Omaha, Nebraska -- a snowy hell.
Its citizens hang on to the tattered threads of their sanity as the wintry apocalypse proceeds apace. It's ice cold out. Worse than ice-cold out. It's worse than Greenland out. As cold as the South Pole out.
And it's snowing. It hasn't stopped snowing for a month now. Nearly 3 feet of the white plague is on the ground.
We're all going to die. But no one will find us until spring -- if it comes this year -- because we will have been drifted over. Goodbye, cruel world.
TAKE HEED, Californians! Listen up, Texans! If you are looking to escape the Sun Belt hell of your own making, this is not the place. We have hell of our own -- snowy hell.
If you come, you will freeze and die.
Take this friendly advice, you Southerners in search of Heartland charm and Midwestern wholesomeness. American Gothic froze over after Grant Wood died of frostbite. In other words, "Stay South, young man!"
Horace Greeley said that before he died of frostbite, too. And then his desiccated carcass was blown away by a tornado when June came around.
REALLY, you people don't want to come here. This land is only fit for hardy Nebraskans; we're used to this stuff.
The preceding message has come to you courtesy of the Keep Nebraska for Nebraskans Committee -- M. Favog, treasurer.