It’s a question going around in the circles I lurk in. Internet experts like Peter Grant are getting nervous and apparently we all should be too. The conversation is, should ya beat the rush, throw your bug-out bag in the back of the truck and pass your rifle to the old lady up front - and drive? Get a jump on the crowds? Or can you afford to wait? If ya wait too long the zombies or the brown shirts might get ya and you’ll never get away at all…
Some of the guys that turn up in the comments are just so much vermin. “Oh, I think I’ll just go to ground and hide while the excess population kills itself off….”. What kind of life is that? What kind of future does that promise for your bloody kids? I look at them and I see the kind of stock these castrated transgenders come from. Gah.
See that guy in the pic? Picture him about two feet shorter, with a pot, no hair, and an AR15. If it ever comes to it, I am going to dig right in, right here, and make my stand here. I don’t care if I fall here either. Dying at home appeals to me actually. If civil order breaks down, I will sandbag myself in so deep that they will need dynamite or artillery to put me down! If I kill four feral apes… I’ll call it good. I’d like to take more, but one can’t be greedy in life or death, I suppose.
You run and head for the hills, if you must. But let us have no illusions about exactly what it is you’re doing. What would your ancestors make of you?
Have a great Friday, folks.