The folks at the maternal hospital, according to Mexican news outlets, have pumped the waters out of the ward and things are getting back to some kind of nomalcy. It's probably a good thing the Almighty didn't heed Eder's frantic plea to just return and put an end to his mess. Now, remember, this is the guy to whom the City of Brownsville and certain members of the city commission entrusted the COVID-19 testing effort at $150 (when the real cost doctors tell us is more like $65) a pop after they filled out the questionnaire.
Brownsville was lucky that it dodged a bullet with Hanna missing it and dumping most of its flood waters in the rest of the valley and cities in northern Mexico. Except for a small tornado that touched down in a relatively uninhabited area on the eastern edges of town, we were luckily spared the worst of the storm's effects. Had we been struck squarely, we could probably expect to see our COVID-19 PA running down Boca Chica in ashes and sackcloth yelling that the end was near and that we are in the final days! "C'mon Gawd! Aw! You promised!"
The sky is falling! The sky is falling!, Hernandez cries. Well, not exactly, it's rain, just plain water.
The sky is falling! The sky is falling!, Hernandez cries. Well, not exactly, it's rain, just plain water.
For now we just suggest that next time he posts an alarmist message like the one above you take two grains of salt and call us in the morning, that is, if we are still here and not yet in heaven and at the side of Da Lawd.)