Sure, having a top notch handle on politics isn’t exactly my forte but you don’t have to be a world expert on the subject to realise we’re heading up a certain creek at the moment without the proper equipment. You could stand yourself in the middle of a crowded room and yell at the top of your lungs and no one would take the slightest notice or be remotely moved to change their opinion on who they want to be President. That decision’s over a month away though and you’re never going to find a way to affect the outcome anyway. So let’s go and do something a little bit more constructive.
Whispering to a hurricane might strike you as an exercise in pointless risk taking. Well, not to put too fine a point on it but you’d be quite definitely wrong. It takes rather more courage than you might be able to appreciate to stand in the path of a hurricane and cling steadfast to your principles rather than running the hell away. Also, your instinct in such a situation will understandably be to yell. So to whisper takes self control in spades.
So, first and foremost you need to work out what it is you want to tell the hurricane. If you don’t carry out this particular portion of preparation you might end up blithering something decidedly moronic or baring your soul to the weather system and confessing some deep or dark secret. That simply wouldn’t do. What are you trying to impart to the hurricane? Maybe if you come out with something suitably shocking you’ll be able to stop the thing in its tracks.
Bide your time patiently and wait for a hurricane to form. Then go against the flow of sensible people fleeing in the opposite direction and get right up close to it. And whisper your little socks off*. *This will end horribly. don’t do this. Yeah, I’m definitely covered.
Whisper to a Hurricane – Joseph J. Jones