It’s been nearly four decades since the Anthem of All Who Call Themselves Country was released by Hank Williams, Jr. “A Country Boy Can Survive” blared from the windows of every pickup truck in my hometown in 1982, the lyrics sung with gusto by proud, capable people who’ve always been and remain little more than a punchline for the “educated Leftist elite”. We’re rubes, deplorables, and (without exception) Trump supporters who cling to our guns and religion – and if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn.
It seems the time has arrived when those country-folk survival skills may prove the difference between living and dying. It doesn’t take much of a fortune teller to predict that truly world-altering circumstances are upon us, but just in case you have any doubt (or don’t trust the word of a rube like me) you can read the opinion of uber-Leftist, tech-billionaire, Biden-supporting, Trump-banning, Twitter founder Jack Dorsey, who just tweeted that hyperinflation is happening, and “it’s going to change everything”.
That should scare the bejabbers out of you. “Hyperinflation” is the most terrifying word in the economist lexicon. It destroys countries, starts World Wars, and sends millions into abject poverty (if they’re lucky enough to escape the genocide and other atrocities that often accompany such economic upheaval). Perhaps most frightening is the reality that it’s never been seen on a scale such as the American economy, and never with the currency to which so many other nations tie their own. If the world currency suddenly becomes worthless, what is the potential ripple effect – and how will those effects play out on your family?
Like grandma’s warm apple pie on the windowsill, we are right now getting a little whiff of what we can expect by-and-by, minus all the sweet deliciousness. And while Biden Chief-of-Staff Ron Klain would have us believe that rising inflation and supply chain issues are little more than “high class problems”, the fact is that it ain’t the escargots that are escar-gone, it’s the chicken pot pies and affordable heating fuel that average Americans depend on which are becoming scarce, with winter on the near horizon. The problems as they exist right now are sufficient to create a serious situation for everyday Americans, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of the inflation boondoggle. This is just run-of-the-mill inflation; hyperinflation will make this look like a day at the local fishing hole.
I’m not worried about all that, because I’m a country boy and I’m fixing to weather just about any kind of storm. More to the point, I’ve been fixing for some time. To give you some idea of what I mean, consider that I own my rural home and property outright; I practice rainwater collection, and my filtration/purification system will handle any kind of water (even the filthy river water that flows a hundred yards down the hill from my house); I have solar panels and battery banks running my pumps and lights, sufficient to keep us nearly “normal” even if the power grid stumbles; my home is heated with plentiful wood as well as coal, and I’ve stocked enough of both to get through three or four winters with relative ease; perhaps most importantly, I have a barn full of bunnies and a basement full of dry and canned goods sufficient to feed my family comfortably for a year or more.
I can skin a buck and run a trot line too, but I’m not depending on that. Neither are any of my neighbors. We’re country folk; we ain’t foolish enough to think we’re going to hunt and fish our way out of major economic collapse. That’s why we’ve all put seeds away in long-term storage. Our food stores aren’t designed to feed us until “things get back to normal” (because if hyperinflation hits, there may never be a “normal” again); rather, they exist to get us through until we can sufficiently provide our own reliable supply through growing what we can and bartering for the rest.
Shelter, heat, food, water, lights. Yeah, I’ve covered that and so has the majority of my neighborhood. I know this because I’ve asked them. In fact, we communicate regularly. We have a plan in place if circumstances should go sour and become dangerous. We’re foolish rubes, but we’re wicked smart when it comes to survival.
That’s how we were raised.
Oh, and we’ve got guns and God to protect us and our stores if the unrest reaches our doorsteps, silly deplorables that we are.
You may have noticed that the title of this piece doesn’t quite match up with everything you’ve just read. What does my country-boy preparation have to do with city boys surviving?
Here’s where the redneck in me wants to say “if you’re a city boy and you get hungry, best to go some other direction than mine when you go looking for an easy meal”. That’s good survival advice right there.
But that’s not why I’ve written this.
The point of this article is to try and help y’all city folk get through the worst of it using some country-folk techniques that might in the end mean the difference between life and death. You see I, and my Trump-supporting rube brethren, realize there are plenty of good people trapped in the cities – and they’ll be the first to experience the worst of it when Biden’s nonsensical policies and incompetent dithering lead us to worldwide catastrophe.
I’m proud of my preparations, proud of my country heritage, and absolutely arrogant when it comes to my ability to make it through just about anything, but it pisses me off that the very folks who voted for this disaster of a “leader” are about to be thrown so squarely under the bus by that very sock puppet. I blame you city folks for electing this clown, but I still have a sense of fairness and decency that won’t allow me to just abandon you to the devastation your poor choice has wrought. Ron Klain and his marionette might be okay with a “let them eat cake” attitude, but that just doesn’t sit right with me. I’m a country boy, but I’m also a true American. We don’t abandon our own.
So to that end, here are a few pointers from a country-boy survivalist.
First and most importantly, understand that if the S really, truly does HTF, you will not likely make it in the city. That’s the fact. GET OUT NOW, if there’s any possible way for you to do so. Leave any semblance of “blue” – city or state – and leave blue attitudes there, too. The “blue” side doesn’t give a horse’s heinie about you. They never have.
Assuming you can’t leave ahead of time, I’m going to do my best to help you weather the worst of it when it comes down hard. You’ll have few choices, and while it’s not a great one, the fact is that sheltering in place – in other words, staying put where you live – is likely the best of them.
You’ll need to try and prepare for a fairly long incarceration within your apartment. As civil order breaks down, the chaos will be most intense over the first few days, and again (but in a different way) for at least a week after that. The truly lawless will use any opportunity to let loose their “wilding”, which will occupy the first days of any breakdown in civility. You have to make it through that first. Lock and barricade any entrance to your space, and then maintain silent, unobserved living. Prepare to defend against any breach that might occur, but beyond that let everything that takes place outside your doors stay outside your doors. Your mindset – as sad as it may be – must be “my family, and nothing else”.
When it becomes clear that everything is crumbling, you’ve got to take certain immediate steps. The first of these is to fill everything that will hold water with water.
This is especially true if you live above the seventh floor of an apartment building. City water pressure will push the flow up that far, but most apartments depend on electric pumps to handle distribution above that level. No electricity, no pumps, no water. Get it while you can.
To that end, it’s a good idea to begin storing water right now. As you empty milk jugs, rinse them and fill them with H2O. They will store just fine for the most part. To be extra certain, add a couple of drops of household bleach, which will disinfect the water and help it to store more reliably. Leave these jugs on the floor, perhaps under your bed. Set them on a sheet or some other material that you can check every now and then to see whether any are leaking. Do not store this water on shelves above your reserve food, for exactly that reason.
Regarding reserve food, you absolutely must begin stocking some extra, above and beyond what you ordinarily keep in the pantry. Choose foods that are readily available, filling, high in protein, and easily stocked. Peanut butter is a great one. Rice and beans are, too. Canned meats, especially of the “Spam” variety, will last a long time and aren’t overly expensive. Tuna is a good all-around food. Put some fruit as well as hard candy back, also. These break up the monotony, serve other nutritional needs, and give you something to assuage hunger when you’re rationing.
You’ll be hunkering down, so you won’t need as many calories. Still, try to plan 2000 calories per person, per day, for at least ten days. Don’t waste money and storage space on “empty calorie” junk. Typical snack foods and ordinary boxed crap is all but useless in a survival situation. Get calorie-dense food NOW, while you still have time, and rotate more in as you can. First in, first out.
As a rule, expect that cooking/heating may not be an option. Plan accordingly. And either buy easy-open cans, or have a manual can opener available; it makes life much easier.
The average American family has enough food stored to last for three days. During that fourth through tenth day the outside “threat” will be hungry people who will do anything – ANYTHING – to get a bite to eat. To survive that period, you’ll have to stay “nonexistent”. Be QUIET, be unobserved, and don’t open your door for anything.
Remember, your family first.
If you can make it ten days to two weeks, you’ll be ahead of the curve. At that point you’ll have to leave your shelter and face the music (even if it’s a funeral dirge). This would be the time to start trying to establish contact with others who have similarly survived, and begin planning for your new daily reality. There is safety in numbers, and two weeks after a catastrophic event it will be a numbers game. Group up and begin working together. You’re not in the country; you can’t do it alone.
This is by no means an inclusive “how to survive” guide for anyone, but there are plenty of those available if you’ll take the time to look. The point of this article is to make you aware that the time to start thinking of these things, if you haven’t already, is right now. The world isn’t changing; it has already changed, and it’s going to get much, much worse. A lot of people are going to suffer, and a lot will likely die. Try not to be among them.
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Well you can properly spell trot, but you’ll still be overrun in your scenario.
I disagree. He mentioned he is in communication with his neighbors. Probably knows his rural town well. He most likely knows who to trust and who not to trust. Rural preppers hinge on three different types of people when the S does HTF. A large amount who never really prepared will leave and go somewhere with someone they can rely on. Hell some may go to FEMA. Another set are the like-minded folks that you will form a community with. And then there are those that just assume go kick doors in and hunt for their food. These are the ones to watch the closest and if need be, take them out. But like the author said, going out hunting for food is the worse scenario. Stay in, bunker down, and defend what is yours.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Some reading from somebody who lived it.
http://www.survival-spot.com/survival-blog/argentina-collapse/
If you’re one of those who think “it couldn’t happen here”, then THAT will be your primary downfall.
Just Sayin’
Well I agree life would not be peachy or without worries. Hell one could cut themself badly and be without medical care and be good as dead. I guess point is (and as made in this post) that the more prepared one, the higher their chances of survival.
It depends on where you are. If you are more than a tank of gas from a city, it is going to be nearly impossible for the hoards to get to you. If you are close to a city, in an area which depends on food being shipped in, you are in an indefensible position regardless of your preparation.
I would think you are referring to suburban areas more than rural ones. The hoards will surely overrun the suburban enclaves quite easily. But rural areas have many advantages. I think of mine, which is 90% wooded and full of small town roads. I would bet that almost every house has firearms and plenty of ammo to shoot them. The ones that don’t I put into the category of those that will leave or “bug-out”. I picture those city hoards not getting too far as they come deeper in. Especially in the northeast where winters are brutal. Our roads barely get plowed now after a foot of snow.
Around here, the suburbs are full of gun owning conservative types who will put a dent in the dindus plans to overrun whole communities. When you get further out, the houses are spaced further apart and most have limited roads leading to the houses. I prefer my rural house to one in the suburbs and have planned for the grandsons to come help us defend it. If it becomes indefensible, we will move further out to the former SIL’s hunting camp.
I could not have said it better myself.
This is a most excellent composition and you’ve compiled some of the best advice I’ve seen for those who somehow, amidst the collapse around them, have managed to ignore the fact that they need to get ready, um, like NOW.
Folks, my husband and I made the rare journey to Scott AFB in Illinois today. It is within a two hour drive, if the traffic into St. Louis isn’t too bad, as it was not this morning.
When my son attended college at Science&Tech at Rolla, Missouri, I enjoyed driving the extra hour to Ft. Leonardwood and visiting the commissary and Px on the Army base. I liked being around young soldiers because since I was 21 until I left Oklahoma, I was always around them at Tinker in either professional or social settings. Young soldiers are disciplined and polite and, usually, clean.
The soldiers I saw today wore black masks inside the Bx and Commissary. Everyone was required to wear one. I found the one I’d stuck in my console months ago, so Nick opted to wait in the Jeep while I got the things I really wanted at the Commissary. I pulled it down around my chin and no one seemed to care, although no one else did so. I think I might have lost Commissary privileges if caught or something like that… I once lost driving privileges on base for getting too many parking tickets. (I would arrive late, park in an empty numbered spot and hope that number didn’t show up or was flying. Anyway, I got three in one year and LOST my privileges until my dear friend Pam went to the base commander and told him she was driving my car one of those days. He restored my driving privileges. Pam was my BFF.)
So, I didn’t have to wear a mask to get onto the base but to go inside any building, a mask must be worn. I really wanted some things at the Commissary you cannot find anywhere else. Any military members or their spouses know what I mean. The Commissary carries some items you really can’t find anywhere else. And, it was well stocked, but wouldn’t the Air Mobility Command base be well stocked?
It was creepy and there was zero interaction with any of the military folks we saw. The masks are doing what masks are supposed to do… they mask.
I did try to take a picture of the C141 outside the gate as we left. I’ll try to upload it here.
Like what kinds of things? Brasso? Nev-r-Dull? Patent leather shoes? Those are the only special things I remember.
Me too. I never found anything at the px or commissary that was better or cheaper than anywhere else. I spent 10 years trying to find the special deals. I remember the rare times we made it on a FOB that those were profiteering operations. It was cheaper to shop in town. Although I have to wonder what the bargaining power of our massive firepower was. But we were the good guys, so of course that never entered our minds.
The commissary actually carries “off-brand” items now. That is a big change, but the main reason I like to visit the commissary from time to time is that they carry some marvelous sauces and seasonings from Europe in their foreign food section.
Meat is a lot less expensive now. A LOT less. I bought a big vacuum packed sirloin roast 15 lbs for about $75. I’m going to cut it into steaks.
Otherwise, you are correct… just a lot more variety but no real “savings.”
I walked into and around the Bx and was one of maybe a dozen people. I did not have a mask then (didn’t know) but no one said anything. I took one look at the high price on the first item I picked up and decided the Bx hadn’t changed.
I should have checked the ammunition, but I got so damn depressed at all the masked people in uniform I decided to just go get my stuff at the commissary and call it done.
Brasso brought back memories. I could identify that smell from a half click away.
They have a bulk item section now where promotional items show up. I don’t know when you were in the service SgtShapeShifter, but the commissary has come a long freaking way, baby. I thought about taking a photo or two but I really do not do that anymore. It makes me very sad to see all the masked faces through my lens. It is bad enough with my own eyes.
But, really, the prices are not necessarily better, but the variety of foods available from around the world are still quite amazing, considering.
I like a certain type of seasoning I use for canning chicken and rabbit in Mason jars which the commissary carries. I bought a dozen containers of the stuff, along with a dozen boxes of Sure-Jell, which hasn’t been available in grocery stores here for weeks. I don’t mind a bit runny jam, but I do prefer some additional pectin in my preserves and jelly.
So, the trip to Scott to go to the Commissary was a sightseeing trip with the very real purpose of getting some Sure-Jell and whatever else I decided to buy.
I decided $310.62 worth.
Had honor guard detail at Bloomfield Veterans Cemetery yesterday, Air Force flag folders from Scott AFB. They wore dress blues with black masks, I said we SEMO citizens don’t wear the dreaded mask as we know it’s bogus. Being polite enlisted, they accepted it as part of their uniform, must obey orders. Just watching the hypocrisy of the Washington establishment makes me wonder when the insurrection will begin. Everyone is just following orders.
All that thinking we had time to do in the “over there” led to the thinking NCO and Os leaving a void of actual leadership as they exited for less certain prospects but the prospect of more sanity as a civilian.
Go SEMO. That’s 4 of us on TBP so far.
There are a couple more from the “region” on here, but I’ll let them speak up if they choose.
I asked one young woman if it is as awful as it looks.
Her eyes widened a bit, but I couldn’t see her expression since she had a black mask on. She said “Oh, you get used to it.”
That’s even worse.
I have a couple uncles at Bloomfield. My father isn’t too far from there but he’s hidden in the hills.
I still have my 238 servings of powdered eggs from back when I thought Covid was a serious disease. The Spam is long gone, though.
Iska- You better hang on to those powdered eggs and get some more Spam son, the fun hasn’t even started yet. 🙂
I am going to survive on bark and grubs if I have to. It has to be healthier and less disgusting than that packaged “survival” food.
It is going to be a while before our own food pantry is stocked with things we make, but we will keep moving just as fast as we are able. I am hoping that things are not as imminent as some think, but things happen when it is time.
Maybe we will get into the 2 headed giant mutant oxen trader caravan business. Who knows.
the 2 headed giant mutant oxen trader caravan
I’ve played that one several times.
I’ve been prepping since Y2K. It took a long time to get here but……it’s here now. Funny part is I’m old and will be checking out soon anyway. So my plan is to get the wife to our kids’ place in rural Tennessee, clean my weapons, drink some Smirnoff, gear up, head out and take “A Walk in the Sun” until my time’s up. There’s some folks that got a reckoning coming their way. Always walked my own road. Always will.
“I am just going outside, and may be some time.”
– Captain Lawrence Oates, 1912
Truly a man’s man.
I have been playing post apocalyptical video games since at least Y2K. So that is almost the same thing I think.
You and me both.
It’s been a long wait, but I’m not ready for my walk in the sun.
It’s promising to be epic.
Sounds like a perfect plan, kiss the wife and kids goodbye and go hunting.
Out walking every morning, 7 miles from 230am till a bit after 5am. Bit of training and recon. Things are great here, but “here” is getting smaller. I train when I worry.
I tell my wife that if things go as I wish, I will bleed out surrounded by a pile of hot brass.
it scares me that we are even talking this way.
we all run out of time someday
Folks,whether in country or city(leave if you can)you can still prep at the moment and will be amazed at how quickly supplies with add up.
Start tonight or tomorrow,there are many here that will help info. wise any way we can,so………..,GET ON IT!
The Serbian prepper guy is good for city folk.
And the South American guy Ferfal. https://ferfal.blogspot.com/
Oops, not anon: ShaperShifter here
Wow…..
I’d just posted on “The Writing On The Wall”, when this one came into my mailbox……
I’m in the ‘Burbs, on a strong 1/4 acre. Little-Ish House, BIG Garden, plus a 16’X24′ greenhouse. Got 2-500-gallon rainwater collection tanks in my backyard too.
I’ve only been preppin’ seriously since about 2017, but I have several freezers full’o’goods, (along with Solar Panels to keep them cold), a very large amount of canned/dried goods, but most importantly, I’ve been running my Freeze Dryer as much as I possibly can for the last 5 years.
I’ve got enough room that we could squeeze all three of our kids families in our home, should it be necessary, along with enough food put up to last more than a year. And everyone from 6 on up knows their way around firearms.
When the last kid was a senior in ’05, we “Downsized” from a more affluent neighborhood to a smaller Ranch House in a more “lower-middle-class” neighborhood. While these neighbors are still more “Liberal” than I care for, (It’s in the Greater Seattle area after all), they’re still people who know how to do things, and aren’t the typical “Liberal Anti-Gun” nuts. Most of the people in my cul-de-sac are armed also…… Once the Roaming Bands of Hungry Kneegrows start looking for places to raid, these locales will be the last ones they go to, as they’d be some pretty hard knocks to take……
I’m reading this right now, it outlines the same things spoken of above. A hyperinflationary currency collapse. Along with a whole lot of other trouble like the Cascadian fault break, east coast tsunami, and a New Madrid earthquake. For those unaware, last time it went there were three 8 point earthquakes in six weeks. There are 15 nuclear reactors in that vicinity.
I’d have done everything above if I’d have had the means but I did a lot with what little I’ve had. It’s not enough but what’s a person to do.
The last time the New Madrid fault went off it rang church bells in Boston. Iiving in the Midwest there would be little left as the area is under laid with lime stone and sand and loam on top. Due to the process known as liquifaction the whole area will become unstable for some time. Not a nice scenario.
I’ve often wondered if a real New Madrid quake would spell doom for the entire power grid as well. Think about it, 100s of mile North to South of high tension power lines severed at roughly the same time. Overloads would potentially occur all over the place. Burn out enough transformers and it’s game over.
Most systems have circuit breakers that can drop load before much damage is done. The utility industry has been prepping for cyber attacks and emp’s for the last 20 years.
From what I’ve heard (and from what I’ve seen in Cali) the utility industry has been kicking the can down the road for the last 20 years. I have not heard of any upgrades, let alone regular maintenance, let alone hardening for EMP.
Also, those breakers often don’t drop load, but try to shift it, causing a cascading overload.
Also, if you have any electronics in your appliances, get a surge protector on them, or they will be toast before you can switch to solar or generator.
I don’t foresee a SHTF sudden movement. What I am figuring is a gradual descent into lawlessness and general chaos, although somewhat faster than Venezuela. There is still never enough time to handle every detail, but I don’t expect to go full WOLVERINES! when the breakdown occurs. If it DOES happen that way, we are prepared. And far enough away from Dallas that we won’t see roiling masses headed our way. Probably not even any stragglers.
Stay aware and be prepared
2A
I don’t see a sudden shtf moment either. The currency is essentially worthless already – a dead man walking – but few people realize that yet. For hyperinflation to really get rolling, people have to understand what it is and what it means and yes it is really happening. So we may make past Christmas before shit goes off the rails. To distract from that we could have Marburg 22.
Just don’t forget that an airborne SARS phased array will pick up your spinning wind turbine from 70 clicks out, re-task an AI directed hunter-killer drone for a closer look, fry your delicate retinas with a snap of its infrared targeting laser, and log your grid for later processing by foreign contractors. All automated, twenty four-seven good buddy, year after year.
Keep your eyes protected with at least a cap’s bill, A9. And good luck everybody.
Does Spaghetti-O’s count as prepper food? Just asking for a friend….
Stocking up on rice and dried beans will be of no use without gas/electricity. Quick Oats are good because they can be made simply by adding water and letting them sit for a few hours. Add dried fruit to them and some brown sugar to make them more palatable.
There is always wood and solar ovens are easy. Prepping is not just about stocking up, it is also about learning how to do things.
I was thinking about the poor schmucks stuck in the big cities hunkering down and trying to not be noticed.
Use the dry beans to make bean sprouts.
My mother was born in 1920, and was 9 years old when the Great Depression hit. Although my mother was one of 5 children, and her father was a bus driver, she rarely mentioned the Depression, and it didn’t seem to affect overmuch. In fact, she never mentioned it much, unlike a lot of people in her generation. In thinking about it, I believe it was not as bad for her because she had parents who were raised in Ireland, and grew up on farms. And even though they lived in a city, my grandmother always had a vegetable garden, and raised chickens. (She continued these practices until at least the 1950’s.) At one point in 1934, they had 34 chickens in the backyard! That’s a lot of chicken dinners and egg omelets.
While they surely experienced stress because of the economy, and threats of lay-offs, I have to believe they were less stressed knowing that whatever happened, they would at least be able to eat. Having the knowledge and skills to feed yourself gives a person a lot of peace of mind, as opposed to someone who knows that when the check stops coming, so does the food. I wish I had some of these skills. The only chickens I have seen came wrapped in plastic. But I do what I can, loading up on canned food, and essential supplies. At least its a start.
The Depression wasn’t crap compared to what the Union Army did tearing peoples homes and barns down, stealing all their animals and every scrap of food to leave them to starve. Then the Yankees gave them Reconstruction which is just Affirmative Discrimination. The Depression was a piece of cake after all that.
I’ve been feeling like its getting late in the game. The duct tape and bailing wire that’s been holding financial markets together since 2008 are straining on a lot of fronts, politics are both a) irreparably broken and b) ubiquitous. Culture is weak. People are still polite, for the most part, at least in my neck of the wape, but it is perhaps strained and certainly being fed by the assumption of peace and ease for eternity. Confidence in society can erode just as quickly as confidence in financial markets, can it not?
Fairly well prepped, at least in some ways. Couple of freezers full of meat. Pantry that could last a while in a pinch. Suburbs, mostly upper-middle class. Can’t grow much, not sure if its us, the climate or something else. But we do have a bit of raised bed space and quite a few pots. Seen some actual, honest to God ammo on the shelves around here lately, so I’ve been stocking up. Dirt cheap (relatively anyway) 9 mm and 308. Still quantity limits, but I picked up 1000 of the former and 60 of the latter in just a couple of days of looking. Got plenty of 12 gauge (all types) and .22 LR.
Focused mostly on financial prep. The idea I have is too stock up on damn near anything–beat the rush of dumping fiat for anything tangible–for barter. Also, I have made a couple of contacts with local ranchers. Come hyperinflation, I imagine I can get to the top of the list offering some phys for a side of beef. Good as any idea I have, anyhow.
We’ll see what happens and I damn-near guarantee that it won’t resemble anything we’ve imagined. Predicting stuff is hard, especially about the future. Flexibility, guts and just damn endurance will be the name of the game. Not sure where I really stand on those things, honestly. I don’t think any fo us really do, unless you’ve spend some time in actual hell-on-earth (some people have to be sure). Personally, I’ve never been tested to my limits–I have no idea where they are. I am easily exhausted, emotionally, I know. But I have zero idea what I may be capable of if ever truly motivated. I’ve accomplished a fair amount being a master slacker for the past 30 years.
One last point…Clif High may be a total nutjob for all I know, or he may indeed be plugged into something most of us can’t see or ever begin to imagine. I tend to believe the former. But, in any case, I think he is right in the idea that the Universe seeks balance. Things seem catastrophically out of balance at the moment. Maybe a reversion to the meme is inevitable…not to be confused with imminent.
As always: enjoy the moment, smell the roses and keep your powder dry. If you can, stare in Stupid Wonder at everything around you.
Or as Rumi put it: Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Cheers.
The biggest problem with prepping is the feeling that you are still never prepare enough. Going on a decade of prepping and I still sit here with a mile long list of things I still could be doing. Then I think that one is never truly 100% prepared, so I just do what I can and make everyday count. I have since prioritized things and that is the sound advice I tell other preppers.
I started prepping in the ’70’s, still at it today. I eventually realized that luck will play a part, and I can’t help that. Good prepping tends to make your luck better though.
Prepping is not a destination, it is a state of mind. If you ever get comfortable, you are in the wrong state of mind.
Anyone that saw Metro NOLA go down after Katrina or NYC Metro after Sandy has a pretty good road map on how it will play out.
Under this Mad Max scenario there won’t be any gasoline, electricity, water, sewage. Good luck with that. I am not worried because about 25% of the population took the Covid kill shot and will be gone. Most of them are the Blue city type.
It’s about 75% of useless idiots will die in 2 years of blood clots, infections, etc. The army won’t fight in cities because they have learned that’s stupid suicide; the slickers are on their own. PS: Slickers are too busy using drugs & hookers to read stuff like this or prepare; they are doomed.