I see at least a dozen lit fuses leading into the dynamite factory we call the USA. It won't matter which fuse hits the gunpowder first, she's gonna blow sky-high if and when the grid goes down.
We think we have mastered nature, but electricity has become our artificial oxygen. It's the greatest case of pride and hubris in human history.
Alas, Brave New Babylon.
It was 1998, when I thought about “no power” and what that would mean to my/and family, existence. Transportation would cease meaning NO TRUCKS. I spent a day writing down what I wouldn't have, starting with getting out of bed in the morning and lasting until I went to bed at night.
I have spent every year since then perfecting ways to live for a long time, over a year, with approximately the same living standard I have now. As new/better methods came about through the years to produce something I had to have, I updated to that method. I generally have three ways to accomplish a necessity. I sort of went overboard on ways to cook and ended up with seven ways. I hope I never have to use any of these preps.
You know we paid for the best prepared place in the world - and it's for for Muslim Obama and family. Don't know about you, but I think I'm as important as he is, so I used my own money to prepare a place for me/family.