Nobody Feels Like the Deer In the Headlights.

Nobody’s Opinion

If I had to pick a word for the 21st century, there is only one word that I can think of that sticks out—

Survival.

We hear it every day: Survive the next market crash: Buy Gold. Survive ‘climate change’: Get solar power for your house: Survive Obamacare: Get a colonoscopy. Survive a car crash: Buckle your seat beat. Survive your mother-in-law’s Sunday dinner: (I’ll get back to you on that one.)

My first lesson in survival was how to fend off an older brother, who loved to pin me down. He would sit on my stomach, pin my arms down with his legs, and slap my face, all the while laughing…until I learned how to wrap my legs around his neck and slam him back, and then kick hard. (I love my brother!)

Most people have the misconception— mostly from seeing movies, that people panic during a time for survival, but that’s not true: Most people…freeze. They shut down. Clueless. Even animals pretend to be dead.

Nobody Thinks that right now, a whole nation is staring at the corruption in Washington like deer with headlights in our eyes: We are just frozen. What do we do?

It’s just second nature, but that can literally get you killed.

Last year, I was about to throw away my childhood book on Robinson Crusoe, so I read it for the second time, and the lessons in it were clear: prepare. Prepare for next year…prepare for the worst.

Prepare, prepare, and then prepare some more.

Too bad they don’t teach that very valuable lesson in school. How many of us are prepared for what’s coming? I know I’m not. I just never DREAMED that the America I knew would ever end.

But back to Robinson Crusoe, who was stranded on an island, and he not only survived, he could have supported a whole town, he was such an excellent planner.

Survival is the nature of every man, woman, mammal, fish, and insect on the planet. Forget the “why are we here? Waste of time, It’s mainly to survive, until we die, isn’t it?

And SINCE man is suppose to the superior King of the apes, you would think a simple thing like making sure your nation survives, would be a piece of cake. History shows…it’s really not.

Our piece of cake is turning into soup kitchen gumbo.

We are being invaded from the South, for people who want to ‘survive” and all due to the fact that the only survival instinct going on in Washington is how to keep their own butts forever swimming in the laps of luxury.

Too bad we don’t have a man like Rick Rescorla for President.

Who is he you might ask?

Rick Rescorla, saved 2,687 employees of the Morgan Stanley, on 9/11, and I just heard about him.

Rick Rescorla was born in England, and joined the U.S. military because he wanted to fight the communists in Vietnam. He won a Silver Star, a Bronze Star and a Purple heart and was memorialized in the 1992 book, We Were Soldiers…and Young.

He was the head of security for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter, whose offices were in Tower 2. He expected an attack, because in 1990 he and an old war buddy wrote a report to the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey (which owns the Trade Center Site) on the need for more security in the parking garage.

They were ignored. Three years later Ramzi Yousef drove a truck full of explosives, and Bill Clinton acted as if it was just a ‘prank.’ That’s when Rick knew, you did NOT trust your government.

Because Rick knew it was coming he prepared everyone. He ordered everyone NOT to listen to the Port Authority in a real emergency. If you remember, the Port Authority told everyone to STAY in their places.

REALLY bad advice.

From Time, June, 2008:

“The radicalism of Rescorla’s drills cannot be overstated. Remember, Morgan Staley is an investment bank. Millionaire, high performance bankers on the 73red floor did not appreciate the interruption. Each drill, which pulled brokers off their pens and away from their computers, cost the company money. But Rescorlas did it anyway. His military training had taught him a simple rule of human nature The best way to get the brain to perform under extreme stress is to rapidly run it though rehearsals beforehand.

He even started timing them, and improving their time.

When 9/11 came, everyone knew what to do. They were on their way down the stairs, and on the 44th floor when the second plane hit, this time striking 38 floors above them.

“Stop.” Rescorla ordered through his bullhorn. “Be still. Be calm.” And then he started singing into the bullhorn, while people stayed quiet:

“Men of Cornwall stand ye steady. It cannot be easy said ye for the battle were not ready.”

Rick got everyone out. Only 13, including Rescorla and four of his security officers were inside.

He was last seen on the 10th floor heading up. His body was never found.

So, this deer is asking—How do we survive Obama? How do we survive the upcoming invasion on our borders, which will bring a new strain of TB? Do I have to start wearing masks to Wal-Mart?

How DO we survive Obamacare, which will condemn millions to death…waiting to get into a doctor?

Rick Rescorla and Robinson Crusoe would tell us. WAKE UP.. MOVE. Prepare…..

Think of every worse case scenario and start now.

The only thing our politicians are preparing for is millions of angry citizens. They have not prepared this country for even a sun flare, let alone an invasion.

They are only preparing for themselves and their friends.

Too bad we can’t throw them all into Robinson’s Crusoe’s Island for a month.

 

June 30, 2014 - Posted by Joyanna Adams | American History, Barack Obama, disasters, Uncategorized | Disaster, Humor, Obama