A Perfect Storm, San Diego

It is six  o'clock in downtown Encinitas. It is the fifth straight day of soaring heat. It is one hundred and twenty degrees. The 30,000 citizens fight over space at Moonlight Beach. The Freakish Santa Ana winds whip their speeds to fifty miles an hour.
   The North County fires have blackened everything from Oceanside to Carlsbad and are sending embers up San Diego  way. The sounds of fire trucks and ambulances are everywhere. Encinitas Blvd is no longer a street. It is a parking lot. All of a sudden the street lights are down. The California grid overloaded. The State can't borrow any juice from other districts.
At seven o'clock, the #5 freeway is jammed. Cars are backed up to San Diego. No electricity means gas  pumps don't work. Planes can't take off or land at Lindbergh Field. It takes the 992  airport bus bus three hours to go one mile-like three years ago when San Diego had another power surge outage. People are streaming into the city on foot. The Trolleys no longer run.
  The small fire out of Carlsbad has now spread west as fifty mile winds blow the ash  San Diego Way  Simultaneously, Monsoons from Mexico have hit the area.  The dust and ash make seeing impossible. The firetrucks no longer can pick up the homeless from the Commercial Street. Bodies are lined up everywhere. 
   Life is at a standstill. Black Death hovers over San Diego and North County. Millions of rat come from under the streets. These critters eat the flesh and return to the underground to feed their litters.   They take their food back to their dens under the street. Everywhere are dead birds and on the beaches, seals have beached and died. No sign of life is on the beaches 
   At about seven O'clock, buildings totter. A nine magnitude earthquake has hit San Diego and can be felt as far as Mexico City. The earthquake is centered about one hundred miles off of the coast in the ocean.  A small tidal wave begins its march east towards the coast. Ocean, and Pacific Beach are in its path. 
   There is nowhere to run since every home is down. Now the 10,000 San Diego homeless become over one million. A few pedicabs and bikes attempt to make their way east. Nothing can be seen as the ash from the fires and the Monsoonal condition make breathing impossible. 
   The is a hush in the wind as the 50 foot tidal surges hit the coast and put out the ash. Waves roll into Broadway taking down the large banks and the 500 building. Ex-Mayor Gloria can be seen paddling a kayak with Felt-More doing the same. A wave hits their Kayak and send them spilling to the Midway ship. 
   Yet Curious,  George is alive and well. When the San Diego City Counsel did not allow air-conditioners inside the YMCA for his Asthmatic condition he knew his God Hashem would take down the city. George had built an underground shelter for his friends with enough oxygen to last several months. Just like in the bible and the story of Noah's Ark, He knew that his God would begin a new city without gas-guzzling cars, and readied himself long ago. 
   Excuse the interruption, a lady next to me on the Beverly Hills computers is shaking the tables. She wears a mask over her nose and mouth, but forgot the one for her face. The fat lady now hits the keyboard with her middle finger. She is another crazy one, like me, who rents  keyboards.