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Originally Posted by brassmonkey
if you live in that area keep one in  those police are ramphartin on the east coast |
It’s over an hour away. It’s the beginning of the South Shore to many. I used to drive up to the mall there. Then I’d stop for lunch at an amazing Chinese restaurant. I had family close to the area and visited them as duty calls.
It was halfway a joke but serious, too. I doubt many thieves will read that, think of the heat, and stay out of Braintree!
Everything is considered racism these days. True racism will be overlooked due to the finger-pointing.
“Blast the a/c” means go steal an air-conditioner to criminals! Seriously, do criminals live in places with luxuries? Section Eight and the projects don’t supply your comfort needs. And, we always have a blackout during heat waves. I had a generator and I’m glad but I had to go to town meetings and get licensed to use it. About sixteen years ago I lost power and so did my folks. I drove to Providence and got two rooms at a hotel. Three days of no power and we each brought coolers to a friend outside of Providence to freeze our frozen food. I didn’t lose much from the fridge but it was no fun. No alarms on the houses worked except for a brief override.
Our country has invented and created such awesome things for emergencies. Yet nothing to give us power in a blackout that is affordable and not dangerous. My father had an emergency oxygen machine but his CPAP machine needed electricity. His electric hospital bed manual lever broke off during a blackout.
Our enemies want to bomb us. Disabling our power supply is possible and hopefully our government has a plan for the situation.
Slightly off topic but I’m having the same discussion with someone. Her solution is underground housing so heat or snow or fire or lightening or rain or cars crashing into houses won’t happen. In emergencies we’d all go to underground safe buildings to hide. Pets would go to a pet ATM and be whooshed into underground pet facilities.
She’s nineteen. In the next millennium she may be right. I’m laughing at Fluffy the cat and a pit bull being whooshed together for safety.
Our youth.