Dear So and So

[indysteel]

Dear Ladies that just moved here from Chicago,

I find it interesting that you gave everything up because you believe "The End is Near." I'm not one to judge. Afterall, I'm not God and I don't claim to know what his plans are. But to leave your jobs, your homes, your friends . . . to come here . . . well, I mean if "The End" is truly near, does it matter where you are when it happens?

Moving on . . .
I just want to warn you that "The End" might be a little nearer and closer than you think. The several tons of sand bags you've hired men to stack in all the rooms on the main floor (to hide you from the satelites) is several tons! Just what you've done so far is the equivalent of driving 3 of DH's big work trucks into your living room. Your safe room below is not that safe given it's quite likely the floor above you is going to collapse.

Stay safe,
Limewave
p.s. if Chicago does implode and it looks like "The End" is here, you may find us knocking on your well-stocked, satellite-proofed, safe-house.

Uh, what? You have people that have moved to your town for the Rapture and they're using sandbags in their own homes to hide from satellites? I don't get it. Let's just say it is "the End." Then onto the next life we go or we become worm food. No sandbags necessary. Or maybe I just don't understand. What, exactly, are they hiding from?