For just a couple hundred bucks, I am prepared, what a feeling!Submitted by Sue4theBillofrights on Sun, 09/23/2012 - 14:19
Small bonus came through from work which I decided to use to address my preparedness situation in case of social chaos resulting from the banksters and Federal Reserve hijinks: sudden hyperinflation, stock market crash, panic. The first thing to understand is that if and when it happens, it happens fast. Supermarket shelves are stripped in three hours. They'll be gone in the time you take to drive there.
I got five 20-pound bags of rice, a quarter of that in beans, and big boxes of powdered milk to complete the protein and nutrient. Then cleaned out the sardines shelf, big can of cooking oil, and another 50 bucks in sundries, iodized salt, spices, few big cans of coffee (which will always be oh--so-tradable for barter. Always.)
I was surprised to see, as ordinarily a day to day, hand to mouth shopper, that the huge bags of rice now come in sturdy, thick gauge plastic. As long as they remain sealed they are airtight, and I don't have a mouse problem so I think, stowed high and dry, they are okay against vermin. Anyone with a different take please jump in.
I've been saving my empty plastic gallon jugs and now have them filled with tap water. I'll stop when I have maybe 50.
I could have done a lot with that money, but the peace of mind I am feeling is remarkable. It's not much, but I won't starve for a while, and I have small caliber weapons to mount a basic defense against intruders, first shot over the head perhaps and after that they have been warned. I live in a metropolitan area, not the sticks, so there are always a lot of people around. Next I will get a good dog. Man is nothing without a dog; they can hear what you cannot hear long before you can, and sound alarm.
In accepting responsibility and pondering the nature of crisis, I got to thinking it's not just me, but how I would feel seeing dear friends starving and being able to do nothing to help. That was too much. I would be nothing without my friends who over the years were always there for me. Now I am in a position, in certain situations, to be a giver.
My sister lived through the Los Angeles riots, at an inner-city L.A. college in the thick of it. The way it works is, for weeks, you cannot go outside your apartment. It's just too dangerous. Throughout the day and night you are listening to random gunfire. The stores aren't open anyway. That was just one part of one city. For real social breakdown multiply that times hundreds.
Henry Kissinger, may he go to hell, once said "You control people with food." Were every one of us to take responsibility and cease pushing the nagging worry to the back of our minds, and bite the bullet and prepare right now, think of what power the banksters lose over us. I won't be boarding any trains or herded to any camps just for the promise of something to eat. They will have to take me by force, and I have already decided I will go down shooting.
I know they will kill me, but I might score a hit or two. For when it happens, people usually go of their own accord, for something to eat. If we can all ride out six months to a year no matter what happens, loyal elements will eventually arrest the bankers and the most corrupt politicians, start restoring sanity, and beg Ron Paul to stand for president in a special election.
Absent mass preparation, our greatest enemy is each other. You will do anything to get your kids a bite to eat. We will turn into animals. Unless. Unless. Do not put it off one more day. If in writing this I have persuaded five people to stop procrastinating, it was worth the time.