Wednesday, June 6, 2012

apocalypse RV-part 3

Okay, a quick update on the fiction writing process.  I think I’m about done with the exclusive background information.  I’ll of course always fall back into mental meandering, barroom philosophizing, background information filler, ranting and dismal drivel, but it’s about time I go into the nuts and bolts of the story beginning next week.  I’d start getting repetitious otherwise ( if you think I’ve already gotten there, a mere twelve thousand words later, a laughably puny  fifteen percent the length of a normal sized novel, you don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into coming here to read ).  The first two weeks I only got three thousand words posted each time.  The first week I had started a non-fiction article that took up several days, the second week I had two half days at work and bad weather at home so I didn’t write enough in total.  This last week should be more indicative of posts to come, five to six thousand words.   Hope you are enjoying, or at least being fooled into coming back for more abuse each week.
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APOCALYPSE RV- PART 3
The derivatives implosion, a malady best described as the modern day computer assisted new version of the 1920’s Buying On Margin, but with a difference in that back in the day it had to be simple enough for the shoeshine boy to understand and execute whereas today having an advanced mathematics degree was almost required, was of course not The End Of the World As We Know It.   It was a consequence and not a cause.   Any schmuck can cause different kinds of financial crisis, but it takes a systematic collapse for the money men to help create a living hell on earth as they obliviously make money hand over fist as their activities help the implosion move along at warp speed.  I was looking at the derivatives as the canary in the coal mine, because we had already started our civilization collapse several generations ago when Peak Oil in the US, that moment when the maximum amount of oil has been pumped and it is all down hill from there and in 2005 the rest of the world followed our lead.  Setting aside the issue of growth fueling economies ( which you can bet the last dollar in your pocket we’ll return to in a moment ) when you reach the point where the ingredients to feed the globe start to decline or even stop growing in a world full of population growth, it is all over.  Period.  Stick a motherhumping fork in it Charlie because that goose is cooked but good.  Everything else after that is just noise over details and timing.  It really is just as simple as that, but even putting it that plainly to folks, they want to argue with you.  I know, I’ve been running a Peak Oil site on the Internet for the extra income I’ve needed to prep for Armageddon,  and I’m here tell you that the smartest people you’ll ever meet will die where they stand, a cannibals salvaged rebar spear stuck through their head in the middle of rubble and piles of corpses as they argue with you to the last breath why our time is different and the end can never come and how we can continue to draw down nonrenewable resources forever.
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I was just like you, a spouse as worthless as teats on a bull, unable or unwilling to comprehend danger and brainwashed by Satan’s spawn from the seventies women’s rights activists that  bitches were the exact same as men and they could lift two hundred pounds and that the concept of big strong men protecting wee bittey  little females was just an unfortunate result of the male dominated society and they didn’t need no stinking male around and they could provide for themselves.  So if I even tried to play the “preps to protect us” card I’d get an hour lecture on how I was trying to subjugate her by trying to regress a hundred years to before women got the vote and place her in chains in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.  I’m not sure where THAT came from, as it was nothing more than an extended larder concept practiced by our pioneer farmers, man and woman alike, and all the guns were was protection some folks needed now, let alone in the future with even less police around if any, but I’m guessing that if you embraced the concept that the government could fail it followed that your empowerment and rights as a minority was then liable to vanish ( I even tried to argue that females have traditionally in most cultures been the dominant ones, albeit with a hidden and subdued power, but that just led to the whole fight on how she was not a whore and we shouldn’t ever have sex unless she felt like it which was only possible if I waited six months the whole time romancing and wining and dining her, so you can imagine how well that worked for me ).  So, a potentially long story short, with no official sanction from the dominant budget partner, I had to work a second job for “my” money.   It started out as yet another Y2K scare site, not that I was trying to profiteer as much as I was genuinely frightened and wanted to amass and share information and it fortunately by accident got profitable, and later it morphed into a Peak Oil site after a time.  Now, yes, charges were levied by readers that I was just another quick buck artist trying to scare folks and their money apart, but I reject these charges.  The humps that plaster their sites with ads for all manner of overpriced unneeded crap, not caring if the product has merit, one of those I’ll never be.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.  You watch a free sitcom on TV, you don’t hold the producer responsible for the quality of the car that a commercial hawks.  And I don’t do that with the owner of a survival site.  He has to make a buck, and he should.  Writers have traditionally been a very underpaid and overexploited profession through civilized society, and it is nice to see the playing field leveled with the Internet.  Oh, there are black and white as well as grey areas.  Some are just editors and use mostly worthless content to carry advertising.  But all in all, I like this current Internet model a lot better than the old New York City dominated big publishers picking one book out of ten thousand.  At least now writers have a chance at profit.  But me, personally, I’ve always tried to avoid the sweet temptation of easy advertising profits.  Give em as much, and more, free writing as they can swallow and hope a few cough up a buck or three just to get you to shut up.  So I wasn’t taking advantage of anybody.  If they perceived value, they paid.  If not, they didn’t.  So I cashed my checks guilt free.
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They weren’t large checks, some months consisting of fifty bucks or less, some months double that.  I made due, because no matter what your income if the spouse won’t support your efforts you are literally only allowed pocket change to prep with.  And at first I didn’t need much.  Remember the sweet days during the last century when oil was still never much over $30 and everything was dirt cheap?  Wheat was five or seven bucks a bag, with an ounce of silver or a box of rifle ammo about the same?  Boy, those were the days.  I felt sorry for any schmuck late to the party that had to cough up full price anytime after about 2007, 2008.  Solar panels might have declined in price, what with the Chinese getting involved in the monocrystalline panels ( their flat film panels were pretty much crap fifty percent of the time, I couldn’t say what the new ones would do although just the weight savings and potential lifespan increases made the bet worthwhile ), and I hope for the sake of over a billion of the bastards that their domestic demand was high enough to keep each peasant farmstead in electricity after they had their Lights Out, but the prices of everything else has doubled if we were lucky to quadrupled as the norm.  I know a lot of it was inflation, but a lot was also the cost of oil going up with a big side helping of commodities scarcity becoming everyday normal.  And that’s the thing, isn’t it?  You can’t expect to weather those kind of price increases ( assuming you weren’t part of the growing unemployed ) in a vacuum.  Everything affects everything else.  Oil flattening out supply wise ( and I’d guess actual decline if you subtract the addition of unconventional fluids such as ethanol and tar sands ) along with commodities declining ( only lower grade coal and metal ores, corn used as fuel, depleting aquifers and degraded soil ) and then as a result of that economic growth dying which leads to depression which leads to less money for alternate energy or even exploration and investment in lower grade oil ( less BTU’s delivered after acquisition energy cost ) and to top off that shit sundae with a maraschino cherry you have the bankers fucking over everybody else to keep their profits gushing in.  Which is where the derivatives come in.  They weren’t going to cause a collapse, they were just going to push the whole global collapse from first gear to overdrive. 
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To the old saying, going to hell in a handbasket on a rocketship, add- with more boosters added everyday with duct tape, baling wire and zip ties.  When we start replaying 2008, this time it wasn’t going to be something the government could print its way out of.  Oh, the number of zeros you can add to a piece of currency is nearly indefinite, but when you have the level of interdependency we now have, the bulk of unproductive people eating off a few percent of the population being farmers who couldn’t produce ten percent of the crop without petroleum inputs, and all that food must be shipped long distances, hyperinflation takes on a new meaning.  Widespread systemic collapse when all that complexity the system has isn’t lubricated with a functioning economy.  You can’t use a semi-functioning economy, that doesn’t work.  There are too many interdependent parts and if one doesn’t work it effects many different parts of the system.  If the electric company worker can’t cash his paycheck he doesn’t come in and then the grid might not remain up and running which shuts down the diesel fuel pumps which move the food to the cities and the fertilizer to the farms and the urban masses, a mere 24 hours away from zero food, riot which can’t be contained by cops with no patrol cars and start fires that can’t be put out when no water pressure remains and no retailer would sell anything even if there was electricity because the debit card system computers are shut down.  Now multiply that problem from millions of interconnected jobs, all relying on petroleum, electricity and a FULLY functioning banking system.  Again, don’t get me wrong.  The derivatives are the bow on top of the wrapped gift box.  They top everything already wrong off the wrong way.  We already had overpopulation, declining energy, increasing soil lose, dropping water tables.  The stage was already set for collapse.  Increasing population added to depleting food equals a marriage made in hell.  And it wasn’t even like this was a surprise.  World grain stockpiles had been declining for nearly ten years, a half a decade prior to the 2005 oil production peak.  Some years we grew less than we used, adding from the dwindling stockpiles.   In 2010 ( I think it was ) we saw droughts in Russia and floods in Pakistan, and during that year of the best global grain production in some time we still had malnutrition in formally decently fed areas ( Russia didn’t starve, but its halt on exports led to middle east countries to experience a taste ).   The Arab Spring wasn’t about overturning dictators after fifty years of excessive rule.  It was about the populations unable to afford food after it doubled and tripled in price.  Not starvation, but certainly a calorie deficit.   You only take up arms when your family is hungry.  Not just because food costs more but because you then couldn’t buy enough of it.  During the Cold War, only the non essential countries had famines.  Now everyone was getting a taste.  Oil producing country, with oil at $100 a barrel, and they were going hungry?  That my fine feathered friend is a sure sign of collapse.
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Now I was sure that as soon as the big banks started collapsing, we were next in line for Failed State De Jour.   I’m of the mind that the central bank, after a hundred years of perfecting their game, pretty much ran the show.  Not conspiracy level run the show, where the strings are pulled from the Presidency on down to the beat cop, but the simple control that comes from controlling every action because everything is tied into the money system.  In that case, all that is necessary is that you pull the macro levers.  Micro control isn’t needed or even possible.  You create money, and everything is tied to the money system, and you can control whole countries.  Now, the natural question you are going to ask is, if the central bank controls everything, why would they allow the collapse to happen?  They would be killing the goose that lays the golden egg.  To that, just keep in mind two things.  The scorpion and the frog, and peak oil.  The scorpion wanted to cross the river but of course could not swim.  So he asked the frog for a ride.  The frog declined, knowing he would be stung.  The scorpion replied, why would I do that?  Then we’d both die.  So the frog relented, they started across, and the scorpion bite him.  As they were both starting to drown, the frog asked why the scorpion had doomed them both.  I can’t help it, the scorpion replied, it’s what I do.  As for peak oil, just recall the declining food and the increasing population.  Paper currency or credit can facilitate food production, but it can’t replace it.  Well, okay, let me add a third thing.  The perpetual growth myth and the fact that most folks are dumber than dirt.  For five hundred years, western civilizations have been in a constant state of growth ( the controlling region might vary, with the losers declining and the winner growing, but as a whole this rule played out ).  First the wealth came from colonization, then from coal, and then from oil.  To the average westerner, growth, having lasted so many generations, is as natural as gravity.  And folks that seem smart, like Princeton or Harvard leaders running our economy or ship of state, they are just as dumb.  They are highly skilled in one aspect, but then so totally ignorant of life and reality in everything else on balance they are too stupid to find  their ass to stick their thumb up even if they used a funnel. 
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Let’s take the focus of our derision, JP Morgan bank, generally recognized as the hand in the puppet of the Federal Reserve Bank, the central bank of the US ( that’s ignoring the whole “foreigners like the Rothchild’s run the worlds banks” possibility.  While possible, for our interests here it is largely irrelevant.   You pull the strings, or someone else pulls your strings while you pull another’s, all the same difference to the victims ).   They were probably the cunts that bought off enough CongressCritters to jam the legislature establishing the central bank up our asses in 1913.  And now they are the same pukes who will be responsible for the economic collapse with their slew of bad derivatives go bad.  I read a funny description on the Internet, damned if I know by who but he’s a damn genius,  that the economy is simply: the sovereign debt of the globe of $70 trillion used as backing for $700 trillion worth of derivatives.  Is that awesome, or what?  It sums it up oh so nicely.  The banks are goosing an economy along, an economy running on declining energy, by continuing to play the derivatives gamble.  Even years after the derivatives almost sank us in 2008.  It is simply more of the hair of the dog to combat the hangover of a debt party that can no longer deliver anymore beer out of that keg.  Before, derivatives were based on potential housing wealth.  Now, they are based on nothing except government IOU’s, and there are oh so many more of them than five years ago.  Oh, we are double hump fucked, and nobody thinks it is a problem.  Derivatives imploding, currency being devalued, no big deal in and of themselves.  But when the perpetual growth machine has ended with the growth of oil, and the oil is what feeds us, and when only oil and big centralized agriculture can feed us, but big oil and big ag rely on the functioning banking system, why then you have a perfect storm brewing when one body slam after another are going to take out your fantasy of stable government, stable food supply, stable law and order and everything you’ve taken for granted your whole life.  And guess what?  Nobody, and I mean nobody, sees the looming cliff their train is headed over.  It is obvious as hell, but nobody wants to deal with that reality.  They devoted countless hours to schooling, to learn a trade relying on growth and oil, invested ( I would say “invested”, as in what a crock of shit to call that investing, but I’m going from the point of view of the participants ) in a vehicle to take them to work, invested in a spouse by investing in a home, which was really just a debt for the life of their career, which was near good schools so they could invest in their children’s future.  Again, nothing wrong with that, they had no idea they were being dry ass humped by the central bank.  The currency that paid for their labor was losing on average 3% a year.  Now add the 5% to 20% they were paying in interest for loans on everything.  Over a lifetime, it mostly came to naught.  They were paying for the privilege of working and staying in debt bondage.  JP Morgan had the sweetest deal imaginable, far exceeding the wealth and privilege of mere mortal kings.  And that was not all.  As bad as they were getting raped, they couldn’t see it as a violation.  They had their trinkets, and they couldn’t be happier.  Well, they might be miserable, but if so they certainly didn’t know why. 
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And, by being emotionally attached to their delusion, they had no idea of the storm brewing right above them.  If you put your entire life’s effort into learning a trade, you won’t admit it was a fools choice and soon your knowledge will be irrelevant.  If you’ve been paying fifty percent of your wages to buy a decent looking home ( the home is built with substandard material, in a ill thought out location, too far from work if gasoline ever gets over $2 a gallon, a death trap if the grid ever goes down, and even if you admit any of this which is unlikely you still must accept the judgment of the wife who views through a prism of how others see it.  To most women, presentation is everything.  Their security, and hence the security of their children hinges on their looks, the only commodity they have, historically if not presently, to trade for that security.  You might think that sounds sexist, but then I don’t delude myself thinking I am an attraction to females because of my wonderful looking hair, the size of my penis or my roughish humor.  My attraction is my ability to earn, provide and protect.  And at the same token, a female interests me primarily for sex.  Sorry, reality sucks and is not taught in college ) you certainly won’t admit that in a few short years that home will trap you as the lights go out, the ghetto dwellers move in to kill you or that there won’t be any job left you can keep to pay the mortgage.  I don’t blame folks for their delusions, we all have them.  I’m not even all that smarter than they are but am also a product of my ancestors suffering.  Descending from Scottish lines, the hard won knowledge almost seemingly hard wired into my genes is that the southern fucks, those English twats, will be moving armies up to starve us out so their nobility can gain far more profit from grazing sheep than they can from having us as sharecroppers.  You don’t pour your wealth into land or shelter, because it will just be taken from you by force.  And you always, ALWAYS, expect to be fucked by those in power.  Overcome, adapt, improvise.  So, obviously, I started out suitably paranoid.  It wasn’t because I was smart, but just lucky to be born into a line of martyrs.  So, okay, what was self evident to me was not to most.  I don’t blame them for being oblivious.  They are after all just another species of scorpions.  They are destined to stay true to their nature. 
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Which can’t stop you from trying.  You must act as if it is your calling to save the world.  Not because 99% will listen, but because somewhere out there is the 1% that have lost their way and just need reminding.  They have had their once noble bloodlines deluded with inferior stock and the hard leant lessons from their ancestors has been forgotten.  Not inferior as far as skin color, but inferior as far as tribe.  Just as nature diversifies to ensure survival from its own actions, humans also diversify to ensure the species survives no matter what it does to harm itself.  Humans, having brains not necessarily superior to some animals ( setting aside Japanese radiation, you’ve got to admit that dolphins are pretty damn smart.  They refused to be lured onto land, where the only one above them on the food chain, humans, resided.  Instead, they frolic and carry on in a relatively safe and benign environment, still residing in a garden of Eden ) but wired differently, use culture to boost their brain power, overcome its shortcomings and enhancing its abilities.  And all tribes have different cultures.  And being different, being diversified, ensures no matter what, we survive as a species.  there are cultures that enhance its members through times of prosperity and cultures that help its members through times of trouble.  The majority of America’s population is the offspring of the last successful tribe, those that embraced and welcomed growth brought about by resource extraction.  Those that moved to the cities for better industrial jobs, those that sided with the centralizing forces of government ( in the War Of Northern Aggression,  obviously the agrarian tribes were largely decimated.  Those who survived the military defense went home to burned down farms with fresh graves containing former wives felled by malnutrition fostered by Union scorched earth policy.  The farm tribes were involved in a genocide.  You can call the “Civil War” a war about slavery, but then you are just lazy.  You can call it a war fought for northern industrialists financial gain, but then you are imprisoned by a purely economic view that ignores resources.  You can call it a war between states rights and federal government expansion, but are then trapped in a purely political viewpoint.  At heart, it was a war between cultures, and the self sufficient farmer culture was decimated.  It isn’t allowed to spread, to this day.  Property tax isn’t just about greed and taxes.  It is about cultural genocide.  The centralized urban industrialists salted all the freeholders fields so they can’t be replanted ), those who hitched onto the coattails of historic destiny thrived and procreated.  Their descendants grew like weeds.  And the whole place is packed with them.  They won’t survive the upheaval when the fuel runs out.  Their tribe isn’t able to survive in another kind of culture.  Just as the scorpion can’t help but drown himself, these people can’t help but perpetuate the habits that will kill them.  Those habits made them rich, or if not rich in most cases at least comfortable.  Comfortable enough to create offspring who perpetuated the cycle.  Now, those tribes, vastly reduced in numbers because their culture couldn’t embrace the changes from 150 years ago, or in most cases, were causalities of that conflict of tribes, those descendents have the culture to survive AFTER the present tribe/culture wipes themselves out.  A fair number will again be casualties, but enough will survive to form the nucleus of the new powers.  Yes, at this time it is quaint and counterproductive to embrace individualism, self reliance, distrust of government.  In the future, if you survive, they will be the new culture.  And just as in times past when that culture barely survived, and by distasteful means such as serving as cannon fodder for the conquering army, today they might be forced to survive by once again eating humble pie and suckling at the welfare teet of the conquering government.  But in the end, because you are the descendents of those that survived the cultural war but never forgot their own culture, you can also survive where others can’t.  Oh, the survival rate will be dismal.  When the ant nest is kicked over, most perish.  But enough mating pairs survive to be the new post crash civilization.  Preparing to survive is no means a guarantee.  But it does give those with the proper mental outlook the tools to accomplish the task insofar as it is possible at all.  No, preaching to the majority is a waste of time.  You only do it to help those few of your vanquished tribe that are listening for the edge, the reminder, they need.  You can prep for Armageddon all you want, but if you are soft, if you refuse to see the threat of your masters, if you stay in his cities as chattel wearing the leash of a corporate paycheck, you will die like the rest.  Culture and tribe are survival tools more important than all others.  An AR-15 and a can of freeze dried pseudo-meat don’t make you part of another tribe.  Chained to money and comfort, you are still part of the conquerors, and their days are over and they don’t even realize it.  Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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Central banks have been an essential part of the growth economy from almost the very beginning.  There has almost always been banking, but the huge monsters that where needed for the huge nation state to prosper and thrive are fairly recent.  In effect they are just the last incarnation in centralization that was needed to support the most advanced civilizations ever.  You can have advanced civilizations without them, just based on plunder such as the Romans, but they are necessary past a certain level of complexity.  Complexity is both required to grow but it is also the reason collapse is inevitable.  Complexity fuels growth, but then strangles decentralization. The simplest example of this is the Mayan collapse.  Past a certain population growth, the Mayans had to go from a village based water retention and storage system to much bigger structures serving large cities.  And those larger systems needed slaves or conscripted labor.  But once the crops started failing due to long freakish weather patterns, you couldn’t feed enough people to keep the labor force needed to keep the water flowing ( or, for that matter, dig deeper ).  You couldn’t go back to a village system because there isn’t the infrastructure to support the city populations decentralizing.  Packing folks into the city requires less infrastructure per person, labor/energy wise, and so in a declining energy situation ( in this case less calories ) you can’t suddenly change direction and switch to a more energy intensive infrastructure.  Today, our cities are jam packed and agriculture areas thousands of miles away, but you can’t suddenly go back fifty years to a small city surrounded by farms, feeding the cities locally.  We have destroyed the infrastructure that did that.  And we can’t switch unless our centralized farms continue to produce and transport the entire time the transition takes place.  In our declining energy situation that seems rather unlikely.  If in doubt, try turning property over to organic farming without the zoning restrictions and property taxes that not even wage earners can afford ( let alone farmers ), not to even mention the debt required to buy land priced for suburban McMansions.  We have centralized and all institutions, just to survive, can’t decentralize.  Which is where the banks are.  They were needed for the last few hundred years, if for no other reason of national survival through debt acquired military defense, but as we’ve centralized to get more efficiency we’ve trapped ourselves in a situation where the central banks have become essential in every facet of our survival.  Even if the bankers aren’t evil as I stipulate, just the simple fact of national growth ( a minimum of which is required just to avoid being defeated by your enemies ) would explain the continuing centralization.  We are already at a place where centralization of economic control, mated with centralized government added to depleting resources with a dash of infrastructure maintenance avoidance out of necessity are the harbingers of our doom.  The city water system is drying up.  Collapse is assured.
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The best a survivalist can hope for is he dies before the collapse ( the best a non-survivalist can hope for is a quicker death come the time ).  But I didn’t think it was all that far away.  JP Morgan, the fuck that started this whole mess a hundred years ago and profited handsomely, was in serious trouble the spring of 2012.  Forget the Mayan Calendar Collapse Theory, Morgan might just push us over the cliff before December.  The banking system started out manipulating the money supply and making stupid loans backed by taxpayers.  It worked like magic back in World War One when the newly created central bank, concerned that WarBucks Junior was ONLY going to inherit a few hundred million dollars and so feeling very poor and mistreated decided they needed a lot more profit, lent a bunch of money to Britain and France.  Once it was seen that the Germans might win that conflict, or at least sue for peace, the banks had the President change his mind and send troops over to Europe.  300,000 poor Americans died so the banks would not lose their money.  Or their obscene profits. That worked so well the bankers cashed out by bankrupting Wall Street, then put their blueblood east coast aristocrat butt boy FDR in power so he could devalue the dollar, take us off gold, turn us socialist for lots more government spending, then drag us into a war to get the factories working full time again.  They then made sure the Soviets had the nuclear bomb so the Cold War made sure the war machine never turned off.  Fast forward past a few more atrocities and arrive to today where there was little need for war production ( there was no resources for it either, but the bankers owned the Saudis and they had turned military research into computers into a economic system ) as the whole economy was paper pushing wealth creation from the bankers.  Based on nothing, nor backed by anything but the past accomplishments of our Oil Empire.  But where a hundred years ago there was the globes lion share of resources to extract to back wealth, today there was little.  Yet the bankers still were playing the same game as if nothing had changed.  Money created out of nothing, bad loans backed by taxpayers. Their manipulations of the economy almost blew up in their faces five years ago, but they papered over the crisis by tripling their government’s debt load.  And I was thinking THAT also just blew up in their face.  Out of the blue, JP Morgan announces a few bad loans cost them $2 billion.  The next few days it was admitted that even though they were bankers and supposedly could add and subtract, it was all a mistake and the amount was thought to be $3 billion.  Others in the know seemed to think it wasn’t outrageous to assume ten times that amount, if not much more.  The banks and their whores in government were known infamously for bold faced lies, so this wasn’t impossible to believe.  So I was wondering if this wasn’t the start of the string for the whole ball of yarn, starting to unwind.  I couldn’t prove anything, but I had to make a decision one way or another.  Keep wishing and hoping and bury my head in the sand?  Or assume it was finally The End after five years of wishing and hoping and burying my head in the sand? I wasn’t just randomly panicking, on many separate occasions the last few years it really seemed that it was Game Over, only to have calm restored by another few trillion in debt.  Obviously it couldn’t go on forever so it was time to decide.
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Shit or get off the pot.  Remember that movie back in the 50’s, or perhaps it was the sixties, it had Frankie Avalon, “Panic In Year Zero”?  It might not have been the first movie to do so ( but it was the first I’m aware of ), the atomic war started and the characters went around desperately trying to procure supplies.  I think that set the tone for most fiction of Armageddon.  Come the collapse, go cash in all your suddenly worthless treasures to buy food and ammo, or if you have to just go steal them.  Okay, the stealing part, no problem there.  The near future was going to be all about trying to steal the little that was left so a few could survive.  I was obviously planning that myself.  But to think you could be the first to cash in paper currency, jewels, art work or whatnot, and the retailers would give you soon to be priceless supplies was ludicrous.  Why would you think that a shop owner, or for that matter 99% of the population, was much stupider that you were?  The odds/probabilities were against it.  If you were going to do any last minute stockpiling, you truly needed to do it before anyone else thought the collapse was upon them.  As far as stealing, you needed to also do that far in advance, or far into the future.  In advance was obvious.  No competition, and all the supplies were yours for the picking.  Then, hunker down and wait a bit after the collapse started.  Stay out of the way and most ammunition will be fired at others.  Then, forces and supplies intact, refreshed, you start going after the survivors.  They would be weakened by hunger, low on ammunition and probably far understrength from their fight over the laughably inadequate supplies to begin with.  Since I had no desire to stand in the street exchanging semi-auto gunfire with other survivors like it was damn High Noon, stealing others food like a badger and running away like a weasel hiding in hibernation like a bear was a far preferable strategy.  Alas, nothing in life is free and for every advantage there was a price to pay.  If I couldn’t pull a pair of testicles out of their body cavity nestling area and pull this off I’d be left facing the collapse alone with plenty of supplies but no support.  And it wasn’t even all that much about the need for an RV.  I could in theory do without it.  But this was also a test.  If I couldn’t take on a couple of old fuckers, avoid tipping my hand to the authorities, steal and hide an RV, I certainly wasn’t going to be able to survive the collapse of western civilization.  People played for keeps in those games.  Here, I could go to jail and get sodomized.  There, I could literally end up slow tortured then slow boiled in a cannibal’s stewpot. Anyone could talk themselves into doing nothing and hope they died naturally.  I knew the end was near ( although of course I had no idea if I would die before it happened ).  I had no excuses to talk myself out of it.  If I couldn’t pass the first test there was no hope for me and I might as well eat a bullet.  Grandpa, you socialist civil servant cunt, living off my taxes after you sent innocents to jail ( okay, in my imagination I would find a twat like a retired Fed cop to take down- in reality it might just be a Boeing retiree.  I’d take that chance ) to entice your pay grade, here I come!
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3 comments:

  1. You peaked my interest at the very end. A shallow grave is about to be dug! Crowbar to the head maybe? Don't give 'em a clean death. They lived like leaches off of you for decades. Make 'em bleed and hurt a little!

    Remember to have the protaganist look for a diesel engine when 'scoring' the RV.

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  2. Good stuff, Bison. Keep it coming.

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  3. Yawn.....SemperFido

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