The Hurricane Conspiracy
Can you smell it? No, not your stinky roommate, not those self-aware half eaten Ramen noodles either. I’m not even referring to your torn up khaki cargo pants, the ones that you loved back in 98, and most likely haven’t washed since. I’m talking about the fear people.
It is the portent of doom and destruction. It is the dark miasma that descends annually to weigh on the already crestfallen souls of every God loving, and fearing, American (Karl Rove, Karl Rove). It is the destroyer of homes and slayer of nations. The mere mention of whom sends the stock market crashing, Arabs dancing, and tiny orphans crying home to their mothers. Yes I am referring to the “Holy shit, it’s coming right for us!” hurricane.
Hundreds of thousands of years of mediation and a few late night viewings of the Matrix have given the Ancient Trees of Wyoming's Yellowstone National Park an epiphany. They don't have to be flammable if they just believe in themselves. It seems that the controlled burns that were thought to help the forest ecosystem actually really pissed them off. Their cruel calculated revenge overwhelmed the unsuspecting park rangers and fat tourists wearing neon fanny packs.
Scientists always have been very intrigued by Titan, the only moon in our entire solar system with an atmosphere of it's own. Clouds in Titan's atmosphere has kept the surface a secret until now. The first color picture from the surface of Saturn's moon was sent back to the European Space Agency's (ESA) Huygens probe a couple days ago. Surprising scientists across the globe, Titan's surface is possibly made out of Viagra. The surface is muddled with small rocks protruding out into the atmosphere.