The state seal thing is true. My family comes from the bayou of Florida. What it doesn't show is the alligators who help dispose of the bodies out behind the trailer.

And the mosquitos which torment the body disposers -- which ironically happen to be the state bird! State tree has a rope hangin' from it, just sayin'.

On a less funny note, I think UF's mascot is a hurricane? No, that's UM. UF is the alligators. FSC's mascot is a deadly moccasin...

So pretty much all the scary shit that will fucking kill you if you get near it. State seal might as well have a body being disposed of in a swamp and the state bird might as fucking well be a big blood fat mosquito.

(State bird is actually a mockingbird and a Seminole is on the state seal.)

A lot of the clips of Spitfires in this are actually Hurricanes (the Spitfire is the one with the bubble canopy). Of course, they had the same engine in them with the same problem.

Great film, though, Battle of Britain. I understand a lot of the effects in it were inspirations for Star Wars (particularly the head on shot of a pilot in his cockpit which is starting to explode around him and then cut to the external shot of the model exploding).

ed: You don't actually see a Spitfire until 0:26 and the plane used as an example doing a roll is a Hurricane.

Ellicot City has some history with flooding. Back in 1972 Hurricane Agnes did some major destruction. My father packed up the family in the VW Transporter to view it's aftermath the next day. I'll never forget that day.

"Freak localized hurricane."

*quality

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther
By workin' a lot harder
By bein' a lot smarter
By bein' a self-starter
By fourteen they had placed him in charge of the trade and charter
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered
And carted away across the waves
Our Hamilton kept his guard up
Inside he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter
Then a hurricane came and
Devastation reigned and
Our man saw his future drip drippin' down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple
Connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain
A testament to his pain
When the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man!"
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Getcha education, don't forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name!
What's your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton, his name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things he hasn't done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was 10, his father split
Full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden
Half-dead, sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride
Somethin' new inside
A voice saying Alex, you gotta fend for yourself
He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
There would've been nothin' left to do
For someone less astute
He would've been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford
Scannin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future, see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man
The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him
And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him

Alexander Hamilton
We were waiting in the weeds for you
You could never back down
You always had to speak your mind
But Alexander Hamilton, we could never take your deeds from you
In our cowardice and our shame
We will try to destroy your name
The world will never be the same, Alexander!

Yeah, I'm the damn genius that shot him

A pledge to vote for Drumpf "even if there´s hurricanes or whatever" and "that´s good enough" So childishly silly its creepy. I was really worried for those people because they could have pledged something a lot worse just then by pure luck. Semi-random words and phrases in approximate order do not sentences make. What are the odds of more than one hurricane striking simultaneously just as one of those poor people try to cast their vote for Drumpf as they had pledged? What if the evil "whatever" stands in their way?

He was apparently caught in a extremely localized "hurricane".

Ack, I want to hear more! One of those videos that you look at and go, cool it's an entire 5 minutes of Trekkie AND civil rights goodness -- then it's over in a blink. Should have been 15 minutes. Damn.

We really need to hear more about Tack-eh's "liberal" conversations with Roddenberry... My wife is a TNG fanatic (and Asian), so this might be the selling point I've been looking for to get her to watch the OG with me, which she doesn't consider serious enough scifi.

Also, on the subject of the "South" -- my family is from Florida/SC and I remember my mom freaking out because she worked in a building (circa 1988) with a colored's only bathroom. She had no idea that there were still relics of segregation in public places. I don't know how it survived THAT long, but when you live an hour away from the nearest grocery store, yet the manatee "preserve" (they didn't look very preserved, the majority of them covered from head to tail in propeller scars...) is less than five minutes away, you're bound to find things that escaped the flow of time. Trailers on blocks of cement, just resting on top of the white sand in a hurricane fuckland... How smart my ancestors were.

The sad thing, it won't make a lick of difference.

I listen to ppl in Aus bemoaning the loss of a local manufacturing industry and other jobs because everything is getting outsourced to cheaper China or India. But they won't spend an extra cent than they have to to buy the quality product and support locals.

We are victims of our own making. If a person bullies you, you either stand up to them, ask for help, or allow it/run away from it. We sate our desire for freedom by purchasing more things we don't need, filling our lives with junk that doesn't make us happy, but distracts us momentarily from the state we are in. We don't take responsibility for allowing the rich, the corps, the gov running over us and taking away our rights. We complain on the internet but won't take to the streets, and feel like we've made a difference even as we get soaked as the hurricane blows our piss back in our face.

We are the problem. The US was founded on the grass roots movement against British imperialism. I'm an Australian and I understand that. It's not until US citizens get that and actually decide to do something about it that anything will change.

And when nothing changes and we're slaves to the corporate machine with no recourse, we'll blame everything but ourselves.

The "backdrop of day-to-day violence" needs FAR more attention spent on it than these shocking aberrations. It's horrific. It's a tragedy. It is so "black and white" as to be able to be ignored as anything other than a true terrorist act.

It is also as completely unpreventable as a tornado or a hurricane.

More people died today in North America in horrific, tragic -racist or otherwise- but completely preventable ways. THAT is what needs changing. Talking about trying to prevent single assailant mass murder is stupid and wasteful.

Dude. It's a real phenomenon. It's physics. Try to find examples of cyclones or hurricanes that don't follow this rule.

Purty dog and quite the hurricane bark.

Yes, or it WAS my dog. He died about 6 years ago.
It was a picture of him being barked at by my neighbors dog. I always thought it looked like a hurricane bark blowing him back, but him standing his ground against a much larger, angry dog..

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

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It didn't look like anyone or anything was hurt or damaged. I would bet that Ensenada was happy to have this filmed there, free publicity (and they need all they can get after the hurricane). It looked way safer than when they run the Baja 500-1000 through there.
Those 'disadvantaged peoples' likely were also paid for the privilege (the town anyway).
Sometimes you should because you can...sometimes you should to learn if you can. My only issue was that the 10 seconds on the beach means hours and hours of cleaning and changing fluids for the crew. He should have stopped at the stairs with the bikini girls.