Ethanol really effs up small engines, most of which we get from China.
Muh correct.
Yup. The dastardly baddies are sitting at their super secret fusion-powered console that can precisely control weather patterns, in type, direction, and in severity. They dialed up a beauty of a hurricane and guided it right where they wanted it, like in a video game.
If they're not stopped, they'll soon be able to control the movement of the moon.
And. Yet, You. Be Here.
A corollary to the definition of insanity is following the same letter of the alphabet and expecting different results.
Or something like that.