horror movie doomers

HORROR MOVIE DOOMERS


A Supreme Loyal Minion, First Class With Oak Clusters With All Inclusive Rights Of Passage Through Bisonia, one who is somehow amused by my drivel enough to lend enough financial support to have earned such exclusive honors, brought up a simple observation that I shall pass on. Not because you shall listen, be awed or be convinced but because it fits into my desire to aggravate all others who hold contrary opinions to my own. In certain exceptional circumstances you might win me over to your side but that is merely the exception that proves the rule. Said minion is solidly in the middle class and does in no way practice frugality in certain important matters such as bribing his wife into a state of marital bliss or drinking real coffee. I haven’t consulted him in this matter but if I might take certain liberties here I would hazard a guess that generic coffee would be no more part of his existence than unicorns or leprechauns. He drinks the expensive coffee, so expensive that when a market has a sale for one pound for ten bucks all the Yuppies go tearing down to the store a half hour before it opens, viciously cut each other off for the closest parking space, freeze in the cold for one of the few times in their life since as everyone knows you obviously must look good before you look warm ( not that I’m necessarily opposed to such displays from female type Yuppies as the sway, bump and grind their Gold’s Gym asses about in designers jeans with perfectly coiffure untouched by heat retention head gear and show suitable cleavage even as the mercury plummets into single digit range ), use their gold Visa cards as Ninja edged weapons to slice the jugulars of any competition that comes too close to the advertised display stand and in general embarrass themselves like no other time except when discussing wines that are more than six months old ( I say, Gerald, that vintage has a bit of a nose on it, what, ha ). Me, I prefer the crap in a can that brews up boiling hot, bitter as hate and muddier than church doctrine. In short, the stuff that tastes the same just brewed or after sitting six hours on high heat. My minion reported that his expensive coffee, the stuff everyone swears turns to rancid muck three seconds after the expiration date who spend more money storing than buying so that come the collapse they can sit jovially about and congratulate each other on not being inconvenienced in the slightest by the recent turn of events due to their diligent stockpiling of their own Strategic Petroleum Stockpile in their very own salt cavern underneath their very own concrete bunker, had a much longer expiration date than thought. Due to a mix up in rotation most likely, he inadvertently opened up a can that was two years past date. And could tell no difference between that and product yet to expire. Use as you will.

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As often happens I am still confused about a lot of things. For one, how can anyone read my wild ranting disguised as impassioned warnings and yet still deny all is not well? If you are reading here, one must assume that you see storm clouds on the horizon ( you don’t get better than the closing scene of The Terminator as Linda goes tooling down towards central America with a storm brewing for sheer poetic scare mongering visuals ) and wish to prepare. Right? So why do so many people constantly argue that nothing bad is going to happen outside of a small destructive hurricane or some such? At first I just imagined that the prospect of total collapse is to horrific to contemplate so most people just half-assed prepared for much smaller events, convinced themselves that it is more than enough and stop worrying. And I’m sure that explains a lot of behavior. Yet that can’t be all of it. Something else is going on. You state that resources have declined alarmingly, population is exploding, food is running out and the dollar is crashing and they refuse to panic. They bring out a long laundry list of reasons to Don’t Worry, Be Happy. Technology will save us ( yet, technology research is only possible from energy surplus ), or we are just around the corner from discovering a gabizillion barrels of oil under the White House ( globally, discovery has fallen for FORTY YEARS!!! ) or something of that nature. A million and one excuses to deny they could ever be inconvenienced.

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The Druid Dude just wrote an article last week spending a considerable amount of ink wondering about this. Hell, Druid Dude, despite incurring my wraith by being a Slow Collapse advocate, is one brilliant writer. He can explain very clearly the fallacies about energy availability misconceptions, the ignorance about basic physics, etc. Sure, he has his weak spots. Otherwise we wouldn’t be disagreeing about the velocity of collapse. But in general he can clearly explain predicaments and simple sustainable answers. So of course he is confused why so many of his readers just ignore those clear explanations and insist salvation is at hand ( after Obammy pushes the Room Temperature Fusion button to create a billion new jobs and give away health care for free, no doubt ). He has a heck of a lot more readers than I do so it must be really maddening. I can clear out most of my unworthy readers with my insults and just retain the loyal minions ( not to say you must be boot lickers, just that you must explain your logic when disagreeing ) but he is under the disillusion that you must attract paying customers with sugar rather than vinegar. So he usually has to be nice to everyone. Even his bewilderment is usually even tempered ( of course, with doomers he holds back no scorn ).

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Now, I’ve developed a new theory. I might be wrong, but I think it sounds pretty darn good. A lot of readers are just horror movie doomers. Why are some people attracted to a horror movie? The adrenalin rush of fear in a controlled environment ( which presumably is why fat chicks like romance novels- just substitute lust for fear ). People log into their computers and go visit Doomer Land and get a titillating view of the apocalypse. This gets them through their dull and uneventful work day in a cubical. They aren’t serious. If Rawles was paid by paying customer instead of eyeball count he would be broke. I’m not picking on the ad paid survivalists. They provide a service for specialty niche companies and give information to the needy. My point is that most survivalists more than likely are posers. Why else do they deny reality after it is so convincingly explained to them? They don’t want to inconvenience themselves by living the video game, they just want to play it.

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