Mocking echoes answer the pathetic cries for help coming from New Jersey and New York. These “communities” long ago made their deal with the devil, electing to outsource their primary functions to big government and big business. They paid for their abdication of responsibility with their independence. As long as the power stayed on and the store shelves remained stocked, they kept a veneer of civility.
Now, in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, they cry out like children separated from their mother. But mother isn’t there. She’s negligent, incompetent, and slow, unable to distinguish the needs of one from the masses, because the masses are whom she mothers, not individuals.
The realization that they are on their own is at first horrifying, then emboldening. With or without mother’s help, they determine to come together and rebuild. Some of them, at any rate. If they haven’t forgotten how.
When you’re stripped to the bare underpinnings of your existence, you feel constant terror at the barrenness within and at your inability to make it through in one piece. In dislocated, postmodern America, all that is necessary to spur a system-wide social breakdown is to remove the things we depend on daily.
What happens when we are all confronted at once with a desperate need? Might we be revealed as who we really are? Vulnerable. Fragile. Human. It wouldn't take long before we as individuals stop thinking of ourselves as Americans, as Christians, as [insert surname here]. We become our greatest want. No allegiance can survive that.
As the Joker said:
When the chips are down, these civilized people...they’ll eat each other.