…As in, ‘…it’s our turn in the barrel.” For those of you in other parts of the country, Hurricane Sandy was not a disappointment. It was the worst storm in this part of the country since the Long Island Express in 1938, which killed something over 1,000 people on Long Island and almost took Providence, RI, off the map, which would not have been so bad except that Providence has some good restaurants.
We will get around to guns in a minute, but first some observations: The major concern is not so much loss of light or heat, although that is getting bad in some parts, but shortage of gas, which is very serious in places and, despite the assurances of various pols, not getting any better. If your house is freezing at night you can take a couple of extra dogs to bed, but when your car is immobilized, you’ve truly had the green weenie.
Some sections here have learned that If the storm is bad enough in your neck of the woods, there is nothing that anyone can do for you for weeks–or more. “You’re on your own, son,” as the parson said in Blazing Saddles.
So far, no one has shot a looter, or thrown down on someone in a gas line, but there’s still time for that. In some of the hardest-hit neighborhoods, people have banded together with shotguns and clubs, or so the papers have it, to discourage those who feel free to come and help themselves.
Sandy came ashore as a Category 1 storm with 80 mph winds and that was enough to dismantle three states. If it had hit land as a category 4 or 5, with winds over 120 mph, things would be post-apocalyptic. We would not have to wait for Dec. 22, 2012. Speaking of which, it’s odd that no one has mentioned that date. If The End is coming, this is a pretty good start.
Keep smiling. Your turn is coming. Have lots of gas and ammo on hand.