"Son, you're on your own."
Hurricane Sandy chugged toward the East Coast on Sunday with such enormous size and force that public officials warned of the potential for widespread destruction and disruption for millions of people in its path.
Unfortunately, by Friday you'll be fighting gang-banging looters in the streets. If you get in really deep shit, you could always call on the militia. Oh, wait, nobody is allowed any firearms up there. Well, like the parson said in Blazing Saddles, "Son, you're on your own."