So after the announcement that we should be prepared for a vicious hurricane season (which they say every year just to cover themselves), I checked out the potential names for this year’s storms.

Arthur, Bertha, Cristobal, Dolly, Edouard, Fay, Gustav, Hanna, Ike, Josephine, Kyle, Laura, Marco, Nana, Omar, Paloma, Rene, Sally, Teddy, Vicky, Wilfred

How ironic would it be for Florida (or any other state) to get pounded by a hurricane named Bertha, a name typically associated with a large woman, or Arthur, a drunk. The best, however, would be Hurricane Ike, as in Ike Turner.

Getting bitch-slapped by Ike would seem almost appropriate. OrlandoSentinel.com has a gallery of the hurricane names and matching celebrities. Not all of the same associations I would have made but some are still funny.

The hurricane experts always say the same thing before hurricane season. “Get ready for the worst yet!” “Residents should prepare for the worst!” “The end is nigh!”

So people run out, over-spend on water, batteries and other supplies and the big bix stores like Lowes, Wal-Mart and Costco make out like bandits. It’s a scam I tell you.

They did this last year and we only had a few storms, only one I think affecting Florida at all. But still, people went out to spend, spend, spend. Then they were stuck eating canned beans and soup for the next six months.

Sure we might have hurricanes, but no more than every year. You can’t predict this stuff accurately, you just have to roll with it. Weather people can hardly predict the day to day weather, let alone an entire hurricane season.

Don’t like it? Move. Other places have snowstorms, mudslides, Oz-worthy tornadoes and Christian fundamentalists. There’s a simple solution to all of those things, go somewhere else. Those things are a part of living on this planet.

Deal with it.