Posted on 01/17/2018 10:13:25 AM PST by rktman
Residents and visitors of the state of Hawaii got a rare opportunity to consider their mortality and life choices after a nuclear false alarm rocked the state on Saturday. The alarm, officially the result of someone clicking the wrong option on a drop-down menu, terrified many.
Tree Davis, military mother of four, recounted her experience. "The alert went off, and to say I felt sheer terror doesn’t even seem to adequately describe how I felt," Davis said. "For all I knew, a deadly missile was barreling toward us and we were all probably going to die. I had to get my children to as safe a location as I could."
Davis considered how best to keep her and her children safe in the case of a nuclear detonation.
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Terror?
Sit on the lanai and drink a Blue Hawaiian. Wait for the flash.
Anyone who understands the various effects of a nearby nuclear blast will recognize that the Dad who was lowering his kids down a manhole was taking exactly the right action given that no actual blast shelter was nearby.
A classic example of the lunacy of the left.
Critical thinking and the inability to reason is the hallmark of a liberal.
Guess the Bill Clinton administration or 0bama administration had nothing to do with the situation today.
And by the way - President Trump didn’t plan for or build or set off that alarm - one of their own did.
That’s LACK of critical thinking, rather.
Uh oh. Now they’ll all claim to be suffering from PTSD and claiming benefits.
Bend over Kiss goodbye!!
LACK OF Critical thinking and the inability to reason is the hallmark of a liberal.
Be sure to wear your solar eclipse glasses.
I wonder if there were any suicides as a result of the false alarm.
Good safety tip, Egon.
Yep, my daughter and six grandchildren still live in Hawaii. I talked to her that morning. The older kids 12, 11, 9 asked her what was going to happen. My daughter told them matter-of-factly that if it were true there was nothing they cold do and they could possibly die. The kids accepted that rather calmly.
Oh for crying out loud.
When I was young, we all worried about nuclear blasts.
I’d tell my high school girlfriend in the cab of the pickup,
“Come on! Let’s do it! A nuclear bomb might go off tomorrow!”
And then there would be a flash of light from her father’s flashlight and I thought I was dead.
Up close, a shotgun can be as scary as an a-bomb.
Libs in terror, snowflakes melting. What’s not to like about that? Especially when they did it to themselves... probably on purpose.
And just as deadly.
My step-dad always told me that if he was gonna die, he would prefer that he be shot in the back by a jealous husband.
I have absolutely zero sympathy for these people. I was 15 in the fall of 1962, a high school sophomore and a defensive end on the varsity football team. My father pulled me out of football to help him convert a 1700’s stone spring house on our farm into a bomb shelter. Everyone in my father’s circle was certain that the Russians would nuke us and our spread lay about twenty five miles northwest from Center City Philadelphia. Thanks to that f*cking JFK pushing us to the brink, I had not only nightmares but daytime hallucinations of fireballs and mushroom clouds just over the horizon from the second floor east side of our farmhouse. This went on for a few years but over time they ceased to scare me. To this day I fully expect to see at least one fireball and mushroom cloud before I die. I’d rather it be seen on TV over some over-populated area where the Friday people proliferate.
To quote Sarah Connor in Terminator 2, “Anyone not wearing number 1 million sunblock is gonna have a really bad day!”
We were in Maui at that moment and the family took a few minutes to gather to a common location.
As soon as we were all together my first comment was, “This is Bull!”
“Nothing on National news.”
“Kim has no targeting, no re-entry vehicle, and we would have shot it down.”
Much more likely an errant message.
Of course the family preferred to believe the god of their smart phone, than listen to me.
Who knows what they think of my dismissive attitude now, but I’m happy to have introduced some sanity amid the panic.
When we’d have the drills in school, us guys would pick out the girl we’d want to give comfort to if it turned out to be real. Sadly the ugly ones would have had to go uncomforted.
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