California is burning.
Over 100,000 acres are being reduced to ash and smoke.
North of my home in the Pico-Robertson section of Los Angeles wild fires are raging. My house and neighborhood are safe—for the moment—but thousands have been forced to abandon their homes.
My friend Joshua Pundit has had to evacuate and we wish him and his family safety.
Two courageous firemen, Captains Arnie Quinones and Tedmund “Ted” Hall, have already been killed.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the families and friends of these brave men.
Arson is suspected, so charges of homicide can be brought against the possible arsonist.
Let’s just hope that the Santa Ana winds—much like the Khamsin in Israel—don’t kick up for if they do, then the fires will spread over an even greater area wreaking death and destruction in their wake.
Five thousand homes have been abandoned, and the blazes are only 5% controlled. A State of Emergency has been declared by the Governor.
The website, California Incidents is posting updates on the blazes.
The air is foul and I keep the AC going all the time or else it feels like there’s a block of sandpaper down my throat.
I’m waiting for some nitwit to blame the fires on, ahem, climate change, or maybe they’ll just point accusing fingers at George Bush and Dick Cheney, reliably safe and PC targets for, well, everything.