A lot of people here in Pensacola had a hard time after Ivan. Homes destroyed, power out for weeks at a time, undrinkable polluted water. Yet we joined together as a community and rebuilt. Charities and other organizations helped those less fortunate, power trucks from over 22 states volunteered their services to restore power, and businesses gave massive discounts on materials needed to rebuild people's lives.
Fast-forward 10 months. Hurricane Dennis is moving into the Gulf of Mexico. Cuba reports thousands either dead or missing. And the projected landfall for Dennis is exactly the same as it was for Ivan. News reports state that the storm will most likely be as strong, if not stronger, than Ivan.
Even with all the rebuilding that's been happening, you can't drive anywhere in Pensacola without seeing blue-roofs still on houses. The mayor put out this morning that over 600 tons of debris are still sitting around from Ivan, creating missile hazards that weren't present before. Translation: We're fuc[/b]ked.
Now for the best part. I don't get to leave. I'm working security detail on the navy base, and will most likely be outside during the entire storm. Couple that with the knowledge that my new house could get destroyed, and I'm in a great mood. Pensacola just issued mandatory curfew starting at 9:00pm, so I probably won't even get to come home tonight after work.
And so, to summarize this rant.
1. Fuc[b]k Pensacola, Florida.
2. Fuc[/b]k the military not letting me evacuate.
3. Fuc[b]k all these Goddamn fuc[/b]king hurricanes fuc[b]king up my life all the fuc[/b]king time.
4. What the fuc[b]k?