Doom and Gloom

I love listening to all these people who grow their own food and stockpile heaps of necessities in order to be prepared when (insert favorite conspiracy theory here.)

‘I’ll be ready,’ they say. I ask, ‘what if someone comes to take it?’ ‘I have guns’, they say. Really? That’s great. Let’s look at this for a moment. You’re assuming that random strangers are going to be beating down your door in order to steal your stuff.

Hmmmm. No, random strangers don’t know where you live. Who does? Your parents. Siblings. Siblings’ children and spouses. Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, second cousins ten times removed, because haven’t you been faithfully attending family reunions all these years, where you bragged about how prepared you were?

Friends you’ve known from the second grade, and all of their families. Each and every one is someone you care about, on your doorstep, desperate, begging for help. Hundreds of them. What are you going to do? Pick and chose? Shoot them all and fend for yourself?

I ask you, are you really prepared?*








*because it's my blog and I can be a screaming bitch if I feel like it, ok? Which has nothing to with precancerous growth, week long power outages, and a house afire, I swear.