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AINT SKEERT


If you are a good little anarchist and not some demented communist ( defined not by your following of Leninist/Marxist ideals but by your audacity in disagreeing with anything I say ) or, even worse, an Obammaian, you remember the unofficial motto which is No Such Thing As A Free Lunch. And I know you know the motto because most of you are very good showering me with money, buying through my Amazon links or even occasionally buying the odd e-book. Of course, it will never be said that I am a harsh taskmaster, nor whispered that I am an impossible brute, and I understand that sometimes your wife doesn’t leave you any lunch money or allowance and at such times I am content with a mere article suggestion. When a brilliant idea pops into your head, please e-mail it to me if at all possible rather than leaving it in the comments section. If I can’t quickly and effortlessly reference back to it I forget about it and nothing gets done. My e-mail is always listed on my front page of www.bisonpress.com . Come on people, I spend $60 a year paying for that site. It might not seem much to Super Stud site owners such as http://www.survivalblog.com/ or http://urbansurvival.com/week.htm , but to someone that counts every penny it is a large amount. Visit the darn thing once in awhile. Today’s article is in answer to a long ago comment or three about how I appeared scared and living in fear of a few dozen possible end of the world possibilities.

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It would at first blush appear that these commenters really truly deeply cared about me. Oh, Jim, don’t be such a worry wart. Don’t live in fear. Enjoy your life. Go have fun. I find this empathy disturbing. For one thing, whenever anyone pretends to care, I reach in my back pocket to make sure my wallet is still there. People don’t really care. They care about themselves. Do I care that you are saved from the coming Apocalypse? Of course not. Your death would mean very little to me, except for those that have bribed their way into my heart with extra large donations. For those, if I actually receive word of your demise, I will shed a genuine tear. The rest of you I only care about insofar as by you preparing I will face one less looter. I help you, hopefully, with suggestions of frugal preparedness so as many people as possible will leave me alone. You care about blood family. With anyone else, it is conditional. Even loyalty to the tribe is based of perceived return in value. Now, don’t get all stupid on me and spout off about evil, uncaring Rand Robots and the like. Go be Mother Teresa on your own time, cause I ain’t buying what you’re selling. Anyway, I think I got a bit off track. People are worried about me, when they should worry about themselves. I’m all good, dawg.

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I have enough supplies for the collapse. I have few skills for it, but I think it is fair to say that most people will be OJT afterwards anyway. We are all trained and conditioned to the Oil Age. Post oil skills very few of us have. I don’t worry overly much about that. And, okay, my supplies are pathetic. A lot of wheat and some beans, enough bolt action ammo and water filters. I suppose what I really am is more prepared for the economic collapse than the collapse of civilization. No rent, no debt ( except for that damn ex-wife support which would be the only thing hurting me during unemployment- and the punk ass bitches in Florida are still jerking me around on downsizing the amount two weeks before my daughters 18th birthday ). I’m only prepared to survive in the most primitive style. But that is enough. I sleep like a baby at night ( an older baby, not a newborn all crying and bitchy, oh, where is my womb? I’m thirsty, I’ve beshat myself!- it’s a good thing we are programmed to love the little crap machines ). I’m not scared at all. I’m looking forward to it. I have a lot of built up hostility I need to unleash. In the meantime, I enjoy the prospects and possibilities. I’m having fun researching all the ways we can die. I’m positively harnessing fear, I’m not paralyzed by it. If you fear a car wreck, and so always buckle up ( even way before the jack booted thugs started to protect you from yourself and made it mandatory ), you are not living in fear. You have taken steps to mute your fear. Which is why I’ve always been confused at being labeled fearful. Of course I’m scared, that is why I’ve prepared. Now I’m not. This all seems so self evident. But what about you? Are you really just laid back and enjoying life?

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Or are you in denial because you are too lazy to prepare? Best to be a Pollyanna so you can coast through life and enjoy your luxuries. Good Gravy, if you prepped like you meant it there would be no more X-Box or McDonald’s or SUV’s. We can’t have that. I don’t have luxuries, but I do have a clear view of the road ahead and am ready to survive it. Not in luxury. But just bare bones survival. It’s more than enough. Don’t worry about me, but your own self.

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