Today as I snoozed I thought for a second that my cat had jumped on my bed. I looked around, but no cat. Later it turned out that what I thought was a cat jumping on my bed was actually an earthquake.
I am disgusted with my ground, the ground that I voted for in the last election. I expected my vote for the incumbent ground to be a vote for stability and justice. Now I realize that my ground is in the pocket of big tectonics. Rather than answering to the people who walk on it every day to get to their job, if they even have a job, my ground makes sure that the plates which blew it out of the water last election get their way and travel as they please.
There is no excuse for forcing a US citizen to think a cat had jumped on his bed, only to realize it was merely a failure of his ground.
Jostle Your Way Back