What if it never gets worse in a way that matters?
I know everyone loves talking about the collapse, the final, blessed imposition of reality upon an insane, unhinged, and uncoupled world. The day when if and then are once again conjoined, when nature shakes off her comfort from below and imposes the older, harsher codes of life? The The “day of the rope” is fun and all, but in many ways it’s the day of sanity. Of cause. The day of effect. What if that day doesn’t come, though? By all rights and logical indicators this lich economy should have given way to nature many times over. It hasn’t before, - and what if it won’t?
Sometimes I look at the “prepared” guys I know IRL and I can’t help but wonder if they’ve missed some of the most important aspects of preparation. Are they a good dad? Or are they a disinterested, family work unit that passively provided the motive force to provide yet more mass-produced system-indoctrinated children for the machine? It doesn’t matter if you have 100,000 rounds in your subterranean dwarf fortress if your grandsons don’t care about it.
All the freeze-dried food in the world won’t save your line when it’s left on the curb as the ungrateful scavengers bearing your name parse your horde for things of interest to the gay urbanite. Hell, you could have 250,000 rounds of belted 8mm and 16 brand-new MG34s in your vault for the end of the world - what good will it do your progeny when it’s handed in to the feds for a cocky do-gooder tweet and a prepaid visa card by your great grandchildren?
@WashedOutGundamPilot @Nordy2 Can't forget a good set of hand tools and common replacement parts.