Have not experienced it firsthand.....

• If you go to church, has your pastor done this? - sm
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  • I have a priest, and he told us we would burn in - see msg
    • and he gets to make those decisions? nm - anon
  • My pastor gave info - Yes
    • not all pastors - ExMQMT
  • No, NEVER and nm - I've gone to church all my life
  • Have not experienced it firsthand..... - sam
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(I think the article is over the top, and wishful thinking by the author, BTW)

So, after Katrina in Gulfport, MS, here's what martial law was like:

1.  When the troops moved in, they took over and started ordering us around like cattle.  Offered to shoot us for even trying to ask 'em a question.  Rude and mean to everyone.  The skies were full of helicopters - felt like living in a MASH rerun.  Jeeps raced up and down my street at double the speed limit, nearly running me over if I stuck a toe in the road.  Nobody lifted a finger to help me clear the debris in my yard - in fact they were irritated that I dared set foot outside at all.

2.  They commandeered any resource that was left, for the powers that be.  They took over every airport, every gas station, every Walmart still standing, every hotel or restaurant that had a generator, jammed all the phone lines (and yes, folks, MINE STILL WORKED until the troops arrived, then suddenly it did not).  All that stuff was appropriated for whoever they deemed important - the county officials, the media, rubbernecking senators they flew in.  Woe unto you if you tried to get a drop of gas, a cold drink, or speak to anyone about why you could not - a gun gets stuck in your face.

3.  Curfew makes you feel like a little kid when its given by your parents.  It makes you feel like a criminal when its set by your government.  Yeah, they offered to shoot me because I forgot something in my car and tried to leave my house to go get it.  They had roadblocks on every corner.  I worked at a hospital nights and daily had to show my ID just to get to work and back.  People that didn't have a good reason to be out and about got turned back and threatened.  They roadblocked all the highway exits to our town and turned away anybody that came offering help - saying it wasn't needed.  Actually, they just weren't organized enough to accept donations or direct would-be heros where they could help - so they just turned them away, rudely.  If you wanted to leave town after Katrina, forget it - they had taken all the gas away and didn't want us on the roads.

4.  They sectioned off parts of our town with barbed wire and told us it was unsafe.  Sorry, I walked through it right after the storm and knew it was no worse than the rest of the town.  They threw residents that had survived the storm off their property and wouldn't let them come back without an armed escort and government permission.  Sometimes they bulldozed their houses flat before letting them come back into the protected zone.  All in the name of protecting them.

5.  The majority of the soliders raced around acting important.  Never saw any lift a finger to help anyone in any type of distress.  I guess their orders were to stand around and wait for more orders, while intimidating us (obviously that's what the confused, scared, and needful survivors required from their government?).  They also took over our local radio and had them tell us to just sit isolated in our houses and wait for help, and discouraged us from helping one another or traveling across town to help a friend.  Nobody ever knocked on our door and asked us if we needed anything - so if I'd obeyed orders and believed help was coming I would have waited until I died.  I suppose they wanted us to just sit there and die, so we'd be less hassle.

6.  The only help we received were from average citizens brave enough to argue their way through the military road blocks. Not the government.  Their function was to take over, snatch whatever comforts still existed, and isolate and scare us.

I was shocked I could be treated the way I was on American soil, and I realized it can happen anywhere to anyone, if and when the powers that be decide to take over an area for whatever reason they deem necessary.  I suddenly realized this happens all over the world in wartime, when our troops move in to occupy their country - and I realized I felt like those people must have felt at the sight of the soldiers.  Most people just don't think it can happen here - well trust me, it can and it does.  Maybe next time, in your neighborhood.

(I think the article is over the top, and wishful thinking by the author, BTW)

So, after Katrina in Gulfport, MS, here's what martial law was like:

1.  When the troops moved in, they took over and started ordering us around like cattle.  Offered to shoot us for even trying to ask 'em a question.  Rude and mean to everyone.  The skies were full of helicopters - felt like living in a MASH rerun.  Jeeps raced up and down my street at double the speed limit, nearly running me over if I stuck a toe in the road.  Nobody lifted a finger to help me clear the debris in my yard - in fact they were irritated that I dared set foot outside at all.

2.  They commandeered any resource that was left, for the powers that be.  They took over every airport, every gas station, every Walmart still standing, every hotel or restaurant that had a generator, jammed all the phone lines (and yes, folks, MINE STILL WORKED until the troops arrived, then suddenly it did not).  All that stuff was appropriated for whoever they deemed important - the county officials, the media, rubbernecking senators they flew in.  Woe unto you if you tried to get a drop of gas, a cold drink, or speak to anyone about why you could not - a gun gets stuck in your face.

3.  Curfew makes you feel like a little kid when its given by your parents.  It makes you feel like a criminal when its set by your government.  Yeah, they offered to shoot me because I forgot something in my car and tried to leave my house to go get it.  They had roadblocks on every corner.  I worked at a hospital nights and daily had to show my ID just to get to work and back.  People that didn't have a good reason to be out and about got turned back and threatened.  They roadblocked all the highway exits to our town and turned away anybody that came offering help - saying it wasn't needed.  Actually, they just weren't organized enough to accept donations or direct would-be heros where they could help - so they just turned them away, rudely.  If you wanted to leave town after Katrina, forget it - they had taken all the gas away and didn't want us on the roads.

4.  They sectioned off parts of our town with barbed wire and told us it was unsafe.  Sorry, I walked through it right after the storm and knew it was no worse than the rest of the town.  They threw residents that had survived the storm off their property and wouldn't let them come back without an armed escort and government permission.  Sometimes they bulldozed their houses flat before letting them come back into the protected zone.  All in the name of protecting them.

5.  The majority of the soliders raced around acting important.  Never saw any lift a finger to help anyone in any type of distress.  I guess their orders were to stand around and wait for more orders, while intimidating us (obviously that's what the confused, scared, and needful survivors required from their government?).  They also took over our local radio and had them tell us to just sit isolated in our houses and wait for help, and discouraged us from helping one another or traveling across town to help a friend.  Nobody ever knocked on our door and asked us if we needed anything - so if I'd obeyed orders and believed help was coming I would have waited until I died.  I suppose they wanted us to just sit there and die, so we'd be less hassle.

6.  The only help we received were from average citizens brave enough to argue their way through the military road blocks. Not the government.  Their function was to take over, snatch whatever comforts still existed, and isolate and scare us.

I was shocked I could be treated the way I was on American soil, and I realized it can happen anywhere to anyone, if and when the powers that be decide to take over an area for whatever reason they deem necessary.  I suddenly realized this happens all over the world in wartime, when our troops move in to occupy their country - and I realized I felt like those people must have felt at the sight of the soldiers.  Most people just don't think it can happen here - well trust me, it can and it does.  Maybe next time, in your neighborhood.

(I think the article is over the top, and wishful thinking by the author, BTW)

So, after Katrina in Gulfport, MS, here's what martial law was like:

1.  When the troops moved in, they took over and started ordering us around like cattle.  Offered to shoot us for even trying to ask 'em a question.  Rude and mean to everyone.  The skies were full of helicopters - felt like living in a MASH rerun.  Jeeps raced up and down my street at double the speed limit, nearly running me over if I stuck a toe in the road.  Nobody lifted a finger to help me clear the debris in my yard - in fact they were irritated that I dared set foot outside at all.

2.  They commandeered any resource that was left, for the powers that be.  They took over every airport, every gas station, every Walmart still standing, every hotel or restaurant that had a generator, jammed all the phone lines (and yes, folks, MINE STILL WORKED until the troops arrived, then suddenly it did not).  All that stuff was appropriated for whoever they deemed important - the county officials, the media, rubbernecking senators they flew in.  Woe unto you if you tried to get a drop of gas, a cold drink, or speak to anyone about why you could not - a gun gets stuck in your face.

3.  Curfew makes you feel like a little kid when its given by your parents.  It makes you feel like a criminal when its set by your government.  Yeah, they offered to shoot me because I forgot something in my car and tried to leave my house to go get it.  They had roadblocks on every corner.  I worked at a hospital nights and daily had to show my ID just to get to work and back.  People that didn't have a good reason to be out and about got turned back and threatened.  They roadblocked all the highway exits to our town and turned away anybody that came offering help - saying it wasn't needed.  Actually, they just weren't organized enough to accept donations or direct would-be heros where they could help - so they just turned them away, rudely.  If you wanted to leave town after Katrina, forget it - they had taken all the gas away and didn't want us on the roads.

4.  They sectioned off parts of our town with barbed wire and told us it was unsafe.  Sorry, I walked through it right after the storm and knew it was no worse than the rest of the town.  They threw residents that had survived the storm off their property and wouldn't let them come back without an armed escort and government permission.  Sometimes they bulldozed their houses flat before letting them come back into the protected zone.  All in the name of protecting them.

5.  The majority of the soliders raced around acting important.  Never saw any lift a finger to help anyone in any type of distress.  I guess their orders were to stand around and wait for more orders, while intimidating us (obviously that's what the confused, scared, and needful survivors required from their government?).  They also took over our local radio and had them tell us to just sit isolated in our houses and wait for help, and discouraged us from helping one another or traveling across town to help a friend.  Nobody ever knocked on our door and asked us if we needed anything - so if I'd obeyed orders and believed help was coming I would have waited until I died.  I suppose they wanted us to just sit there and die, so we'd be less hassle.

6.  The only help we received were from average citizens brave enough to argue their way through the military road blocks. Not the government.  Their function was to take over, snatch whatever comforts still existed, and isolate and scare us.

I was shocked I could be treated the way I was on American soil, and I realized it can happen anywhere to anyone, if and when the powers that be decide to take over an area for whatever reason they deem necessary.  I suddenly realized this happens all over the world in wartime, when our troops move in to occupy their country - and I realized I felt like those people must have felt at the sight of the soldiers.  Most people just don't think it can happen here - well trust me, it can and it does.  Maybe next time, in your neighborhood.