Moby is not concerned. Or aware.
Gorging myself on weather news for Irene's path up the coast. I liken it to D watching the odd weekend of Formula 1 races. Harsh weather has a magnetic appeal for me. This is a guiltless pleasure , since I have no way to affect the weather. Probably a good thing.
We've been discussing the problem with proper preparation. One can never be completely sure when it works. And there will be those who decry the precautions as useless, 'it wasn't that bad.' As D says. there is more satisfaction in bemoaning a disaster that is mishandled, and the worst outcome happens. But, at least the decision to close the subways in NYC seem to have some proof to have been wise. There is more appeal to stories of people stupid enough to wade in the surf and get sucked into the hurricane. Someone killed by a fallen tree while staying at home is just sad. One is Natural Selection, the other is random, speaks to the essential unfairness of existence.
You get what everyone gets. You get a lifetime.