“With any luck, maybe I will run one of the ‘refugee centers’. Then I get to decide who lives and who dies.”
I’m not turning my body over to the federal government. I will decide whether I live or die. Unless all my preps are totally destroyed, I will live better than the refugees.
Aw, comon, Marcella. I’d let you be one of the living ones! Heck, I might even give you the task of culling through the refugees looking for the cutest chicks to bring up to my office! That’s a responsibility, right there!