Do Not Tell Me It Is Raining

I am really angry. The true story is emerging now. The fire service place in the firmament of the federal heavens is only now becoming painfully clear.


I am really angry. The true story is emerging now. The fire service place in the firmament of the federal heavens is only now becoming painfully clear. We have been cheated, bamboozled, lied to, and flat out taken advantage of. I am of course referring to the current wave of Federal Government adjustments being made in the name of "Homeland Security."

Many have assured me that I was being alarmist. I was assured that what I was feeling was the pleasant shower of a gentle governmental rain upon the fire services parade. You know as in the old wives tale that April showers bring May Flowers. Imagine my horror when I discovered that the substance raining upon my head was not rain, but a smelly yellow, stinging substance, with which every human is intimately familiar.

Let me first pause at this point to assure all of my friends in the various national level fire service organizations that my comments in this week