Hurricanes Don’t Scare Me, But Our Rulers Sure Do
by Becky Akers: The
TSA: Bringing 'Common Sense' and 'Intelligence' to Slavery
Irene threatened the East Coast, Merriam-Webster
announced the addition of 150 new words to its dictionary. Among
them was "helicopter parent" to describe anyone "overly
involved" in his child’s life.
If the definition
doesn’t already include a notation, "See also Big Daddy
Government," it should. Busybodies and morons obsessed with
what speed we drive, how we educate our kids, whether we drink pasteurized
milk, and how many calories our burgers contain have kicked into
overdrive with Irene’s advent. From the way they bloviate, you’d
think they were the Almighty Himself, creators of this tempest –
though I grant you, they’ve manufactured plenty of other, far more
from the Thief-in-Chief in DC through the governors of affected
states down to New York City’s Head Nanny harangue us as if they’ve
suddenly acquired a degree in meteorology. These bozos pretend they’re
as intimately familiar with typhoons as they are with tycoons. And
they insist we imbecilic serfs heed their expertise.
I wasn’t aware
that hurricanes blast either Kenya or Chicago, and they’re "relatively
rare" in Hawaii. Nonetheless, Obummer
pontificates as though he’s a veteran of tropical storms: "I
cannot stress this highly enough. If you are in the projected path
of this hurricane, you have to take precautions now."
Here’s my fantasy: after Obummer delivers this insultingly obvious
advice, one of the corporate media’s reporters raises his hand.
"Um, Mr. President, sir, could you explain to all the stupid
taxpayers out there what velocity winds have to reach before hurricanes
progress from one category to the next? Also, why do snowflakes
have six sides? And should we worry about solar flares? What exactly
is a solar flare?"
will wax honest before the mainstream press grows a spine.
to liars and cowards, I’ve about had it with the orders to evacuate,
too. Where do Our Rulers get off, demanding that we abandon our
homes for their filthy, dangerous, often lethal shelters? Do they
actually dare to presume that we’ve forgotten Katrina
and the Superdome?
Yet when Mayor
Michael Bloomberg isn’t vying with Obummer for the Fake-Forecaster-of-the-Year
Award, he’s badgering New Yorkers to entrust ourselves to Leviathan’s
tender mercies during the storm. And so he’s "mandated"
that residents vacate "Zone
A" – low areas along the coasts of these metropolitan islands.
began musing about his edict on Thursday, when Irene was still
throwing herself around the Caribbean and dithering about where
to head next. It seemed likely she might travel our way, but who
knew? Predictions are wrong more often than they’re right; I’d be
as wealthy as Nanny if I had a nickel for every monstrous storm
that refused to obey when Our Rulers swore it would hit us (oh,
for citizens that contrary!). Chalk up Nanny’s unseemly rush to
order us from our lairs to his lust for power.
On the other
hand, the War
State Journal attributes Nanny’s eagerness to a lesson he
learned in December: "The mayor’s early moves ahead of the
hurricane marked a contrast to the last big weather emergency, when
a Christmas blizzard combined with a sluggish response from the
Bloomberg administration left the city paralyzed for days and dealt
a blow to the mayor’s approval rating."
I don’t know
which is worse: a bored billionaire compels us to become wards of
the State either because he itches to control our lives or because
we’re mere pawns in his ratings game.
Thank God that
though Our Rulers have stripped New Yorkers of our inalienable right
to bear arms, there’s still "little
authorities could do to force people to leave. ‘We do not have
the manpower to go door-to-door and drag people out of their homes,’"
Nanny admitted. "But we would if we could." OK, I added
that last. Or rather, I extracted it from between the lines and
shoved it out into the light to writhe in all its ugliness.
many New Yorkers are flouting Nanny’s commands that our revolt made
Evacuation Orders Ignored By Many." A miffed Nanny whined
that "ignoring evacuation orders ‘isn't cute,’" even as
"Pat Jones, a resident of New York's Rockaways for 30 years"
roared, "There's no way in hell that we are leaving home … This
is my home, and I'm staying here and protecting my home. Wouldn't
hear it for Pat, who may have taken inspiration from folks down
Nags Head, [NC,] police officer Edward Mann cruised the streets
in search of cars in driveways - a telltale sign they planned to
stay behind. [Note to self: if ever I move to the ‘burbs, park in
garage during storms.] … Some tell Mann they're staying because
they feel safe or because the storm won't be as bad as predicted.
Mann, 25, said some have told him they've ridden out more storms
than years he's been alive. Bucky Domanski, 71, … told Mann he wasn't
leaving. The officer handed the retired salesman a piece of paper
warning of the perils of staying behind. Domanski said he understood."
And the rebellion
spreads: in New Jersey, "Gov. Chris Christie said … a number
of senior citizens living in high-rise buildings in Atlantic City
were still holding out. Officials sent buses to those buildings
and police were trying to talk those seniors into leaving their
homes, Christie said. ‘Please allow us to help protect you,’ he
Government’s idea of "protection" differs radically from
ours: witness the sexual assaults with which the Transportation
Security Administration "protects" passengers. No sane
person ever consigns himself to such sociopaths.
Alas, not everyone
thumbs his nose at Leviathan’s behests to vamoose. "Barrington
Peacock, sitting on a bench along Rockaway Beach, [NY,] said
he's not wasting any time in getting out. … ‘You can't mess around
with Mother Nature, that's what we learned from Katrina,’ he said."
we learned from Katrina is that Mother Nature’s a sweetheart compared
to Big Daddy Government.
Akers [send her mail] writes
primarily about the American Revolution.
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