A recipe for disaster. RUN! RUN AWAY as fast as possible! By time this guy gets to the bright side of the moon and agrees with you, the Depression will have hammered you all like a tent peg.
My youngest sister and my youngest son are like that - a 2x4 between her political eyes and my son's common sense peepers barely make an impact.
He has recovered from his ways. He is a true conservative now. He’s done things I never dreamed he’d do. Taking on all comers: college friends, family, etc. His metamorphasis has been nothing short of astonishing. It took 3 years.
But this “prepping” thing sticks in my craw, I must say.
Personal story here:
I’d tell you how I came to meet him, but, trust me...you would never believe it. That is why God made FReepmail. LOL
That said, the reason I’m so ticked is that he is normally so amazingly decent and smart. This “not being ready in case the shit hits the fan” bugs me more than you know, especially with him having 4 critters (as we call them)
He’s a good man. I’m going to straighten him out if it’s the last thing I do.
After all, how can you give up on a man that saves cookies? Yeah...cookies. I mailed him some of my world class, artfully decorated Christmas cookies in 2006. (and beyond) I came to learn he saved a representative collection of those cookies....to this day. Mind you, I’ve continued to send him cookies for Christmas; he saves a sample of each of them.
He’s sentimental. Last of the romantics. Makes sure those roses are in my hands the morning of Valentine’s Day. We are, at the moment, about 2,000 miles away (I’m in S.Utah but moving to TX soon) But it’s like being married.
Nevertheless, if he doesn’t get his act together and prepare for the Nitwit in Chief destroying this economy, I swear to you, on the head of my only child:
I’m going to punch him right in his Indian nose! And I’m not kiddin’ either!