A while ago I watched a documentary about Katrina. WOW! If the way the government handled that situation wouldn’t wake you up to it’s ineptitude nothing would, nor would it ever.
The Feds totally blew it. The State totally blew it. The City totally blew it. And all those people who were waiting around for those guys to come to the rescue . . . some even still waiting? They are totally blowing it.
Lookit, we gotta get off our collective asses, ban together and help ourselves if anything large and disastrous goes down (or at least prepare to) because that empty road in front of our houses may not be filling up with repair trucks any time soon. The help may be there all right, but, using Katrina as an example, the repair trucks will be up in the rich man’s neighborhood.
You people know what triage means? That means that in any disaster if you make it back to the field hospital after being wounded the doctor does a quick check to see how bad the wound is. If in his opinion you are about to die, they wheel you behind the tent to make room for the guys who have a better chance of pulling through. Guess where the guys in the lower ninth ward were?
And that extremely large Charity Hospital that’s [still!] just sitting there empty after all these years? Wasn’t that the hospital where most of the poor folks went for their health care? Well, bad news, the government abandoned it and is still arguing about whether rebuilding it would be worthwhile because it would cost so much money, in fact millions of dollars.
Those poor people need to understand that when our government is creating billions of dollars a month to shore up Wall Street and multi other billions to fight their silly wars, they’re gonna be a bit strapped when it comes to them. They are expendable. Wall Street, Iraq, Afghanistan, got a nice cot and a hot cup of coffee inside the triage tent . . . sorry.
The fact is that in a situation as large and as bad and as catastrophic as Katrina was, in spite of the advertisement, government is too large, too cumbersome, too disorganized to really do much to alleviate your situation. Unless you are a person of means you are written off untill, like the old black man said, “I never seen that woman (local council women for his district) till election day. Then she’s down here knocking on my door looking for votes.” . . . That about says it all.
Now let’s take Katrina as an example and ask ourselves what would happen in this country were we to be attacked with a nuke, or the grid gets shut down by a foreign nation? Who we gonna call? The Feds? The State? The County? Ghost busters? . . .
We better get our collective minds straight BEFORE the deed goes down and get this stuff figured out. Have a plan of action. Don’t sit around relying on Uncle Sam and his REMFS.
It’s your ass on the firing line. Preserve it. Find your Way to survive without them. No need to go over the top. Common sense is good . . . and so is that stash of food and supplies you have sitting in the basement.