Remington .270 and 1000 rounds...check.
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"In any big disaster there are going to be glitches," Bennett said. "The best thing people can do is prepare themselves."
Three gallons of agua might not cut it, if the aqueducts break.
They must have left off guns because everyone in the AV has so many already.
I hope everyone remembers the can opener.
Planing on bathing the dog?
And keep it off of AM for crying out loud.
Burning up batteries listening to pigfarmers rant on Limbaugh is just plain stupid.
Air Date: December 25, 1959
Writer: Rod Serling
Based on the short story "What You Need" by Lewis Padgett
Producer: Buck Houghton
Director: Alvin Ganzer
Director of Photography: George T. Clemens
Music: Van Cleave
Cast: Fred Renard - Steve Cochran, Pedott - Ernest Truex, Girl in Bar - Arline Sax, Lefty - Read Morgan, Bartender - William Edmonson, Woman on Street - Judy Ellis, Man on Street - Fred Kruger, Hotel Clerk - Norman Sturgis, Waiter - Frank Allocca, Photographer - Mark Sunday
Pete's Rating (out of 100): 51
On Video - Columbia House
On DVD - Image Entertainment
You're looking at Mr. Fred Renard, who carries on his shoulder a chip the size of the national debt. This is a sour man, a friendless man, a lonely man, a grasping, compulsive, nervous man. This is a man who has lived thirty-six undistinguished, meaningless, pointless, failure-laden years and who at this moment looks for an escape - any escape, any way, anything, anybody - to get out of the rut. And this little old man is just what Mr. Renard is waiting for.
Fred Renard, a thug, watches a sidewalk salesman as he claims to know what people need. He sees the people accept the item and then watches as their life unfolds and sure enough - they need the item. When Renard approaches Pedott (the salesman) he asks what he needs. Pedott gives him a pair of scissors. That evening Renard's tie gets caught in the elevator and he uses the scissors to free himself.
The next day Renard approaches Pedott and wants more. Pedott gives him a leaky pen which drips on a horse for the races. Renard bets on the horse and wins $240.
Again, Renard approaches Pedott and begs him for what he needs. Pedott states that what Renard really needs he can't sell him. Pedott suspects that Renard is going to hill him. After pestering Pedott he finally gives Renard a pair of shoes. Renard slips and falls in the middle of the street just as a car comes around the corner. Renard tries to run out of the way but the shoes are too slippery and he gets hit by the car. Pedott says that he did not give Renard what Renard needed but he gave him what he needed.
Street scene. Night. Traffic accident. Victim named Fred Renard, gentleman with a sour face to whom contentment came with difficulty. Fred Renard, who took all that was needed, in the Twilight Zone.
You know better than to use a silly headline like this. It is a courtesy to use a paranthetical comment to elaborate on the subject matter.
That's packing light. I have a porta potty, am/fm solar/dynamo powered radio, 25 gallons of water, MRE's and food for a month, glock 8, mossberg 12 guage, 4-5 flashlights, extra batteries, first aid kit, glow sticks, signaling whistle, compass, oil burning lamps, survival knife, solar blankets, parkas, gloves, tools to turn of utilities, prybar, and enough duct tape and 3m plastic sheeting to cover window in the house.
And I live alone.. My mom and brother have the same setup, and I still feel like I am not as prepared as I could be...
Ping to the TM peeps.