 The administration got some blowback for claiming Hurricane Ian actually identifies as a typhoon. The administration pushed back against the blowback. Looks like we're experiencing some blowback from the wig offensive. It's time to hit him where he lives. His house? Bingo. Which doesn't usually work too well. Blowback being wind, wind being difficult to push. This is working! That means we gotta move to step three. I'm gonna push you underwater with my jowls. Don't scream. What? But in any case, they stated, if Ian as a typhoon wants to open the door to the western hemisphere to take a piss, who are we to question it? Who are we? Reporters responded, but Hurricane Ian's potentially endangering the lives of the other people in the western hemisphere room. And then the administration got very stern. This is the last time we will tolerate this misstorming. This will not stand! Hurricane, bring me the clock of Fender Rodriguez. The storm absolutely will not endanger anybody in the hurricane room because it identifies as a typhoon. Are you sure this is safe? Sure, I got my seatbelt on. It's like, wait a second. That doesn't even make sense. If that were the case, why would we let the typhoon into the hurricane room in the first place? But anyways, like hold on a second. I thought typhoons spun counterclockwise when taking a piss. And that storm was clearly spinning clockwise, making it a hurricane, not a typhoon. The administration was outraged. How dare you look at a typhoon spinning parts while it's taking a piss? How dare you? How dare you? How dare you call me inhumane? Throw that pervert in jail. And it's like, but wait a second. It's only natural to find the source of the water drenching your head, isn't it? I'm just telling the truth. The administration responds, yeah, well truth hurts. The truth hurts, doesn't it, Habsburg? Oh sure, maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with a seat missing, but it hurts. Or put more precisely, truth will get you hurt. Crap man, look at that. So just don't do it.