I wasn’t going to write tonight because I knew I’d sound cranky. But I’ve been watching the news and after the last interview I saw, I think I snapped a little.
Thrill Seekers. That’s what they call them. They’re on the jetty, on the water, and gathering in bars – to watch the thrill of destruction and devastation.
And unfortunately, they’re on TV. Some jovially jeopardize not only their own lives but also the lives of the First Responders who attempt to rescue them. Some are just looking for a rush. I just saw an interview with of a group who were angry that the casinos were closed in Atlantic City. They’d driven 15 hours straight in search of a thrill.
We’re angry! We’re adults. Our safety is our business. We’re winners and we came here to get double lucky: a win big at the tables and a chance to watch a big storm!
I don’t understand why the press gives them air time.
I just don’t get it, period. Have we really become so jaded that we need to watch havoc and chaos to get a rush? Maybe we’ve seen too many disaster movies or are we simply so saturated with tragedy that it no longer moves us?
By the time most of you read this, whatever is going to happen will have happened.
As I’m writing, 10 people have died and more than 3 million homes are without power.
My son, his wonderful wife, my 2 year old grand-daughter and my 1 month old grand-son live in New Jersey. I’m praying. But i would hope I would see this as a time to pray, not a time to party, whether I knew anyone on the coast or not.
If you want a thrill, ride a roller-coaster. Or better yet, donate to a disaster relief group that will be laboring to help folks recover from this storm. Help someone. Now that’s a real thrill.