The Hawaiian Gods saved Hawaii from the waters today.
I’m quite serious. Everyone went to higher ground. Up where the traditional Hawaiian culture believes you should go when you talk to the Hawaiian gods and ancestors. (If what I read in “The Bobbsey Twins And The Hawaiian Volcano” can be trusted.)
The priests and Old Ones, those native Hawaiians who keep the old culture and ways, must have gone up on the mountaintop to ask Pele and the other ancient Hawaiian gods for protection. And it worked!
Maybe they had to throw a couple of virgins in the volcano, and maybe they didn’t. I don’t know how it works nowadays. But hey, they made a deal with Poseidon. I know that redneck Texans have a similar way of working things out that involves Kinky Friedman standing on the edge of the Palo Duro Canyon holding up Willie Nelson and yelling for “Buddy” to get to prayin’. That also always works, pretty much.
Japan had better get to prayin’, looks like.
Keeping all prayer wheels turning for them.