you've put your finger on a major facet of the relationship between "the elite" and "the sheep".
they tell us that, if we give them trillions of our dollars and an acceptance of their leadership, they will protect us and save us when the
inevitable disaster happens.
they believe that they have an omnipotence by virtue of their positions (either elected or unelected), their "training" and "special educations",
their narcissistic belief that they have some knowledge or competence that they will be able to act as gods when they are tasked with swinging into
action.
these people have been inculcated with the idea that they are "public servants" or saviors for us idiots who are unable to fend for ourselves. they
pay themselves exorbitant salaries, allow themselves unfettered access to the nation's treasures, and conduct these self-congratulatory "homeland
security" junkets on our dime...where the only thing they study is the five-star hotels' and conference centers' bars, and the resort cities'
contingent of hookers, dope dealers and leather bars.
these "public servants" are failures. they have nothing but their own porous ego structures propping up the propaganda they preach to us. they are
fat, overfed, overconfident, incapable "men" and "women" who would run like scared child if they actually had to stand face to face with a real
disaster.
the worst part about it is we let them get away with this stuff, and we believe the incessant river of sewage that pours from their marketing and PR
divisions.
what we saw with katrina was the inevitable failure of our naivete and their abject impotence to manage anything but a double shot of scotch purchased
with a fedgov expense account. these fema and homeland security people are walking human garbage. they sat and watched from 20 million dollar
helicopters the superdome chaos, pretending they were in a "command and control position" while people on the ground drowned, went hungry, thirsty
and were preyed upon by a mechanism they, in all their wisdom, had created.
if there is a serious disaster - and by serious, i mean perhaps seismic activity off the coast of charleston, boston, san diego like that we saw on
the eleventh - the only people we can count on will be ourselves.
the GS13s and up who have appointed themselves our "protectors" will be sitting in a half billion dollar bunker somewhere, eating out of a catered
lunchroom, breathing triple-filtered air and drinking purified water, giving each other orders over encrypted satellite phones and blaming somebody
else for their limp-noodle impotence.
i truly hate each one of these people. and for every round of ammunition I reload, or every case of MREs I stockpile, or every gallon of gas I hoard,
i say a little prayer that i will someday have the chance to one day look one of these people in the face on my terms, and let them experience what a
disaster really feels like.