We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I heard on the radio that residents of Bridgeport, CT were pelting utility workers with sticks and eggs (where did they get those eggs?) to "express" their disgruntlement about having no power two days after a powerful Nor'easter his their town. (It was a Nor'easter at that point, more or less, or a hybrid but not a genuine hurricane.)
It was necessary to assign police to escort the utility repairmen, who had come there from all over the country and from Canada to repair their lines.
My rhetorical question is this: Where do people get it into their heads that bad things, and bad consequences, should never happen and, if they do, that there is someone to blame? It seems like the height of immaturity to me. Who taught people that this is what life is like?
Having made it through several Fl hurricanes, Ivan being the worst, I never heard reports, despite power being out for over a week, of childish, boorish behavior such as this in our area. Joy is right. This type of behavior is unacceptable, by adults, under any circumstances. These people never learned they are not the center of the universe.
In my youth in New Orleans, I live through several hurricanes - including Camile. Nobody acted as childish or as inconsiderate as that then.
Having said that, I am reminded of the people shooting at the rescue helicopters after Katrina. I credit the general decline in civility and society in general. I agree with Dr. Bliss that this is all part "I deserve my fun (and therefore should never suffer consequences for anything I do)".
I've been guilty of a lot of hostility to government in my day. I will say, though, that if I expressed churlishness to a government official, it would be one that was interfering intolerably in my rights, not one who was showing up to fix a power line or put out a fire. These people are just mad because they're not getting service as fast as they'd like. A little less sitting on the curb waiting for help, and a little more self-organization, please, in the face of a neighborhood crisis. In my neighborhood we go straight to the chainsaws and organize citizens' patrols after bad storms. Whose job should it be other than ours to check on elderly or infirm neighbors who may lack food, water, and power?
Had a uncle who was a journeyman lineman sent to Hawaii to help restore power and he gained weight from all the grateful people cooking meals for his crew as they kept restoring the power lines.
I've also been through several Fl hurricanes and never heard or seen such stories as Bridgeport.
These people get it from ALL the libturds that have ever spoke, written a book, written a "news"paper coliume, read time, newsweek, and all the other libturd information outlets that have been running since the 1960's.
This is WHY these worthless humans throw eggs and junk at the people that come to SAVE YOUR WORTHLESS ass's.
Please don't everybody hate me - but, I am always a bit skeptical about such reports. I'm not saying it is not at all possible, it is. Nor am I saying such nonsense hasn't happened before, it has.
However, sometimes I wonder if such things aren't being made up. Maybe some of the linemen really didn't feel safe is "such a neighborhood" and so made up some crap to get police escorts?
I feel the same about the reports of folks shooting at helicopters in New Orleans after Katrina. Maybe they were not shooting at the helicopters, but, rather they were shooting to get the helicopters attention and the pilots thought they were being shot at?
Of course, it is also possible that the story is true - but, I am always a bit skeptical . . . especially when it is the MSM reporting.
oh, believe those stories, they're the tip of the iceberg.
It's always the same here when something happens, ambulances getting met with rocks roadblocks, police being spit on and assaulted with hammers and knives unless they bring riot gear.
And that's small things like blackouts lasting an hour or so, not hurricane damage. Don't want to imagine what they'd need to get into most urban areas if things got really bad, not now that our army has been forced by budget cuts to sell the last of their tanks and artillery pieces.
Maybe it's not the residents, maybe it's something to do with unions?
over broken flaming poisoned shards of glass
It used to be, when times were tough, everybody did what they had to, what they could, to get by. Families were a little more cohesive, and everybody did something to contribute.
Nowadays, we have a large surplus population, that are actually living below the self-sufficiency limit, and have been for a long time. They're being propped up by public assistance. Their skills and willingness to do what it takes to be self-sufficient have atrophied. So when the shtf, they've got nothing to fall back on, and they're stuck. The illegals, for all the public assistance that they too consume, are able to and do get out there and hustle every day to keep it going. I see them on the street corners selling flowers, working the garage sales, hustling for day labor at the big-box hardware stores and U-Hauls. They will even glean your trash, you put out something large and useful, and likely as not it's gone before the garbage truck comes by.
So the people on the public dole, shocked by the storm, having lost their safety net, are going through the 5 Stages. If they make it on Drudge, they're still at Stage 1. They're like little whelps, mewling cuz momma pulled the teats away. Let it go long enough, they'll get over it, and get busy living. again. Sometimes the hard lessons are still best.