A family in Alabama whose house was completely leveled, squashed, shredded, and blown apart (in that order) by one of the nation's endless tornado rampages got a creepy letter from incompetent bureaucrat holding pen FEMA saying that, after inspection, their home was deemed to have "insufficient damage" to qualify for FEMA funds.
Well, to be fair to FEMA, a naked concrete slab really is not 'unsafe to live in." Or to live on. Had there been dangerous cracks, they could have applied for a government loan to buy a bag of patching material.
So sit on your slab, grab your bootstraps, and repeat after me: "USA! USA! USA!"
Actually happened to my mother: SSA discovered they'd been cutting too big a check for 15 years ... and they wanted it all back. Which was totally not possible, so they did the next best thing and stopped sending checks. Took about 2 years, with the help of a lawyer, to hammer the barest outline of a soul into the jerks.
It's just like Angry Birds - yeah, the tornado knocked his house down, but it took two passes to do so, so he didn't get all three stars. Time to hit reset, Stewart, and give it another go.
Every Christmas my daddy would work long hours in the concrete mines to buy each of us kids a new match. One year I got two matches but I gave the extra to a poorer friend.
I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
It must be the name "Pleasant Grove" that's causing this slight misunderstanding. They should change the name to "It Really Sucks to Live Here Now Grove".
Well, there's obviously nothing left to fall over and hurt them. So they're not in any immediate danger. Makes perfect sense to me. Besides, how's FEMA supposed to know the difference between what the storm did and how much of that crap was already in the front yard before it hit?
Treading? TREADING?...Luxury! We had to drown every night because we couldn't afford treading....
!!!Leave Joe alooooonnneee!!!1!
Well, to be fair to FEMA, a naked concrete slab really is not 'unsafe to live in." Or to live on. Had there been dangerous cracks, they could have applied for a government loan to buy a bag of patching material.
So sit on your slab, grab your bootstraps, and repeat after me: "USA! USA! USA!"
So, you've met these particular people in the article, or you're judging from your vast experience?
I thought they learned everything they needed to know about Islam <u>from</u> bumper stickers.
All-American, exceptional rubble!
&quot;Pimp My Slab!&quot;
Actually happened to my mother: SSA discovered they&#039;d been cutting too big a check for 15 years ... and they wanted it all back. Which was totally not possible, so they did the next best thing and stopped sending checks. Took about 2 years, with the help of a lawyer, to hammer the barest outline of a soul into the jerks.
It&#039;s just like Angry Birds - yeah, the tornado knocked his house down, but it took two passes to do so, so he didn&#039;t get all three stars. Time to hit reset, Stewart, and give it another go.
Every Christmas my daddy would work long hours in the concrete mines to buy each of us kids a new match. One year I got two matches but I gave the extra to a poorer friend.
LUXURY - we would have been thrilled to have a shoe box by the side of the road. We had to live on the lake...
I had to get up in the morning at ten o&#039;clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing &quot;Hallelujah.&quot;
We were proud REPUBLICANS!
It must be the name &quot;Pleasant Grove&quot; that&#039;s causing this slight misunderstanding. They should change the name to &quot;It Really Sucks to Live Here Now Grove&quot;.
The devastating reality is the house is now a concrete slab surrounded by rubble.
But it is very high quality rubble!
That&#039;s right! Unemployed Gazans would line up for rubble like that.
Well, there&#039;s obviously nothing left to fall over and hurt them. So they&#039;re not in any immediate danger. Makes perfect sense to me. Besides, how&#039;s FEMA supposed to know the difference between what the storm did and how much of that crap was already in the front yard before it hit?
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