Ramblings- From The Homestead
Light Hearted and Brutally Honest
by John Gault
The end is near….. At least that’s what we have been told: An Indian guru has prognosticated that 2012 will usher in Kali Yuga’s “end of days”. Terrence McKenna has prophesized that 2012 will lead us to “Timewave Zero” whatever that is, and still others interpret the Mayan calendar as stating the end will arrive at precisely 11:11am on Dec. 21st
The world as we know it may well end, but not because of any of these mystical, stupid or superstitious reasons. Eliminating those, we still have a multitude of reasons to prepare. Natural catastrophes from hurricanes, earthquakes, droughts and pandemics to polar shifts and the ever possible life-obliterating solar flare are all causes for hand wringing. Man made events can be even more worrying. Chemical spills, nuclear accidents, bio and nuclear terrorism and economic collapse are but a few.
My own family survived relatively intact a direct hit, and the aftermath of hurricane Hugo. Oh, seven days with no power, empty grocery store shelves, and our water needs met by draining the water heater were challenges we were ill prepared for, but compared to some of the possible scenarios listed above… it was a hay ride in a wagon full of cotton candy and pleasant dreams.
Should any of these events come to pass, there will be dangers everywhere, and none more able to do you harm than man himself. The Occupy Wall Street mentality is more wide spread than one might expect. Bad enough having skill-less, brain dead losers around in number when times are ok… never mind in a post Armageddon world, where they’d be coming at you, endlessly, like the zombies they are, hands outstretched, determined to take whatever you have.
Most decent size little cities will quickly slip into chaos without the restraining hand of law enforcement and when the monthly checks stop arriving on the 3rd. The vast majority will be ill equipped to deal with the challenges of sustaining their own life after a SHITF event. As the resources dwindle, the chaos will spread to less populated areas. You will be faced with the desperation of those who once thought hardship was a long line at Starbucks, and of course the criminals, users and abusers that already walk among us. You will likely be presented with ample opportunity to thin the herd, or be thinned. The honesty of survival demands that we admit certain truths, one of those truths is that we are hip deep in pathetic and ruthlessness, if you can’t or won’t defend against it, you will fall victim to it.
Like many of you, I have been witness to the glazed eyes, or quizzical “Oh, your one of those” looks if I make the mistake of stumbling across my prepping fetish in conversation. In the rural area where I now live (I followed my escape route early and now live at my -bug out- location), prepping is a way of life and has been for over a hundred years. Those not accustomed to the hardship and inconsistencies of farm life though tend to be at the least dismissive and at most concerned over the screw that must have fallen out of my head. Reactions, of course, vary. Some nod in agreement about “keeping a few days of food on hand”. Others may take a step back…. “to better measure my paranoia’ I suspect. What they conclude to be “paranoia” I refer to as anticipation. Paranoia, even harmless paranoia may exact a price. The question is: Does having no sense of anticipation at all cost you more? I think it might. It’s preferable (to me anyway) to be harmlessly paranoid… rather than fatally stupid.
The image of preppers, locked inside their bunkers, self imposed prisoners, surrounded by boxes of military rations and clutching their bibles and guns is still strong. The media goes out of it’s way to portray preppers as anti-government, gun loving weirdos, but that is fading, helped along by the “Great Recession of 2008 and the site of neighbors or relatives or friends lose it all. Even if you, like many, made it through with the majority of your life intact, witnessing others, within a matter of months go from living in a mcmansion similar to your own, to living in their car caused you considerable worry, and perhaps still does. After all, are you really any different then them? They tried but couldn’t save themselves. It was out of their hands and beyond their control. “There but for the grace of god… or the luck of the draw… go I. And the continuing news footage of Greeks fighting their own government for their stipend and Arabs fighting for food only aids in reminding us that our own governments bookkeeping is unraveling. We live in a strange era of clueless romantic utopianism existing alongside shallow decadent cynicism, sometimes within the same brain.
My son’s mother in-law recently commented to me (after hearing again of my son’s ongoing preps) That she would “rather not live through some -book of revelations like- apocalypse. Better to just let god take her and her whole family“. In post Armageddon, god will likely be busy dealing with sinners and suffering on a massive scale. It just wouldn’t seem right to burden him with my needs, clearly my daughter in-laws mother thinks differently. And then there was this…. The other day someone actually told me that they had gold, food and weapons saved up. Unfortunately it is all safely stored in Azeroth, so unless the SHTF event happens in “World of Warcraft” he’s in deep trouble.
These people, and many others will be running -post apocalypse- to the nearest FEMA installation, operated by the same flawed, paranoid and dimwitted morons who are now steering us over the abyss. I wish them luck….. They’ll need it. Me? I’ll just keep on prepping… and so will you.
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