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A Darwin Award candidate

More'n 20 years ago I rolled through the western United States to what would be my home for a year in the middle (literally) of the Rocky Mountains.

New Mexico wind farms reap a bumper crop

In New Mexico I picked up a newspaper. A columnist said he'd pitched an idea to the editorial board about the wind. The board wanted know if the newspaper should be in favor of it, against it or what.

The writer said the wind just is. New Mexico residents just accept it.

I never did accept the wind, which NEVER (and I am not kidding) stops. Permanent kite flying weather. Amazing wind. Everything is sandblasted out there.

I write today of wind and the nearly 200 people dead in the wake of the storm that is just east of where I sit typing this.

This is not the first front this year to wreak such havoc. My money says it won't be the last either.

Like that New Mexico newspaper writer from 20 years gone by, I am neither in favor of such weather (tornadoes) nor against them. Tornadoes are not evil; evil requires an intellect and a mindset. Tornadoes are just an act of nature.

Unless you are willing to admit to God, a Gaia-type over-entity that is earth, possibly global warming or you are a lunatic wackjob who believes the government is trying to control the weather and it is getting out of hand, then you have to admit tornadoes just are.

No malevolence. No evil. No intentional. No malice afore- or afterthought.

They just are.

We who inhabit this planet just have to cope with it. We pray for those in the path of the storm and those who suffer the after effects.

For those of us who do believe in God and believe in an afterlife, we can pray those who die in these storms do reach paradise. Meanwhile we can ask for understanding and acceptance while doing what we can to relieve the pain our neighbors are in.