Terminus of orbis terrarum ut nos teneo is
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2007.
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By John Galt
December 27, 2007
As the Wilson family approached the Alabama-Georgia border going east on I-20 they noticed a massive roadblock and detour. Karen said to her husband “honey, is that normal?” To which Frank replied “no, this is darned unusual, I don’t see any vehicles moving westbound on the interstate either. I wonder if there is another terrorist alert.” As they pulled off of the exit ramp for Highway 37 they noticed a military policeman waving them on through. This was a real pain to them as the U-Haul trailer they had with all their belongings made Frank nervous as he had never driven with one before and they were anxious to get to Georgia so he could start his new job. As the MP’s kept waving them on, they noticed a large field with cars and trucks all pulled over with dogs circling some vehicles and truck drivers being patted down. Then Frank suddenly found himself stopped in a long line of about thirty cars and trucks and got nervous. “You didn’t hear anything on the news did you Karen?” Frank asked nervously. “No” she said and I’m getting really freaked out. Just as Frank was thinking about making a u-turn and finding another way to Georgia, he saw the sign “TUNE TO 1610 KHZ ON YOUR A.M. RADIO FOR NEWS AND INSTRUCTIONS.”
Frank reached for the car radio and told his wife and kids to be quiet so he could hear what was going on. The radio began blaring instructions:
”WELCOME TO THE TRANS-STATE INSPECTION STATION ON I-20 EASTBOUND. ALL CITIZENS ARE ADVISED TO HAVE THEIR NATIONAL IDENTIFICATION CARD READY AND TO USE THAT LINE FOR THEIR VEHICLE TO EXPEDITE INSPECTIONS. IF YOU HAVE THE U.S.I.D. YOU MAY PROCEED TO THE LEFT INTO THE GREEN COLORED LANES FOR RAPID PROCESSING. IF YOU HAVE NOT OBTAINED THE U.S.I.D. YET AND WOULD LIKE TO, PLEASE STAY IN THE BLUE LANES AND FOLLOW THE SIGNS FOR PROCESSING. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE U.S.I.D. AT THIS TIME AND WISH TO APPLY AT A LATER DATE, PLEASE STAY IN THE RED LANE AND HAVE YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATES, DRIVER’S LICENSE, AND SOCIAL SECURITY CARD AVAILABLE FOR THE FIRST AVAILABLE OFFICER.”
Frank looked over at Karen in horror wondering just what in the hell was going on. He listened intently but the message just kept repeating like one of those highway information stations. “Well, blue or red honey?” Frank uttered in total bewilderment. “I guess red, since we don’t have the kid’s birth certificates easy to get to yet and we’ll have to unpack everything” Karen said softly. And that was the longest line of them all of course, yet they waited, nervously watching their gas gauge as they had just over half a tank and a long way to go before they could buy more gas.
After two hours in line, it was finally their turn. They pulled the car up to the guard post and handed the Sergeant their driver’s licenses from Alabama. The National Guard had these posts well organized and after he walked inside the tent he emerged with a clipboard and said “please proceed to parking space 15 and when you have completed all six pages of this form honk your horn twice and only twice and one of my men will come out to finish the processing. Your licenses will be returned at that time.” Frank looked totally puzzled and said nervously “thank you” and then pulled the car forward looking for space number 15. After parking the vehicle, Karen said “what in the world is that book you have to fill out?” Frank looked a little pale and told her “it’s a 99-8074/AL Request for Interstate Access Form” and then sighed. As he started filling out the form and answering all the questions, he noticed on page five that the information got very personal since it required an inventory of all items in the vehicle and if the movement from one state to another was permanent. He completed the form without any comment while ignoring the whining of his kids then honked the horn twice.
Much to Frank’s surprise, the sergeant and three privates walked to his vehicle. “Frank Wilson, can you please exit the car along with your wife” he requested politely. Frank opened the door and told the kids to stay quiet while they processed these forms and promised them ice cream if they were good. “Sergeant, here are the forms completely filled out” Frank said proudly like he was doing a good deed. The sergeant handed the paperwork over to the accountant looking private who flipped to page five right away and then said “Sergeant, this is a request for a permanent move into Georgia with full inventory listed.” The sergeant rolled his eyes and said “get the dog team” and then turned to speak to the other two privates where Frank could not hear them. Frank said “uh, is there a problem sir?” The sergeant said gruffly “this is standard procedure now. You could have had these forms already filled out if you had contacted your local DHS office. This shouldn’t take more than four hours to complete.” Frank, completely annoyed and stunned now said “FOUR HOURS!?!? Just what in the world is going on, we’re not criminals or anything!” The sergeant said in a very pointed voice “two weeks ago the Transportation Act of 2012 was passed. Don’t you people ever read the paper? There were full page ads and television notices everywhere.” Frank looked back at him like a child that was yelled at “no sir, we don’t’ read the papers or watch television. I’m sorry if I annoyed you with that question.”
The dog team arrived and after Frank unlocked the trailer, every box of their belongings were put in stacks on the ground and given bar code stickers by the other two privates. The children were asked to leave the car and the dogs searched inside their first. The trunk was then opened and the dogs went nuts. “Sir, are you transporting explosives, ammunition or firearms?” the private said in a firm voice. “Yes sir, I’m moving to Georgia for my new job and I’m transporting my rifle legally in the truck, unloaded with the ammo in another bag” Frank said much more obediently. The private then advised “Sir, this is your receipt for your firearm and the inventory. If you disagree with the inventory, please sign the form at the bottom for the A.G. to process. The rifle could be returned to you within sixty days or you can turn the receipt into a DHS office for a compensation ticket. Firearm transport across state lines without pre-approval and a certified pass is strictly forbidden. Your weapon will be processed and returned if possible.” Frank looked at him like a deer in the headlights and just muttered “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” Then he was shocked as a female private approached and said “we’re taking the children to tent 9 for interviews. This is standard procedure and they will be back in twenty minutes. Please have your wife proceed to tent 5 and if you would follow Private Lewis to tent 21 for your interview.”
Frank opened the flap and there was a Captain who politely said “please sit down sir.” With that it seemed like he was being arrested. The Captain spoke firmly “sir, you realize that the questions I am about to ask are required by the United States Government and as part of the Domestic Terrorism and Transportation Act of 2012, your Miranda rights are automatically waived per the President of the United States.” With that the Captain went through the usual bio questions then started to strike nerves.
“What is the purpose of this move to Georgia?”
“Where in Georgia are you moving to?”
“Who is your new employer?”
“What is your salary or wage at this new job?”
“Do you realize your ESR is below the score allowed for an interstate move?”
That question stopped the process. Frank, already agitated spoke up, “Just what the heck is an ESR?”
The Captain snapped back, “Economic Sustainability Requirement; it’s the measure for the minimum income, education and viability for the zip code you are relocating to. Your score is a 920. The minimum there is a 1010. You are close enough under the waiver period to move there but I have to notify you at this time that your wife will have to return to the work force full time to meet the minimum requirements and you will be required to visit an economic and family counseling service for the first ninety days to accommodate and re-educate you for the city your are moving to. Do you understand the instructions that I have given you?”
Frank stared at him like he had seven eyes and replied “Yes sir, where do I sign?” The Captain pointed at seven blanks on the form each swearing to do X,Y, or Z and with that the female private handed him a “Relocation Instruction Manual” and ushered him back to his car. In the car his wife and children were all in there bawling away. “Honey as soon as they give me the clearance, we’ll go get some dinner. I know it’s late.” Frank said. His wife looked at him and cried “They asked if we molested our kids and beat them. What have we done to deserve this?” Frank knew this wasn’t the place and said “later honey, just hold it until we get to our new home.” As the privates finished reloading their belongings back into the trailer, they placed a special seal on the door and advised Frank that only the DHS officer in his new home town could open the seal once he was cleared to unpack. Frank was handed a stack of papers including a folded envelope with a large bar code with the word “PASS” stamped on it. “You may go now sir” the sergeant said and added “Have a nice evening Doctor Wilson, good luck at the new job in the hospital.”
Think it can’t happen here?
Think again.
Gang, this week is what is known in the markets as “window dressing” or the attempt to make things look a lot better than they really are. Please ignore ALL of the market moves this week. The precious metals and oil markets are moving up on a potential conflict in the Middle East widening and that is about the only “real” thing that is happening. If you notice the ags, the beans were up again today and that too appears to be window dressing and foreign buying to protect future supply. Standby for January 2, 2008 as that will be when the curtain rises on the wildest month we have seen in years.
And what I fear will be a massive change in the psychology of our nation for the future as the coronation process moves forward….
By John Galt
December 26, 2007
Ann and John had taken the trip from Nicholasville to Lancaster on US 27 south through Kentucky dozens, perhaps hundreds of times in their lives. And this trip to visit Ann’s Mom did not seem any different to them as they pulled out of town observing the changing colors of the leaves and the usual squatters just south of town in the tent city they had set up in a field. The recession was bad, but fortunately their faith in the government had kept them on an even keel as they felt the plans in place would turn things around. About three miles south of Marksbury John got a little uncomfortable but kept on driving. He noticed groups of people with signs from the cities they had left moving South. Some were from Louisville, others Lexington and many from Cincinnati or Dayton. Just as he went round the curve, something shattered his windshield causing him to lose control and scream “hold on” to his wife and children. As the car slid to a halt just off the road, John took one deep breath when suddenly he noticed the doors flung open and Ann was snatched from the car and he was dragged out of the vehicle……
Mike had been reporting to his job at the water company like a good soldier every day for years and was approaching his twentieth anniversary. The economic situation made him thankful he had this job as he felt safe and secure with a decent, not great pension waiting on him and the security of the taxpayers covering his paycheck. Then the page rang out with a list of names to report to the break room, finish with “Mike Watson” and so off he went. The system was capable of running un-monitored for up to twenty minutes and Mike figured this was just another one of those famous pep talks from the county folks. When he sat down in the chair, he noticed his supervisor and the shift supervisor were sitting with the men, so this was not the usual Monday speech. Three men in suits and two armed guards walked in at the doors. The guards were not unusual as the attempted terrorist attacks on some water stations in Pennsylvania had increased security, so everyone just dismissed their presence. Then the tall guy in the cheap suit began to speak. “As you know, this county has been teetering on bankruptcy. The state has mandated all water systems be consolidated so to raise cash, we have sold all utilities in our county to Chiang-Li International Water, a Hong Kong based corporation which will maintain all water systems in the state of Florida. Each of you will receive four weeks severance effective today and can re-apply using the application in your separation packet.”
Karen always counted on being one of the lucky ones in life. Her husband had a six figure job working for a major brokerage and the shopping was so easy in their part of town. There was never a shortage nor any worries and this recession thingy only impacted the poor people, so she never lost sleep on it, but did worry about the strike on Broadway and it’s impact on her tickets for next month’s show. As she hopped into her Lexus SUV and headed to the market, she noticed that one of her neighbors who’s husband also worked at a rival bank was moving out. “Ah well”, Karen thought, “she was a wicked piece of work anyways.” The news was too depressing and she never understood why her husband always watched it now. As she pulled into the Kroger’s just outside of her subdivision near The Colony just North of Dallas, the rains began again. “Ugh, I just wish these people would get a valet” Karen sighed. As she entered the store, and got her list out, she noticed huge lines but dismissed them all. She first wandered around the produce area and most of the shelves were barren and the stock boys could barely keep up. Then into the dairy section just to get milk and sour cream, yet both areas were gone, wiped out, nothing left on the shelves. “This better not be this way in the meat department” she thought to herself. Yet in the meat department it looked like a full blown riot was under way. At that point she was getting angry and upset and grabbed what looked like a butcher yelling “You! Yes, You! Just what is going on here, why don’t you people have anything on the shelves?” The butcher, who was actually just an assistant screamed back “What bleeping planet are you from lady? Didn’t you hear the news? Food ration coupons will be issued tomorrow!” Karen looked stunned. “Food ration coupons? What are those?” she thought to herself. She yelled back at him “I thought only the poor got rations!” to which the butcher flipped her off and ducked into the back.
Bill had seen so much in his twenty years on the police force. But to be forced to evict this family from their own front yard just shattered his heart. Here it was, November in Elk Grove Village, and with a harsh Illinois winter approaching, he was forcing them to leave the property once and for all. The children crying, the wife wailing and the husband looking totally destroyed had taken his toll on his nerves that day. Then the order came down to be prepared to sweep the “tent city” in full riot gear in the morning and that all leaves were canceled. “My God, what has happened to us?” Bill wondered. With that, the officer finished the bottle of bourbon, took all of the bills and collection warnings, and placed them in a nice neat stack. Then he finished putting his dress blues on, sat the table, drew his revolver and blew his brains out on all the bills…….
Are you prepared to turn a seventy-five year old grandmother away from your door begging for food?
Are you prepared to stop giving money to charity because inflation leaves you little to survive?
Are you prepared to see starvation in your neighborhood or community?
Are you ready to cope with the government becoming more oppressive and society as a whole forgetting the rules of a polite, modern civilization?
These little stories are not common in the lexicon today of the modern news media nor will they be for at least a year plus to come. The bread and circus show of the elections will keep much of the dire situations of Middle America off of the front page. Yet few understand just how bad, how desperate things can and will get. You see the stories now of the family having a hard time with absurd medical bills, the mortgage fraud cases where people lose their homes because they do not read the contracts or the elderly losing everything because they can not pay their property taxes. Those stories, I’m sorry to say, are the tame ones. And what will we see in the years to come? Let me put it to you this way:
You had best get prepared for desperation.
Why do I call this desperation preparation? It covers not just the physical threats, such as muggings, burglary, or assault as most of my readers do prepare accordingly. There is a psychological aspect few of us are ready to deal with, the author included. I’m used to seeing abject poverty in third world nations. I’m used to seeing assaults and muggings in bad parts of town or these third world nations. I’m not used to seeing formerly middle class Americans engaging in these acts. I’m not used to seeing mobs of families marching on state capitals demanding food and water. Nor should you be. I was praying hard that we would not go into the abyss, but every indication, every historical bone in my body indicates that the times ahead are going to be far worse than the 1931-1939 time period and far more difficult for the people to adjust to. I fear that the shift in our economic and political fortunes will be so sudden, a “nexus” into a new dimension of suffering that we as a society shall not adapt nor comprehend the steps necessary to cope.
At this time, you have to prepare. No longer can you just break out the standard “prepper’s guides” or handbooks and play it by the book. It is time to think outside of the box. To become one hundred percent aware of the people who live near you and the surroundings of your environs. If you talk about your prepping stash with the sheeple or general public (DGI’s) then stop. It’s time to start preserving and conserving. If you plan a trip to a foreign land or just across the country, do you have a secure place to lock your supplies up? Do you have a person you can trust with your firearms and supplies? This is not a good time to leave homes uncovered or unsecured and to get into the practice of what is coming will insure that when, not if, the troubles begin you have good sound habits which will protect your family.
Re-read the scenarios. You will eventually “know of” or “hear of” something like one of these in the next ten years or more than likely, five. The people who are wealthiest and not preparing will have the hardest time adjusting. They will demand that those they hear about who are stocked up be arrested first and their supplies distributed into the community. There will be government backed religious leaders who will do the same in the middle class sections of town and the anti-hoarding ordinances will start flying as soon as the local governments feel the strain.
Know who your friends are. Have sufficient supplies. Develop an inner circle of trusted, like-minded cohorts. And get your mind right now, as waiting until you see your wife dragged out of your car at an intersection in town or a deserted country road will be too late. Situational awareness is the practice you and I need to engage in daily to get ready for this future. Psychological adaptability is the practice we need to start embracing, immediately.
The markets are giving every indication that the situation is far worse than they dare put out as public record gang. I’m warning you now that the rot inside the credit markets has not been cleaned up, made transparent nor displayed in full view for the public to ever assess. If you are not a trader, I would be seeking safety immediately. There are so many high risk stories which could bring the financial system to a crashing halt it’s not even funny. We have reports of human to human bird flu transmission in Pakistan. Turkey has entered Northern Iraq to hit PKK targets. Bolivia is on the brink of civil war. And the Federal Reserve has elected to wait until tomorrow to broadcast the results of yesterday’s special auction. I’m not as interested in the interest in the auction as to who participated and who purchased how much. With options expiration upon us, just watch the gyrations and make your final plans for safety now. 2008 will not be a fun year apparently and with the geopolitical threats expanding the catch word for 2008 will be “instability”….more tomorrow morning.
Gang, one of my listeners forwarded these photos of the Atlanta area’s second reservoir, Lake Altoona. I wish to thank Brian for forwarding these to me and point out that this ties in with the article below, Prepetorial #10 quite well. You had best prepare for the unexpected to the best of your ability. The unexpected is happening in North Georgia and the consequences are about to impact several million people.
By John Galt
December 14, 2007
Amanda couldn’t handle it any longer. She was standing in the living room of the modest home in suburban Charlotte screaming at her husband Mike that he was not allowed to go into work under any circumstances. Mike, for what seemed like a daily occurrence calmly tried to reassure her and remind her that it was only a four day shift and that the problems would soon be passed as the FEMA and CDC officials assured the city officials of Matthews that the martial law imposition would be lifted as the Avian Flu outbreak takes about 8 weeks to run it’s course and once the deceased were cleaned up, both human and animal, it would be over. Mike hugged his wife, walked into the foyer, taped the plastic sheeting back up, changed into his city issued biosuit, then walked out the front door with the sound of the tape and more sheeting being placed back over it. Amanda could see his shadow around all the windows as he inspected the home and picking up the dead birds all around the house. The horror of what has happened hit her hard and she could never believe it would happen here. Unfortunately, her sanity was slipping as the non-stop warnings on television and radio to “not go outside” were pushing her to the edge. And Mike was very concerned every time his shift began.
When Mike arrived at Fire Station 4 in Matthews, the National Guard boys said “howdy” through their masks and Mike replied in kind. But there was something different in their attitude and he noticed the Bradley parked in front of the station for the first time. Mike walked in and had to ask, “Hey Cap, what’s up with the extra troops and armor?” The Captain, visiting from another station replied “Sit down Mike, I don’t know if you’re ready for this.” Mike took a seat and listened intently. “The orders came down due to the spreading of the bug, all people caught on the streets without proper permits, protection or being in an unassigned region will be shot on sight and the bodies burned immediately to prevent the spread” the Captain said with some trepidation in his voice. Mike, looking somewhat shaken as he peered at him through his mask then asked, “so why are we so armed here?” The Captain, winced and said “we’ve had runners attempting to attack us and get in the station the last two days; they think we have a vaccine for them.” As the Captain walked into the decontamination trailer, Mike followed. Once inside the fire station, they were safe. This was a new world Mike though, and he feared that the remaining month they had inside the “Ziploc Bag” as it has been called worldwide would be violent and desperate.
As Mike went upstairs to enjoy watching a rerun of a NFL game on the local network, his cell phone started to ring. He looked down and saw “Home” in the display so calmly he said “hi sweetie” but to his shock his son replied “Dad, you have to come home right away!” Mike started to get excited, “What’s wrong son, you sound worried?” His son, sixteen and normally level headed started screaming in the phone “Mom left, she went shopping!” Mike began to panic and asked “Was she masked and covered like I told here?” The son replied almost in tears, “NO, she just ran out of the house and hopped in her car with the spare key!” Mike stood their stunned, only able to get his composure and answer his son after a minute saying “reseal the house, I’ll be right home.” Mike then went over to the Captain’s office and knocked on the door. The Captain opened the door and had two Guard officers in there with him and said “Mike, we’re in an important meeting, can this wait?” Mike replied “My wife’s a runner, she’s lost her mind” and with that the Captain simply said “go, and take this” handing Mike a taser as he ran our the door. Mike put the full biosuit back on and hopped into his open Jeep Wrangler. He had a hunch where she was heading but not letting her back into the house was the moral struggle he faced. With that, he elected to head home and not gamble she went to the mall.
When Mike got home, he went through the tedious procedure of turning the sign to “HOME” on the door and following the DECON procedures before going inside. The son, now sixteen and daughter now ten were both waiting on Mike with the worried look that kids who know what trouble really is and the eyes in the daughter were welled up as she had been crying for hours. “Daddy, where did Mommy go?” was the first thing said by her, as Mike reached down to hug them both. “I don’t know Amy, she’s broken the rules, so I hope she’s ok.” With that statement, Mike looked in horror at the fireplace where Amanda’s suit and mask were still sitting. That horror which hit him caused him to hug his kids tighter and start crying himself. He put the kids down after a minute and asked his children to give him a minute alone and he walked down to the basement and grabbed his cell phone to dial the Captain. “Cap, it’s Mike. I need a favor.” The Captain, stunned said “what happened Mike?” He replied “my wife’s gone code red and I don’t know what to do.” The Captain only offered what seemed like an hour of silence and one minute later replied “Pray and pray hard Mike, but whatever you do, don’t let her back into the home, she could kill all of you.” Mike sunk to his knees, knowing full well the impact of what was just said. “Thank you Cap, give me a day to sort this out please.” And with that Mike hung up.
Amanda reached the Southpark Mall only to recoil in horror. There were huge fires emanating from the parking lots where what appeared to be body bags being tossed on top by men in strange uniforms. All around the car she noticed dead birds, but thought she was immune from the problem, after all, she had the vents closed on the air conditioner and there was no way she could get sick. Suddenly the horror of what she was witnessing hit home and she turned the car around in utter terror. Instead of driving the speed limit and obeying the traffic laws she floored it to get home, crying and shaking the entire way. Then, without warning, a man whose face was swollen up ran in front of her car, splattering everywhere as she hit him at over fifty miles per hour. She skidded and lost control but wound up hitting a stop sign and a tree, coming to a halt with the air bags deploying. An hour later, she woke up, realizing she had been unconscious, and stumbled to get out of the car. She know she couldn’t stay there as the incinerator teams would be by soon to vaporize any bodies out without permission nor cover in the coming darkness. Curfews had yet to be lifted and the delivery service did not run on Saturdays, or was it Fridays she thought. The confinement was driving her insane yet despite losing track of time, she knew what she had to do. She ran out of the car, bleeding a bit from the air bag deployment, but thankfully, awake and aware enough to make a break for safety. As she ran into the woods nearby, she sat down and caught her breath. “Oh no, I forgot my handbag” Amanda thought to herself and after a few minutes stood up to walk back to the car and get it. As she peered through the brush, she noticed the soldiers waking by the car. They had grabbed her handbag and started to sterilize. The body that was left slumped over her hood was incinerated by a man with a flamethrower, and then her car was burned in place. “Oh God, I’m lost and alone” she thought. Yet her troubles were just beginning.
As Amanda walked through the woods, a young child came upon her an hour after she started towards Matthews. The young boy whispered “follow me home” and away she went with him, needing food, water and most of all rest to recover from the accident. After two days with this wonderful family, she thanked them as they seemed healthy and when the weather was nicer started the final ten mile hike back to her home. She felt confident that life would be good and after getting treatment from her husband’s friends life would be back to normal as the flu or virus didn’t seem to affect her. Sadly, after three hours into the hike, she realized she was ill and started to vomit violently. And the sense of urgency to get home grew on her. “Mike had to have an antidote, he just had to. He’s a fireman after all!” was all she kept telling herself. She slumped down for a brief rest, ill as all can be, and figured it must have been the food. There’s no way she could have gotten ill from just the accident with the contaminated man she hit, after all, the vents were closed.
Mike was home against his Captain’s orders for the fourth day in a row. The worrying about his wife, the searches he used with their personal vehicle had used up almost all the gasoline he had left, and the last six masks were never to be used except to evacuate the family and for transit to and from work until he could get some more. As Mike woke up that day, the realization she was gone started to hit home and the kids were not dealing with this well. Mike thought he had prepared for everything, as he had three months worth of canned and dried foods, water for months and everything you could possibly need for this event. Yet Amanda’s fleeing kept him empty. He felt guilty for not doing more. Then suddenly a scream through a bullhorn in front of his house stirred him. “FREEZE, DO NOT MOVE” bellowed the horn from the armored car. This disfigured and disheveled figure fell to it’s knees about one hundred yards from his home. “God no” Mike thought to himself, “please don’t be Amanda.” As Mike hurried the children to the basement and locked them in, he ran for his biosuit desperate to go see if that was his beloved wife. As he ran for the DECON area in the garage, he heard the bullhorn again “LAST WARNING” and the sound of a loud hissing roaring noise, which left a nasty smell of gasoline in the air. As Mike finished putting his gear on, he ran outside, only to smell the smoldering remains and see the ball of fire going out at the end of his driveway. “Oh God, please don’t be Amanda.” And with that scream from behind his mask, Mike walked towards what was left. The horror of this new reality was tearing him apart. And he didn’t want to see that ring he gave her some twenty years ago lying there in the street.
Horrific enough for you?
Is this a long dissertation on the Avian Flu threat? I do not intend for it to be as it is not even close to my field of expertise. It does bring to mind the subject just a tad. My friend Steve Quayle addressed the issues of genetic modification in his book Genetic Armageddon and yet the warnings continue to fall on deaf ears. No one has ever addressed the subject of modifying the agriculture output of this world through DNA manipulation and the impacts on the animal or avian population to determine the long term effects on humanity, yet the same companies which create genetically modified diseases for bio warfare purposes are also the same ones which assure us that the crop modifications will not impact the various insects and animals which share our environment. Thus the Avian or Bird Flu appears to remain the most viable and visible pandemic threat that our corporate and government entities continue to prepare for. The preparations for the civilian population are lacking though, and the warnings have ceased. Or have you noticed that?
This scenario outlined above could just have easily been a nightmare scenario created from a biological warfare terrorist attack or “other” distribution program designed to cull the herd or expand controls on the civilians of this nation. The primary thing I was trying to get across is that there is more than just a physical mode of preparation which must be undertaken. The physical items, as Mike in the story above had, are easy to obtain, store and get in sufficient quantities to survive the eight weeks outlined above. To begin a program where you store those items it simply takes the will to do so. While food, water, energy, etc. are the obvious, the duct tape, sheeting, and other items are the government standard thus most average folks will have those and be ready for the three day minimum worst case scenario being hammered home on the television and radio. The problem is the “What If” scenarios they, the government and corporate America, practice for and we are not privy to. The “whatifs” are the ones that will kill you and your family and you had best start practicing for those also.
Does this mean you need to put plywood up, practice shooting squirrels or pigeons in your front yard while wearing a gas mask or dressing the family up in plastic sheeting or bio outfits to get them ready? Uh, no, not quite. The real preps are not physical, but if you can get your family to buy into them, that’s fantastic. It took me over a year to convince my spouse to agree to my stocking program, despite the groans, moans and protests, she “got it” about a year ago and figured out that I was not completely insane. Yet the most difficult prepping item is not something you can buy, not something for trade or barter and nothing you can hold in your hands:
Faith.
Am I making a call to prayer for all good men and women now? Sure, please, go right ahead as I heartily endorse the idea, but that’s not the kind of faith I’m referring to. Amanda in the story above may or may not have been incinerated in front of her home not because of Mike’s failure to run out there and rescue her. I’ll leave your imagination to determine her fate. Mike’s failure was the inability to psychologically get her to have the faith and trust in the program for any eventuality and to trust his actions and instruction. You, I or anyone can have the greatest cache of preps in the world, but if the one’s you love do not buy into any aspect of your planning the it’s all for naught. The most important aspect of prepping is to include the family in the process. You will find yourself eventually alone in this future as described above or worse, paralyzed by the inability to act due to your family no having FAITH in the plans you made without their input. It is not the time to make plans alone nor simply use the age old argument “she’ll come around when it hits” (Or “He’ll”) and trust that when the bad times or event happen you’re good to go. It’s time to incrementally introduce those that you love into the idea of preparing for several possible future events thanks to the future we face and the predicaments our nation has managed to get itself in.
For over a decade now, Steve Quayle and many others have been preaching to prepare for the future at hand. Steve’s approach has been a balanced one of getting ready for unforeseen events while at the same time using a religious or moral basis to keep the faith while preparing for trying times. Time and events do not move in a linear fashion, nor do they have a logical outcome despite the beliefs and proclamations that many have offered on what is next. I can not tell you that tomorrow our economy won’t collapse nor that it will be solid a year from now. But I can warn you that history is not on America’s side this time as our total disintegration on a moral, political and economic scale will eventually cause our society to implode on a scale unseen since Roman times. Thus my philosophy that praying for the best and preparing for the worst is why I write this. I hope for everyone who reads this decides to tell those that they love why they are preparing and why this is not the time to be weak for the hard times ahead.
That’s right, the interview with the CEO of Overstock.com on CNBC’s afternoon program of 12/7/07 with Dylan and Maria. To say their reaction was “priceless” was an understatement. I guess his “1929″ comments will prevent any future invites. You have to have Windows Media Player to view this, so enjoy gang!
