Fighter Crashes into San Diego Neighborhood

I just saw breaking news on CNN, when eating lunch, that a fighter jet crashed into a San Diego residential neighborhood. Later on FOX news, a glib reporter said there were no injuries and that the jet, going 150 mph, just crashed into a garage, but there was some debris spread.

I wonder sometimes, how these glib superficial reports affect the people whose lives are suddenly ripped open, when their homes and neighborhoods are destroyed.

I thought about that after reports of the plane that crashed into a house during a Hillsboro airshow. I wondered what really became of the people who owned that house, the nightmares they lived through, in trying to put their lives back together.

The fighting with insurance. I suppose every pilot has to carry insurance, like anyone who drives a car does. I also know that if you are hit by someone in a car crash, the reckless driver's insurance won't replace your car. They pay you what they say your car is valued at currently. Meaning you may not even ever have transportation again, if your car, totaled by some stranger's reckless behavior, is valued low, due to age. The money given in a settlement may not be enough to even buy another car. And in the meantime, how in the world do people get around, without their car, if they depend upon it?

Same when a person's house and all their possessions are destroyed like this, when a plane drops from the sky and boom, everything you owned is gone. What do you do then?

The news reports will only say, glibly, "no fatalities" with a jubilance and a "Let's get on to the next big boom disaster story." And in the wake of the big booms and fires and planes crashing into houses, I wonder what happens to the real stories, the lives affected so suddenly--those who loose everything.

Important papers gone. Family heirlooms and photographs gone. Pets killed. All personal items from furniture, to artwork, to clothing to dishes, to bank records, to recreational items like bikes, motorcycles, camping gear, climbing gear, whatever---gone! Computer, with all its stored photos, contacts, records--gone. The shock, the horror, the work involved, to get paperwork and records together again, the insurance nightmares, trying to maintain ones' employment while one now has nothing----these stories are never told.

When I see a plane crashed into a residential district, that's what I think about, not the glorious big explosion, or the fact the pilot ejected. I don't care about any of those things. Or think about them. I think about a family who just lost everything and what they will go through to rebuild their lives. I think about kids at school and a mother and father driving up, to pick up their kids, faces ashen, and breaking the news and how they might do that. I wish they'd follow that story and not just the big orange booms, and then quickly move on.

Here's another thing I think about, with all these bailouts going on, of companies run poorly, whose CEO's and managers and accountants and boards made very bad decisions for a very long time while getting millions of dollars in salaries to run their companies badly.

I think how the poor are always blamed that their choices have created the situations they find themselves in and the poor or anyone receiving any assistance, are unforgiven so that they must bow their heads in shame, to be so bad at managing their lives. Even the poor, like myself, whose parents abused them, know, because society tells us so everyday, how horrible we are, and that it is indeed somehow our fault.

I guess it's ok to not hold the big rich people accountable and to give them tons of welfare money, billions, but rather to bitch about an old person receiving inhome care or some single mom getting help or about the disabled getting medical care. I don't know why this is.