Wake Me, Shake Me

There was whole lotta shakin’ going on in Brooklyn on Saturday night and it had nothing to do with Jerry Lee Lewis.

Officially the Magnitude 3 earthquake happened at 10:18 PM in Hasbrouck Heights, NJ.

It is being described as a “small earthquake” though my feeling is that only small earthquake are the kind that happen somewhere else.

All I know that I was minding my own business when my living room started vibrating.

I was tired, having seen the Irish Repertory Theatre’s fabulous production of Conor McPherson’s The Weir, with my sister and auntie, which we followed up with a massive Chinese dinner.

So, I wasn’t in the mood for any more drama, especially the kind that rocks my house.

I kept telling myself that it was a low-flying jet rattling my windows, but it seemed like it was going to plow into my kitchen.

Finally, the house stopped moving. I forgot all about it until Sunday morning when I was on the Stairmaster at my gym and saw the news on TV.

My landlady, by the way, told me she didn’t feel a thing.

No injuries or reports of serious damage have come out of either New York or New Jersey. We got shook up pretty good last year by a 4.8 magnitude earthquake coming out of Lebanon, NJ.

Ironically, I had called my aunt in Los Angels last week after reading about a tsunami that was supposedly heading her way, but it turned out to be a bit of a bust.

I must admit that I’m a bit disturbed by my reaction—or lack of it—to this latest seismic event.

I sat there on my rearend watching the idiot box, as my dad called the TV, while roof seemed ready to cave in.

Seismic Shift

Last year I was working at my kitchen table when the rumbling started.

I went outside my house to see what was going on and talked with several of my neighbors who had come out of their homes as well. This time I’d didn’t budge from the couch.

I think that I'm emotionally as well as physically tired. We had a mass shooting in New York City, where inocent people were murdered by yet another gun-wielding psychopath.

This killer had driven from Las Vegas with a M4-style semiautomatic rifle and a .357 caliber revolver and by the time he was finished, four people were dead.

I know this sounds naïve, but I thought that somehow, we would be spared from these senseless slaughters.

We have plenty of shootings here in New York, no doubt, but it’s usually street crime or one-on-one beefs. We rarely have these lone psycho mass attacks.

Of course, nothing will come of this. There will be no change to the insane gun laws in this country that allow manaics to get their hands on these hideous weapons.

We're not even getting the "thoughts and prayers" crap. Just another day in the American shootig gallery.

And now police are hunting for an Army veteran who is suspected of gunning down four people in a rural Montana bar.

Meanwhile, President Donald Trump fired the Bureau of Labor Statistics Commissioner because he didn’t like the jobs report data, drastic budget cuts are forcing the Corporation for Public Broadcasting to shut down, and scientists are leaving the U.S. to work in other countries in response to government cutbacks.

Oh, yeah, and Ghisane Maxwell has been moved to a minimun security prison even though she was Jeffrey Epstein's righthand pedophile.

It looks like we’re in store for many more earthquakes and I’m not sure if this country is going to survive. Hold on tight.