By MONTE DUTTON

Every time there is a great natural disaster, the 100-year mark, or the 1,000-year mark, is invoked.

On the 11 o’clock news, the “staff meteorologist” – this is usually a fellow who does card tricks or juggles on the side – assures us this is “a 1,000-year event.”

I don’t think so.

Didn’t we just get a thousand-year event here in the Carolinas last fall? Thousand-year fires in the California mountains? That was probably just a 100-year flood in North Carolina.

All I have in common with Kerr County, Texas, is that I once attended a high-school football game there between the Tivy Antlers and the Fredericksburg Billies. (I would’ve thought they’d be the Freddies.)

My chief knowledge of the area is that it is the home of the Kerrville Folk Festival, where some musical favorites of mine have performed successfully over the years. Luchenbach, which I have visited twice, is in adjoining Gillespie County.

Forgive me for being lighthearted about such a serious, tragic matter. My visits to the area have been enjoyable.

The weather is one of about 50 ways humanity seems intent on either bankrupting or killing itself.

Our president briefly paid lip service to blaming the Kerr County floods on his predecessor. The buck seldom stops in the same solar system of the billionaire voice of the working class.

I do not presume to question the knowledge of the president’s many supporters. I believe they all are fully aware of what he is doing, and they fully don’t care.

Poor kids. Didn’t survive summer camp. I reckon the ones still home with the measles were the lucky ones. The Lone Star State leads in that, too.

I know. I know. Don’t mess with Texas. Most of my books are available at Amazon.