bugging out bugs me

BUGGING OUT BUGS ME


You all know I hate bugging out. But since a minion asked about it ( that way, I can blame them for asking and you can’t blame me for repeating myself ), and this weeks Woodpile Report did such a great job talking about martial law ( short version, it is already here but soft sold ) and pointing out that traffic restrictions are a given which got me back to thinking about the minions request, we’re going to cover this once again. And if some damn fool out there dares to disagree, or worse fails to join the others bowing before me and chanting “we’re not worthy”, then we’ll cover it again sometime later. Or, you’ll see another version even if you behave but I’m not coming up with anything better to talk about. Frankly, you can’t win here. Bugging out, as a third tier strategy, is absolutely fine. No fortress is indestructible and you should an escape tunnel, in spirit if not actual construction. As a “just in case” “worst case scenario” deal there is no disputing the need for that plan. However, as a primary means of survival it sucks ballooning diseased monkey testicles.

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Here is Yuppie Survival Sam, a bloated, balding pampered mouth breather from the city. We wouldn’t normally like Sam, as he’s pretty much worthless and weak, but since our numbers are few we can’t turn away any prospective member. If someone waves a tin can of ammo and a case of MRE’s at us, we pretty much have to let them into the club. Oh, I do my part. I delight in pointing out the true dangers of collapse, getting as much orgasmic glee from pointing out the inconsistent irrational plans of most preppers as a pimpled teenager gets from the latest issue of Penthouse. My hope is that the frightened little weasels will scamper back to from where they came and leave us the hell alone. Not that any of you help, crowding around him acting all chummy, asking to try out shooting his two thousand dollar semi-auto, holding your bolt actions behind your back acting all ashamed of your beautiful glorious frugal nature. So naturally Sam thinks he’s one of the chosen elite whose seed shall repopulate the Earth. Damn you all! Sam is so retarded, his testicles should be crushed immediately so he is unable to procreate. Sam works in the big city. He does this because the ugly small breasted hag of a wife he is desperate to hang on to so she can berate him day after day demands all the creature comforts of life ( I wouldn’t blame him so much if his wife was well endowed and mute ). He claims it is so he can save up to prepare “properly”. What he means is he will never get out of his present situation because he too is a soft marshmallow who can’t even contemplate not living at the height of luxury on grid. He claims his grand strategy is bugging out come the collapse.

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Let’s make this real simple so every one here can actually get my point. An airplane, say a 747, full of passengers, represents a city. Landing the plane and opening the door represents the collapse, the “get out of Dodge” moment. Everyone stands up, and immediately the cattle shute is clogged and nobody moves. That is you trying to bug out. If you claim you will be the first one off the plane, fine, we’ll assume that. The problem is, another plane on the other side of the runway is also letting out passengers. As is several more parked all around you. And, at the same time you are trying to exit, several damn fools are trying to get back into the plane to get to a sick relative or their child who flew alone. Even if you make it down the tarmac, you suddenly come across an official who flags you down, tackles you, and hustles you to a relocation camp for former fliers. For your own safety. Do you get it yet? Traveling is either impossible, improbable or will ensure your death. Your chances of survival in place are low enough, if you add in the danger of mobs, official harassment or criminal elements ( but, I repeat myself ) your odds go from 50/50 to about 10%.

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Bugging out is stupid strategically. If your attitude is you are old and tired and shall just enjoy your time left and if anything beyond a week long black-out happens you’ll just fight until overwhelmed, okay, fine. Your choice. I don’t know why you waste your time reading my drivel, but as long as you throw me a bone buying through Amazon links every once in awhile we’ll get along handsomely. I can be bought really cheap ( still waiting for that government bribe to tell you all to not fight the system- oh, wait, I already do. Dammit! ). But if you really want to increase your odds of survival, get the hell out of the city now, while you can still travel freely and safely. And have the financial resources to do so. How can you possibly think you can wait for the perfect retreat or perfect job or perfect approval from the spouse? Things keep getting worse, dillhole. The paper money you so enjoy loses value on a monthly basis ( up to one percent in real buying power ). Why you keep putting yourself in danger is beyond me. Your paycheck is shrinking, not getting better. Every month you potentially sell your life cheaper. The dollar will, guaranteed, collapse. Stop worshipping the bitch! Unless you are a complete moron, you can come up with some excuse to move and keep the wife from divorcing you ( a thousand bucks and a visit from a hooker paid for by you to your boss for lying to her that you’re being transferred comes to mind ). I think you’re just as much a pussy as your wife, needing running water, flushing toilets and bright lights. But that’s just me. You pay me to call the ugly truth out. Don’t get all butt hurt if I rub your feelings the wrong way. Grow a pair and move. If you think Oil Down is going to be as easy to survive as a hurricane season, you are unworthy. Stay in your craphole. Peace, out.

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