Posted on 04/19/2012 2:42:37 PM PDT by Kartographer
I have to say, this is my most hated and loathed 5 word sentence. Anyone who has the temerity to take control of their future though, aka practices self-reliance, has heard these words, or a derivative thereof way too many times.
When things get rough, Im coming to YOUR house!
Why do I need to prepare for anything? Ill just go to my parents house?
If the world comes to an end, Ill just get my gun and find me a Mormon.
I gotta tell you, I even hate hearing these things when they are said in jest. To me they are just as grating on me as when someone takes the Lords name in vain or drops the F-bomb. Its NOT okay for a person to make death threats, bully or harass another human beingeven if they are smiling while they do it, and not O.K. for a person to shirk their own responsibility to take care of themselves and their family.
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You look pretty well set.
http://meltingpot.fortunecity.com/nevada/726/3b.html has some decent info.
You might want to check out that zombie behind that third tree from the left in the 6th pic.
Don’t forget radishes too - grow fast, and the leaves and roots are both good.
Dandelions - I eat them all the time as they taste good, and the roots are wonderful for helping digestion and reducing fever, as well as helping out your liver.
Throw in a couple of rows of shallots and you are good to go.
We shot him really dead ;)
Most of my Mormon friends back in Idaho are well armed, and a good portion of those who are armed also hunt. I doubt that the "take his stuff" mind-set will win out against those who are trained, able, and willing to defend themselves and their "stuff."
Dandelion petals are used in dandelion wine, young stems can be used as greens, roots roasted are a coffee substitute.
Looters are a resource.....
if you have chickens.
Heard that today and replied “Don’t come to my house. I’ll shoot and skip the questions later”.
From what I understand, Mormons have one years supply of items necessary for survival.
If Romney is elected, will he have a one year supply of necessities stockpiled in The White House?
I think it depends on the circumstances- especially for family. I would love to have all my children home when it came down to basic survival. Family togetherness will be important for moral support in tough times. Not only that but Hubby and I could use the extra help of their younger healthier bodies, and my daughters would contribute needed skills. They do have their own plans of course but if possible we plan to be together.
People forget when we were a survival based- agriculture society how many workers it takes to live that way. As basic as life would be if things really fall apart- that is a very labor intensive life. Anyone who plans to raise critters and grow food as part of their long-term plan had better know how many people it will take to be able to make it work. I grew up in a pretty basic rural lifestyle with critters to raise and butcher, a garden, no electricity- there were five of us kids and my mom and dad and we all worked very hard to keep things going. I worked from a very young age and now with most having small families that will be tough if they work together and impossible for small groups unless several small groups and individuals band together.
Many plan for storage of food and supplies but there is no way that works for long-term truly society altering events. At some point the biggest pantry will be empty if there is no way to replenish. There has to be a plan for moving forward which will mean extra labor and skills will be needed.
As far as strangers or even friends that may not prepare- sorry unless they can contribute some truly needed skill or supplies they are out of luck.
That is truly sad. I wonder how the episode ended?
>> choke points on the various roads <<
Absolutely! We’ve identified ours and what trees will be dropped. We’ve also identified sniping positions.
Until the gas runs out, ATVs will be the most challenging to stop.
We’ve also planned where trip wires will be strung and what area will be booby-trapped.
AAch du lieber, I miss that show. Somewhat prophetic.
The Vault
Location: Undisclosed
Look, Charlie, if I count them that way, the answer is the same as in table 3-5, and I dont think we are adding
Before Pat could finish the sentence, the computer they were studying died. The lights went out, leaving the room only lit by a small emergency light over the door a battery-powered escape light, glowing red, Exit.
Oh, Mist, I hadnt saved that thing yet, Pat exclaimed. But we only lost an hours worth.
Moron, Charlie said, Save early, save often. It is like voting.
Pat laughed. Yeah. If you are a democrat. Looks like time for a smoke break. As he got up to leave the vault, he said to the facility manager, I will be back in a few dont sign me out.
No problem, Andrew said, See what else is down outside. Just our building, or the whole post?
Ok, Pat replied, I will scope it out.
The hallway lights were out, too so it wasnt a breaker. Pat grabbed his cell phone from the locker in the hall, and headed for the stairs, thinking it was funny that the emergency lights in the hall were not working. He used his lighter to navigate downstairs, and outside.
In the fenced-in courtyard, he headed over to the smoking area by the concertina wire. As he lit up, he noted that the traffic light in front of the building was also out so it was the whole post, or at least the immediate area, not a fuse in the building or some such. He also noted that the intersection, normally busy, was completely empty of cars, except for one that appeared to have broken down just shy of the stop line. That will be a hassle later, he thought traffic on this particular post was almost as bad as at home, in the DC suburbs.
Flipping open his phone, he noted that it was deader than a rock no battery. Well, that was no surprise it was, after all, a number of years old, and he had forgotten to plug it in last night.
No lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury, he mumbled to himself. Dang.
It was oddly quiet outside no traffic noise, no aircraft, no machine background noise of any sort. That was unusual. The post was normally quite busy. And the diesel backup generators were not running.
With a troubled look on his face, he headed back to the front door. Of course, with the power out and no generator, his badge would not open the door. So he banged on it, until the receptionist, Tom, let him in.
Thanks, Tom. This place is a pain without power.
No kidding. Tom laughed. You guys might as well go home.
Yeah. Let me get everybody out of the vault.
Heading upstairs again, lit lighter in hand, he noted that the emergency battery lights were still out. At the vault door, he knocked, and waited for Andrew to let him in.
Houston, we have a problem, he said to Charlie and Andrew, both, The whole post is down or least as much of it as I can see from here. Time to secure everything and pop smoke.
Andrew looked glum. I cant until the power comes up, I cant leave. No alarm.
Roger that, Charlie said, And I really wanted to get more done today, having driven two hours in DC traffic to get here. Pat, lets go find some lunch, and see if it comes back up. Andrew, can we bring you back a sandwich?
Nah. I brown bagged today. Go find something, take an hour, and come back and relieve me.
Ok, will do, said Charlie, as he stuffed his working papers in the safe. Cmon, Pat.
All right, Pat said, But you drive. I want to ride in that limo of yours.
Charlie snorted. What, tired of your old jeep? What is it, twenty years old?
More like 30, Pat said. I bought it when I was a young pivot in the Army.
Outside, and outside the wire, Charlie and Pat approached the shiny Cadillac Escalade ESV that was Charlies pride and joy. He made a point of claiming that his wife had bought it, it didnt belong to him but, somehow, he always seemed to drive it. Odd, that.
Damn clicker is not working I have to actually use the key! Charlie exclaimed, My wife will hear about this!
Pat laughed, So use the key. What are you, blond?
No, you are, you stupid hippy. At least the bits that arent grey, like your damn neck-beard. Now get in, as soon as I reach across this ark and open the other door.
Pat laughed, as he climbed into the ark and buckled in. The best part of this job, he thought ,is the humor of it.
Charlie put the key in and tried the ignition nothing happened. Not a click, not a whir, nothing.
Pat looked at him, and said, Wiggle the shifter your parking lockout may be off.
Charlie wiggled the shifter, and tried the ignition again. Nothing. Dang, he said, hitting the Onstar button. Nothing happened. No response, no sound of the usually-friendly operator, nothing.
Solly, Challie I guess we drive the Jeep to lunch, Pat said. Sucker. Sucker with a dead limo.
At the Jeep, they both piled in, and Pat tried the key. Nothing. Looking at Charlie, he said, Sir, will do me an immediate favor? Try your cell phone - it was in the old wooden locker, outside the vault, right?
Yes, of course you saw me take it out. Charlie slid his phone open. Nothing. No battery.
You know, Charlie, the Vault is a faraday cage and the only battery light that works in our building is in the vault.
Is that a bad thing? Charlie asked, with his usual ironic cynicism.
Sir, I think we have been EMPd.
The School
Location: Fairfax, Virginia.
The lights went out, and the emergency exit light did not come on.
Alicia pulled out her lighter from her purse, and flicked her bic. I am tired of teaching in this CLOSET . She bit her tongue, to keep from completing the sentence in front of the kids. No windows, no air flow, just a special education teacher in a janitors closet, with a few needy kids. Trying to do her best, and, against all odds, succeeding.
Stumbling over to the door, she flung it open, and said, Nancy, get up I need your desk. When Nancy moved, Alicia used the desk to prop open the door.
All right, kiddos fire drill. Everyone form a line, and we go to the cafeteria. Jenn, please bring up the rear with Bobbies wheelchair.
In short order, the kids were in the cafeteria but there was a problem. All of the teachers were bringing their classes to the cafeteria but they could not fit the population of the school into that one room.
Harry Shovlin, the principal, soon appeared and made an executive decision. Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your classrooms it is just a power outage. Still, he was bothered that the computer-controlled back-up generator had not kicked in. Shoddy government contractors, he thought.
Alicia kept her class in the cafeteria why sit in a dark closet, when at least the cafeteria has windows? At least she could do some teaching, in the window light.
At 3:30. the teachers took the kids out front, to put them back on the busses, send them home, and thank the heavens for another uneventful day. A power outage is a little thing, in the grand scheme of things.
But the busses did not show up. None of them.
Again, Harry made an executive decision Let the walkers go, take the bus riders back inside.
By 4:00, some of the teachers had to excuse themselves for school, or their own family commitments - so they arranged with other teachers to take their kids, until the parents could retrieve them.
None of their cars would start. The phones in the building did not work.
And their cell phones did not work.
Yep, based on discussions on here, I wrote it this AM.
Bump. Take a gander at this.
Realize that it's written into law - Martial Law - that will be declared in the event of any such widespread emergency.
Under that Law, they will come to your homes and you will no longer be called a food “storer” - but a HOARDER and a FELON.
Recognize that!
Do not advertise that you are storing food.
Wanna take bets that the Gov’t has Mormons names and addresses on a ‘go to first’ list?
Naivete will get you jailed - or dead.
Tell them the admonition in the Bible about what happens to those who don't keep their wicks trimmed and have extra oil on hand.
(The parable of the Bridesmaids)
Either the bridesmaids who prepared share with those who did not - and NONE reach their destination, or those who didn't bother to head the advice to prepare must be left behind.
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