Reading about these things happening right now in real time, and you cannot fucking teleport there and do something to help and neutralize the shitstains, is the most frustrating and blood pressure raising feeling. The only thing I can do from behind a computer screen, is to repeatedly tell everybody to be armed and carry. I can only imagine how the rescuers at Pearl Harbor felt when they tried desperately to save the crews of the some of the sinking battleships who were still clinging on to life trapped in the bulkheads in air bubbles, and they could hear them knocking and clanging with wrenches inside the metal, only to have water gushing out at full force by the time they finally got a square cut out... This is the kind of helplessness that is acidic and fucking eats at you, inside out...