freaked to go to bed tonight.

Eureka Earthquake: Holy Fucking Shit!!!!

I write this with a laptop battery not fully charged, by candlelight, with the hiss of my house phone threatening to drive me insane.

The earthquake was bad. 6.5. Bad enough. Eureka, California all over the fucking news.

I was putting away some pants, thinking of going to get a hoagie to scarf down before the Eagles game. I thought I heard a truck. Then I thought I felt it. (As I wrote that there was a slight aftershock.) The house shook and I was thrown/lost my balance and felt my spine hit my metal bed post. I knew then it was an earthquake.

I went to the doorway in my bedroom, thankful my daughter wasn't here to experience it, but worried as to what she may be going through. I braced myself. I watched as it looked like my house was attacked by a poltergeist. Things were flying off the shelves and walls. I could hear glass breaking.

And then the front of my house moved.

Not shook. Moved. To the right. A lot.

I screamed something. Maybe, “Oh my God!” I realized the house may be coming down, and I bolted for the door.

It really takes longer to read this then to experience it.

Something flew from my one cabinet and hit my head hard. I think it was a new can of shaving cream. I found it in the debris.

By the time I got to the door, it had stopped. I kept my television from toppling, and then the aftershocks came.

I don't know exactly what happened next. I grabbed my phone to call my daughter. It was hissing (still is), but I couldn't connect. I used my cell and left a message at her house. But then the cell died. I heard sirens in the distance. People on my block were fleeing their homes.

I have never experienced anything like this before, and I was suddenly very worried for my daughter.

I tried calling my mom. Nothing. I tried Nikki. Nothing. She's the most tech savvy woman I know, so I knew she would be on this shit, but I needed to get a hold of her. I tried to send a text. Nothing. No service. Unable to get through. My street was lining up with cars. A fire truck was pushing its way through. My text must have gotten through. I got a reply. If I got a reply, my phone was working. I called my daughter. Their phone wasn't working. I called Nikki. She was, like I expected, on her shit with this. She was giving me numbers, miles, epicenters, reports. I was taking it all in, but not knowing what was registering.

My back is in agony now. Agony. It was only slightly hurting then. Adrenaline. Love it.

I left a note on my door in case anyone came looking for me. I then let my neighbor know that if he saw my daughter to tell her I was on my way to her house.

Getting out of town was a fucking nightmare. I had the radio on to listen to reports. One station was on the air. I had Nikki on my cell, most likely worried about me driving with what could be a head injury. No tsunami warning, but as we crawled through the safety corridor on 101 between Arcata and Eureka, a few drivers saw what I did: the water seemed to be draining from the bay.

In hindsight, I don't know if this was low tide, but it was definitely not the amount of water I expected to see. The driver's that noticed it started to speed up, but not enough other drivers took their cue. I was almost hit twice.

I made it to my daughter's she was fine. That terror was over, and I was in pain. My ex's husband offered me a lantern because my power was out. A very kind gesture that I appreciated but turned down. I figured I had candles and a flashlight. I'd be okay. I hugged and kissed my girl good-bye. And then I tried to make it back.

There was still a mass exodus, and emergency vehicles shot through traffic. I noticed some lights on in the distance, which meant part of Eureka had power. I also noticed lots of flashing lights of cop cars. A lady on the radio reported that the Bayshore Mall had started to fill with smoke when she left.

I could not believe this. The adrenaline was wearing off. I was in massive pain. I had a lot to clean up. I had no power. Flashlight batteries were dead. Lots of voice mails on cell, which was dying. Lots of text messages. One of my bookshelves almost came apart. I put it back together, but not without most of the books falling onto me. I grabbed a plate to eat a brownie my daughter made and ended up having all my cups fall out my cupboard.

I still hear sirens.

It's 6:40 as I write this. My cell is on its last bar. I have no way of charging it. People are shouting outside. I just picture looters. I know that won't happen ... thankfully. I'm in no position to fight. I'm exhausted, honestly. Starving. I've talked to my mom. She got the message I had Nikki leave.

I feel like throwing up.

Forgive this if it isn't perfect writing. I don't really care at the moment. My head hurts, my back hurts, and I spent a lot time worrying about my little girl.

This is not how I envisioned Saturday going.

17.8.08

Earthquake Update

The earthquake last night was a 4.6, or so I read.

For those keeping score, that's God 0 and Doug 1. I'm still here, jerkface! Put that in your creation and smoke it!

16.8.08

Earthquake at 10:58

As I'm going through my blog stuff, trying to add an End of the World Countdown Counter, and earthquake rattled my house. I'm not a stranger to these types of things, but being on the Northcoast, as it's called, of California, I have to wonder when the next one will be the Big One.

I put this one at a 3.x. Don't know officially, because as I write this the pictures on my wall have finally stopped shaking.

Feeling that as I'm looking at the End of the World Countdown sure gave me a jolt, though. Gotta love when weird things like that happen.