07-30-2009, 01:39 PM
Wow. Going from Catalina to Hawaii Island is like going from a pacifier to filet mignon, with garlic potatoes on the side. Omigod. I spent two nights on that "island" with a plain French girl who had, uh, expectations. Je suis comme ça bébé. Je suis désolé. I do think that Hawaii Island is a pretty good place to be during the much bruited Coming Collapse. First and foremost: water! Provided the trades keep up (and that is not guaranteed as there have been some changes in that regard), the water will continue to flow. And there is not enough water elsewhere. Texas---oh my heavens. That poor aquifer. Pump, pump, pump and don't stop until you get enough, or until the phony doctor you hired is too afraid to call a real doctor to revive you. Y'all look thirsty. And dead.
Everything grows (except tomatoes), and I think the Big Island would find its commonality and sense of community pretty quickly. Vitamin C will be easy to come by, and the sound of roosters will be a happy, happy thing.
We will have to station some deserted military from Po-whatever-the-hell-it-is-depleted-uranium place at the harbor to escort incoming boats.....to their death. Whatever they will be bringing (refugees from Oahu, ghost cruise ships commandeered by people fleeing California, rats....) we won't want it. So, we will need to ask them to get over the fact that the lady in the beautiful Easter bonnet waving for help from the cruise ship might be a harbinger of swine death and so you will just have to shoot her.
All those fish ponds at the hotels will become fish ponds again. Teeming, swarming fish ponds.
Anyone with a pool will use the pool as a back-up catchment. They wouldn't dream of swimming in it.
The Thurston Lava Tube will become an important storage area and will also double as a place for the truly paranoid and disaffected who will grab you as you enter and say "Don't go up there! You'll become one of them! Stay here with me!"
The old mango groves in Waa Waa will be a popular place to hang out.
We'll find you can actually cook coquis. 30 seconds each side. Don't flip with a fork -- you'll lose the juices. Use tongs. From, you know, Tonga.
I think it's going to be alright. So long, Earl!
Everything grows (except tomatoes), and I think the Big Island would find its commonality and sense of community pretty quickly. Vitamin C will be easy to come by, and the sound of roosters will be a happy, happy thing.
We will have to station some deserted military from Po-whatever-the-hell-it-is-depleted-uranium place at the harbor to escort incoming boats.....to their death. Whatever they will be bringing (refugees from Oahu, ghost cruise ships commandeered by people fleeing California, rats....) we won't want it. So, we will need to ask them to get over the fact that the lady in the beautiful Easter bonnet waving for help from the cruise ship might be a harbinger of swine death and so you will just have to shoot her.
All those fish ponds at the hotels will become fish ponds again. Teeming, swarming fish ponds.
Anyone with a pool will use the pool as a back-up catchment. They wouldn't dream of swimming in it.
The Thurston Lava Tube will become an important storage area and will also double as a place for the truly paranoid and disaffected who will grab you as you enter and say "Don't go up there! You'll become one of them! Stay here with me!"
The old mango groves in Waa Waa will be a popular place to hang out.
We'll find you can actually cook coquis. 30 seconds each side. Don't flip with a fork -- you'll lose the juices. Use tongs. From, you know, Tonga.
I think it's going to be alright. So long, Earl!