The Wicked Witches of the Right

Setting Sail

Upon setting sail onto the newly expanded ocean, which inundated at least all of Westchester, I realized it was my first time away from the house since Election Day.
    Ah! That day I remember so clearly. That day when, in my mind, I took part in a movement to fight the country's injustices, improve society, progress humanity. I could only envision a better future that day going forward. I could never have imagined that very night, when all things seemed so right, the beginning of the end would come to be. Why would this happen now? Just as things seemed to be going so well. The following day's results showed all went in my favor - I felt like a hero. I wish the celebration that night meant something more than the dread which would follow.
    As I sailed about the county, it became evident there was hardly any civilization left. Most had probably chosen suicide while others were floating on small fragments of their homes. I hadn't enough room in my boat to save many, so I took none, fearing the repercussions. I hated to seem so selfish, but I thought that perhaps there was more to everything going on, and I could do everyone better by investigating. Perhaps, instead of just helping one or two, I could save millions if I dug up the core of the problem... assuming there were any million left to save.
    My heading was Manhattan. Some of those tall buildings should be well above sea level, possibly housing survivors. There should be considerable life in buildings like the Empire State Building. I could at least provide myself with shelter in one of them while formulating a plan, maybe join others. I didn't doubt it'd be safe until this mess came to a halt, it'd be impossible for the flooding to reach the top of those skyscrapers. And maybe the other survivors would have news, or some understanding of what was happening here.
    Unfortunately, it took me awhile to get there. Gone were the easy access days of the Hudson River in which one could easily navigate north and south. And before you ask, yes, I forgot a compass - if you'd experienced the chaos and panic that was leaving my home, you'd understand. So I spent a few days sailing in the wrong direction.
    By ______________, I arrived in Manhattan, rain still pouring incessantly.  It pattered noisily over my roof night and day.  But, if I may be so bold in once again expounding my bragging rights, my tremendous carpentry skills fortified a roof so strong that the fist of Zeus couldn't break through, let alone Poseidon. 
The sight I sailed into was reminiscent of that dystopian picture A.I. Artificial Intelligence; an abandoned city with buildings half-flooded, withering away.  In the picture, global warming melted polar ice caps that flooded coastal cities around the world.  Some buildings half remained while most others were completely under water.  Thus was the picture here, my reality caused by a great rainfall, which no one could explain.  How frightening.  Though the flooding hadn't reached the massive heights of the Empire State Building, there were smaller shops and apartment buildings totally submerged, a sight I never thought I'd see in my lifetime.
I eventually reached the Empire State Building itself and decided this would probably be the best place for shelter.  By the time I arrived, I was so exhausted from rowing that I decided to sleep in the boat for the night, holding exploration off till the following day.  I let Odysseus urinate into the murky water, then tucked him under my blanket as we cuddled into a much deserved deep sleep.