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Originally Posted by Matt Goldberg 
I've missed having a good disease panic. Avian flu was a few years back but my favorite of all was SARS. Just a great, great panic.
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Yesterday, I took a NJ Transit bus from a mall park/ride to Manhattan for a nice Sunday at the museums. My 12:02 197 bus ran a little late. Of the 25 or so people at the stop, about 15 of them began to mutter and pace by 12:06. Then a 197 on the return-bound loop came through, dropped it's load and moved on toward the Skylands. It's 12:10. Panic sets in. Never mind that the bus clearly indicated it was coming back and headed for northern Jersey and not NY, folks got vocally concerned.
By 12:15 frantic calls were being made to the transit. You could hear the Tripods coming over the hills....we were clearly running out of time.
A woman in Jackie O glasses shows up and when informed that the bus was not only late but had abandoned people to their fate, she curses and exclaimes that no one should be treated like this and that she was going to actually drive into Manhattan. Can you imagine the courage of that fine example of our fairer sex?
Two seconds after her St Crispians speech an older woman and her man-son leaped from the shelter and offered her hard cash to get them across the Hudson. This woman had gotten a jump on things by 11:55, wandering about the parking area pronouncing "This isn't right! This isn't right! Something's wrong!". With Cassandra proven correct, they pile into Jackie O's honda and make their escape.
From the side of the increasingly tense and worried crowd comes the voice of the guy in running shorts, dark wool socks, camo top, backpack with straps over decorated with dopey flair to point of suggesting Mork's suspenders. "It's running late!" he explains as he waves his phone around for everyone to see. "I just got off the phone with New Jersey Transit and they said he's running late." He neglected to mention if the operator offered to come get him themselves or if they thought he might need a crisis hotline. Now, I was in earshot of this stoic soul the whole time and what he certainly did not relay to the crowd was the desperate whining he did to an almost certainly disinsterested(and increasingly entertained) operator. "Oh my god...Oh my god...I've
got to get to Manhattan by 1:00...I'm in a show, ya know...Oh my god...No,
he just left us!....
We're all alone here!"
12:20 the bus rolls in. A sense of relief, of hope renewed washes over the crowd. Then, right on fucking cue, they mob the door to the bus. Those Tripods are still coming and they can't take the chance of being left behind
again!
Long story, I know, but hey, you're getting the story second hand, I actually had to live this fucking experience! My point is that this country is nowhere near ready for any kind of large scale crisis. For years we've had to hear about how spectacular the reaction was to the September 11th attacks. Problem is that that was an extremely localized(horrific, but still very contained) incident. Help was not only still viable and functioning, it was only a few neighborhoods away. Katrina, while a much larger disaster was still, geographically speaking, localized. It's impact outside the immediate disaster area was minimal, refugee issues excepted(yet we all know how well that went over in the long term).
We don't get hit by city wrecking typhoons annually, rocked by frequent earthquakes, buried by landslides or even deal with the smaller pinpricks of routine bombings on our main streets.
Our national skin is pretty thin. I don't see how any real major catastrophe or crisis here could end up being anything but an unthinkable nightmare. Gun nuts, religious wackos, blackberry zombies, mute teens who only know h2 comnC8 n txt and people who would fold instantly without Tivo to cover their asses. Have a nice doomsday!

But hey, that's just me.