Our unraveling as a nation draws ever nearer. When we can no longer look at the deaths of others without seeing whether those deaths can be bent to serve some political narrative, time has pretty well run out.
See also Professor Mondo.
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Our unraveling as a nation draws ever nearer. When we can no longer look at the deaths of others without seeing whether those deaths can be bent to serve some political narrative, time has pretty well run out.
See also Professor Mondo.
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My frustrated and sad response is: what do I, as an ordinary person, do? Do I decide to buy a huge plot of land somewhere far away from everything and build a cabin I could hide out in? Do I (God forbid) just figure the end is coming, and maybe stockpile something that will make that end quicker for me if things really do go to Hell on Earth? Do I don sackcloth and ashes and take up a sign telling people to repent? Do I try to find a “posse” who will help me survive when the SHTF? (Single people do notoriously badly in disaster situations.) Or do I stick my head in the sand and try to be happy, all the while knowing that I may unexpectedly meet my end several decades earlier than I might have hoped?
I saw an ad this morning pushing everyone to save “1% more” for retirement, and I was like, “Yeah, deny yourself that latte so there’s more money in the bank when some terrorist kills you”
I HATE having to think about this stuff.