Last week, additional snowfalls struck NJ, one being the worst the state has experienced in decades, with twenty-plus inches having fallen in most sectors.
Before and during the mighty storm, the elected/appointed magistrates held court, grinned with twinkling eyes and told us to stay off the roads so that cleanup crews could do their jobs, but such never happened. No plowing, no salting ... no nothin'.
Though such is par for the course in NJ, some citizens are infuriated by the deceit, considering the amount of taxes they pay for basic necessities, but taxpayers are perceived as chumps by our snide, political pundits.
The varying weather reports didn't help the situation, either. Though a few meteorologists were on target, most leapt among outcomes, fearful of being proven wrong. One such example, who touts his avoidance of hyperbole, altered his analysis many times over in last-minute spurts, and in the end, still didn't hit the bullseye.
Some would say such erratic predictions are no big deal. However, people don't tune into weather reports for fun. They do it to plan, to gauge ... to survive. A steadfast prediction during pending calamity is essential. Waffling, on the other hand, just prompts more tension and angst.
I don't know what else can be said or done regarding either of these agitating fronts, beyond complaining, and yes, complaining is therapeutic. My heart goes out to those like me, who do complain, because we're never allowed to sit back when trouble strikes. We're the ones required to take the kids to school, to accompany loved ones on doctors' appointments and even on occasion tend to own own health concerns. We're the ones left trapped and mocked by inactivity and ambiguity, by those who care only about themselves, even though they've pledged to high heaven to care about us; and so if a gripe or two (a post or two) may besmirch such deception, so be it. Better that than remaining silent, and to remain silent, is akin to being complicit.
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