We just reviewed “Going Home” by Angry American, and today we turn to its sequel “Surviving Home”. This was not a bad read and I felt I got my monies worth. It was even an improvement slightly over the first book. However, having said that, I have a lot of issues with the basic theme in the book. In short, the pseudonym should have read “Angry Easter Islander”. Despite the fact that technology dwelt them a body blow, crushed their civilization, no one had any thought other than to continue relying on that technology even as its eminent shortages were clear. Throughout the book everyone kept saying “adapt, things are different now” ( they also kept bitching, seemingly on every page, how cold FLORIDA, MOTHER CRAPPING FLORIDA of all places was oh so bone chillingly cold. How much of an issue firewood was. How do we keep heating when the kerosene runs out? How can I install a wood stove in my bedroom to get even more warmth? How can I possibly survive when the temperatures plunge below sixty? Oh, God, I’m so glad I have my Artic Expedition Cardrit jacket for keeping warm IN FLORIDA!!!!!!! ) but all they really meant was “you need to kill this jag off before he kills you”. Which is sound enough advice. But no one did anything else besides wrestling with themselves intellectually about killing thieves. There was no planting or hunting or building or much of anything else besides riding ATV’s around and eating from dwindling supplies supplemented with the occasional fish.
The basic civilization killer was a solar flare. Our hero had his all important night vision device in a foil bag so he kept getting to use that. But in the second book, a heck of a lot more stuff seemed to be EMP proof. They could still only drive older cars, but all the Postal vehicles kept working as well as every single military vehicle. I don’t know if every single military vehicle in service is protected ( and knowing how the military works I’d hazard a guess that only the commanding generals mobile headquarters is protected so his air conditioning works ) but I can guess that no Postal Service vehicles are, the WWII era Jeeps long ago replaced with modern vehicles. And I can’t claim to know if ATV’s are EMP proof, if it is just the older ones ( although to me it seems the older ones were three wheels and hence outlawed ) but it seems like our characters group had a crap load of EMP proof ATV’s. They also had access to a butt load of military weapons. So, right there my two main buttons are pushed as far as a post-apocalypse universe, the unending ammunition for semi-autos or squad automatic weapons and the reliance on tooling around in vehicles as if the gas is still being manufactured.
I don’t know if a third book is coming. If it is I’ll surely pay another $5 for it and enjoy it. But if Angry Islander keeps writing I hope we can veer into more realistic territory. I understand that the timeline for both is only about a month, but even then our hero is almost out of food. Which has included two poached deer and several neighbors pigs and a pond caught fish fry. The stupid twat has almost five thousand rounds of 223 for his Bushmaster but not even enough food to exclusively feed his family with for a month. Even at old ammo prices he spent near three grand for his arsenal ( excluding all but the AR ). A one month supply of flour and rice and cornmeal and beans and lard, even if they were commercial packed ( he was eating canned goods, I’m just using least cost foods ) couldn’t be over $200. A years supply of food that way would be less than the arsenal. But far worse than that was everybody clinging to Old School ways. Instead of scooting back and forth on ATV’s for every conceivable errand, the gas should have been hoarded for the tiller ( I guess ATV’s fell into their lap but only a single tiller was on hand ). Instead of waiting passively for attack, they should have gone on the offensive. And instead of living amongst takers and moochers they should have relocated to a better area, damn what their pussyfied Barbie Princesses wanted ( oh, we simply can’t move from our home. We SHANT!!!! Sure, it was off grid, but 12v ain’t that hard to move, even in this story as witnessed by another character lugging around hundreds of pounds of radio gear to the point of slowing down a bug out ).
Here we are, living in a poorly defensible suburb, and simply waiting around for the DHS to attack them. No one wanted to move, no one attacked until the regular military air delivered strike vehicles, and no efforts were made to do anything other than try to keep the electronic lifestyle alive ( along with the petroleum lifestyle ). Great fun was made of the kids addicted to the Angry Bird game, but all the adults were equally addicted to their modern habits. One minor character was mortally wounded from a chainsaw accident ( you know, because Florida is just so darn cold! ), but no one else earned their comeuppance on relying on the old modern tools. Florida is a lot like Easter Island in a way. Some might escape by boat, but if the peninsula is blocked at the top it becomes an isolated island. Having way overpopulated itself, only the Everglades not being arsehole to elbow deep in retired Damn Yankees, ALL resources will be quickly depleted. Then you only have denuded soil and forests and a greatly diminished carrying capacity. Certainly, plenty of rural folk in the right circumstances will survive and thrive, but since most of the state is urbanized, most will see this dynamic. And those idiots driving ATV’s around instead of conserving fuel ( okay, ethanol fuel goes to crap quickly. At least use it before it goes bad to farm- one character leaves a producing farm to go to the suburbs rather than bringing his friends to him. And it had a tractor. Sorry the house is burned down, I guess it is just too cold to survive in Florida without a house and a fireplace in every room. I’m beating that dead horse no less than the author did, believe me ). Neither the main character nor the military nor any other macho man around even conceived of a life outside of running vehicles and prepackaged foods. They couldn’t be even a little cold. They were friggin Air Force Joystick Warriors. This doesn’t sound like the makings of a brave new world but of a future impoverished starving islanders rediscovered by sailors a few centuries hence.
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