Spencer Windes (like “winds a yo-yo”)
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Spencer Windes (like “winds a yo-yo”)
@spencerwindes.bsky.social
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Magazine editor. Rugby old boy. Bike rider. Book geek. Bear. Proud resident of America’s Zion. Opinions my own.
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The Emperor of Japan personally endowed him with a secret mission to give America hope again.
It’s going to continue until they release the Epstein files.
They’re gonna play this game until they release the Epstein files.
The sun is halfway across the Atlantic and on the West Coast they are still playing baseball.
God turned his eyes from Los Angeles a long time ago. That’s why it’s so great.
You know who’s really enjoying this? The Japanese, where it’s a lovely autumn afternoon, tomorrow.
Echo Park nimbys are gonna be calling in noise complaints as soon as 11:00PM hits.
So Jamaica is on its own. It’s going to be an awful night. I know what they are go through, but I don’t know how they will survive this. It will put them back for a generation. West Indians are tough, resilient, brilliant people. But it breaks my heart that tonight, they are on their own. 15/15
But Jamaica has no such support. It’s not a wealthy place, and no one is staging a post-Melissa rescue. In a previous age, America would have led the charge to help out our devastated southern neighbor, but no one expects the white supremacist movement in charge in Washington do to so. 14/15
were flooding in. The Mitterrand government had staged a massive relief effort at French Guiana, and relief arrived in short order, so unlike the drowning of New Orleans. Say what you will about French bureaucracy—what a saw that month was government in right action. 13/15
But Guadeloupe had one great advantage. It’s part of France, the same way Hawaii is part of the US. The afternoon after the hurricane, I looked up into the sky to see a row of French Air Force cargo planes lined up for the airport. The next day, there was a soldier on the corner and supplies… 12/15
The island was devastated. In some communities, 80% of the housing was destroyed. Dozens were dead, roads were deeply flooded, bridges destroyed, people wandering about in a daze. One talks of a “bomb going off”. Hugo was a ten hour explosion that whipped away people’s lives. 11/15
Guadeloupe is the greenest place I know, a tropical island of forest, field, volcanos covered in vegetation and mangrove swamps. The island looked like it had experienced its first ever winter. Not a leaf remained on a tree, and many trees were simply gone. I’ve never seen such transformation. 10/15
The barricade went up on that side of the apartment, as the roar returned, the express train ran again. We hunkered down. I think I might have even slept an hour or two. Across from our building, a weather station recorded gusts of 300kph, or 186mph. Finally, the dawn came. 9/15
Now, it was at our backs, from the opposite direction. We turned to walk the 100 feet back to the apartment door. By the time we arrived, we were bowed over, struggling to move forward, the raindrops blowing into the breezeway stinging like mosquitoes. We made it in and slammed the door shut. 8/15
Our car was where we had parked it. The one that had been parked next to it was 20 meters away on its roof. The one that had been parked on the other side was also on its roof in the other direction. They’d been thrown like toys, leaving ours only slightly dented. Then the wind started again. 7/15
We decided to go out our front door to the hallway, which was open at both ends with staircases. We wanted to see if our car was still in the parking lot. The staircase was about a hundred feet from the door. We walked down and looked over the edge, at the damage below. 6/15
I took down the barricade to our little balcony and looked stepped out. It was foggy, but the air was perfectly still, with birds flying frantically around. The palm trees nearby had been reduced to broken sticks. In the distance, you could hear to roar of the wind, but it was dead still. 5/15
…it lasted for hours. The entire building, a cement structure not designed to sway, was visibly moving. The mattresses over our duct-taped windows bulged inward with the glass. The roar made you feel you were losing your mind. But then, suddenly, it stopped. 4/15