I have this foreboding sense...i just can't shake it,it's been with me for awhile now.Gut feeling,sixth sense,call it what ya will...i can't explain it,although many who may read this has them too,the level of intensity may vary a great deal.From a slight tingle,when 'somethin' is out of place,to a huge adrenaline dump,for what may,or may not,be an obvious dilemma.
The best i figure,to 'survive',me and mine would need twice as much as i have 'stashed'...
The worst i figure,to 'survive',me and mine would need half of what i have 'stashed'...
Obviously,some toys are durable items,not really included in the math,but,lots of my durable goods have been 'doubled'...as back ups...good axe,an couple smaller 'camp axes' etc...but this time(there's always a 'but' monkey eh ?) the sense/feeling/vision, i get is one of massive food shortages to get the ball rollin'...falseflag/'terrorist' attack/natural disaster of yer choice,and 'It' starts Now...should i feel 'something' ?...mad ? sad ? glad ?...i don't...i don't feel anything,other then the sense 'its' coming...kinda kidlike,expecting Chistmas/Birthday/Vacation,that sorta thing,without the elation of course...do i want it to happen sooner/later/never ?...at this point i'm indifferent,however my responsibilities dictate taking care of others,whom for whatever reason, would not 'survive' by themselves(although they're gettin' meaner...lol...they could surprise me)
They gotta eat,we all gotta eat...we all gotta stay warm and 'dry'...the longer it takes,the better prepped i'll be,that goes without saying...but...(there's that but again) what if we wake up tomorrow,and the shit has started to fly ???
Fluid plans,always in motion,changing as i type these words,not drastic changes mind you,just 'liquid' at top...got a good base plan,for better/worse...might make it...might not...won't be for lack of trying...nope,the real question is will these .gov assholes 'allow' us to 'make it' ?...
I got the feelin' right now...almost adrenaline,almost elation,something telling me to 'saddle up'...God forbid the dogs go crazy...they let me know when sumthin' is outside,i know the barks...they're quiet right now,almost too quiet...might be a good time to 'sweep' the yard,i could expend some energy,and try to sleep...Nahhh...then i'd hafta 'wipedown' the longarm,we all know how long that 'few minutes' last,cant clean just one ya know...others get jealous...lol
Dammit i cant shake it,gonna cut this post in half for now,get 'the twins' and go for a little walk in the yard...(maybe i'll remeber where i was going with our Title...)
No such thing as Death Panels?
1 hour ago