It’s the End of the World as We Know it

For those of you who’ve been living under a mainstream media rock the past ten years, then the following sentences are simply the chorus to a song by the famous rock band R.E.M.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. It’s the end of the world as we know it. It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

But to those of us with an apocalyptic bent, the chorus to that song takes the form of an acronym. TEOTWAWKI.

And we refer to the acronym on a daily basis, because we truly believe our society is about to crash and burn in the mother of all flame-outs. In fact, most of us are so faithful, we stockpile food, ammo, have alternate potable water sources, nonhybrid seeds, tools, building supplies, force multipliers, and even grow our own food. We must be lunatics in the order of Noah.

Quite frankly, if TEOTWAWKI happens, then I won’t feel fine. I’ll be fine, because I’m prepared. But I won’t feel fine. Well, hold it. Wait a minute. Maybe I will feel fine. Think about it this way; A world without an overbearing federal government. No taxes. No building permits. No ATF. Hunting season year round!

Okay, okay, so that’s the silver lining to the cloud. The cloud being total anarchy in a very, very dangerous world. This year I published the first novel in a four-book series titled The God Virus. It’s about an attack on the power grid bringing about a thousand-year-night and TEOTWAWKI. Next month I’ll be publishing the second novel called The Shadow Militia.

One thing I quickly realized while writing The God Virus was only the tough and the prepared would survive. My family and I have been preparing for over three years now and we enjoy it. It’s a self sufficient way of life hearkening back two hundred years which carries its own reward. Not only does it lower our grocery bill, but it also brings family members closer together. It teaches character, because everyone has to work and pull their own weight. We either grow the food we eat, or we kill it ourselves. Then everyone has to pull together to process the food. Today I canned potatoes. Yesterday I canned pumpkin. On Saturday my six-year-old son and I will shoot a deer. It’s a way of life that bonds us together in a broken and twisted society that seeks to tear the family apart.

So, maybe from that perspective, I will be fine. But the question remains … What will happen to you and the ones you love? That’s the focus of this article. I’m writing to those of you who have yet to start preparing for the end of the world as we know it. TEOTWAWKI is coming. If the present course of human events is not altered, societal collapse is inevitable.

Those of us religiously preparing for societal collapse have a name. We are called “preppers”. And perhaps the most famous of all preppers in human history was a man named Noah. You all know the story. God came to Noah and said, “Hey, Noah! The people in this world really suck! In fact, they suck so bad I’m gonna have to put ‘em down!” Noah listened with great interest, because he was righteous in God’s eyes and he did not suck. “So build a big boat. I know what yer thinkin’, Noah, you live in the desert. But that’s okay, cuz I’m gonna turn the whole place into freakin’ lakefront real quick. And trust me on this one, property values will not go up! I’ll fax ya down the blueprints and you get goin’!””

So what did Noah do? He was obedient to God. He built a boat. (Some might call it a BOB, spelled “Bug Out Boat”.) Per God’s orders, he horded all kinds of food and supplies. Let me paraphrase the list from the good book. He collected lots of animals. Seven pairs of every clean animal, a male and its mate, and one pair of the dirty ones, a male and its mate. Not to mention seven pairs of every kind of bird, male and female. He ordered ammo by the case, bought night vision goggles with extra batteries, solar panels, flak jackets, antibiotics, extra canning jars, lids and rings. Oh, wait. I’m reading from the wrong book now. That last sentence came from the book titled How to Survive the End of the World as we Know It by James Wesley Rawles. It’s like the prepper’s Bible, and you should buy that before doing anything else.

So Noah did everything God told him to do, and he was saved from annihilation. He was the first prepper, and the example I follow today.

Have any of you noticed some similarities in the society just before the flood and the society we have today? I do, and that’s why I prepare. I don’t believe God will tarry with us a whole heck of a lot longer. Because as a society, we are really starting to suck.

If you’re interested in becoming more self sufficient, I recommend you join the American Prepper’s Network. It will launch you on your way to surviving the end of the world as we know it, so that you too, can feel fine.

All this late summer I was buying several cans of the one gallon sized Augason Farms dehydrated foods from Walmart.

I mean I would buy on average two cans every other day, I usually did this as I was in the store at 6am every morning to pick up my lunch and juice for the day, and after awhile some employees would start asking me how many I had, one person who rides the floor scrubbing machine I swear would go out of his way to zoom in on me every time just to chat.

And then it was the checkout people, and then people in the checkout line, all asking if the stuff tasted good.

But I could just not shake off the feeling every one never prepped and was trying to establish some sort of comradely just in case, so they knew where to go to mooch for food.

So my count is over 100 cans, but now I just grab on at a time on the most random schedule, call me paranoid, but don’t call me when you think I have to “Redistribute” my food stock.

Could be a nice place, up further north where I am they are getting tons and tons of Japanese debris on the beaches, most of our weather comes from Japan actually.

Funny now that I think about it...we just had like three major storms back to back flooding most of south central Alask, it was quite bad in some places, never this much rain in a short period of time, oh and we never had a decent summer, too cool.

It the location on the pan handle of Alaska would probably be away from the radioactive winds.

Wouldn't you be pretty much downwind of the gobs and gobs of fallout coming from the Chinese and Siberian missile fields? You're in that latitude, more or less ....

As redpoll was saying, that far north, you'd want to be in at least a local rainshadow, like the one on the east coast of the Olympic Peninsula -- like he said, damp mold veddy veddy bad for respiration, food, you name it.

You'd want instead a moderate climate somewhere between 35^o and 40 ^o latitude -- or SOUTH latitude. As in, a sheltered valley in the Chilean Andes or Patagonia with clean water and no unfriendly natives (a tough go in Argentina, google up our friend Ferfal, who now lives in Northern Ireland -- for safety).

If they'd let you keep your weapons (probably not), SW Australia, somewhere on the south shore facing the Archipelago of the Recherche (said he, having researched met atlases ages ago), might be a place to look. Or Tasmania, which is mostly horse country, but I think they grow truck there too.

Of course, they're probably both ass-deep in funnel-webs, and the waters full of blue-rings (they have them over in Victoria at the same latitude) and big hammerheads and great whites cruising offshore and coming up in the surf when they smell Drakkar Noir.

So inquire locally. Fire, as you know, is a big bush hazard in the southeast -- who knows about the southwest?

Some Russian and Danish astrophysicists and climatologists who have been busy debunking Michael Mann's "hockey stick" twaddle, think recent solar activity (lack of sunspot activity) bespeaks a slight reduction of solar output that might put us, they think, back in a cooling episode similar to the Dalton Minimum in the mid-18th century, when (until the early 20th century), canals in Holland and big glacial lakes in northern England froze over solidly for months every winter. (They don't any more.) In 1703 there was a legendary storm that chased Good Queen Anne into the basement of St. James's Palace (at the insistence of her faithful staff) and destroyed hundreds of ships in the English Channel. There were several years that featured summers similar to the infamous summer of (I think it was) 1962, when, the English said dourly, "Summer was on Tuesday." Crops failed, people went hungry, animals went to the knackers.

That all said, significant global cooling would mean famine as crops fail (like Greenland in the 1300's); in the Wisconsinian glacial epoch, the Mato Grosso was a savannah like the Serengeti today, without much rainfall.

Before the gradual cooling that commenced 4500 years ago (the end of the Climatic Optimum), there was no Arctic tundra, and the taiga grew to the (ice-free) water's edge of the (ice-free) Arctic Ocean, and broad rivers watered the Sahara and Arabia Felix (the "land of milk and honey").

Global warming equals higher precip equals food in plenty; global cooling equals global desiccation equals starvation. But people don't know that yet.

what would motivate an agenda to influence widespread expectation of societal collapse?

Maybe you should read up on Agenda 21.

Personally I think that we have a Global elite, and they are unhappy about all these useless food gobblers taking their pristine environment away from the rightful owners. Themselves of course.

“I didn’t realize those numbers. I’ll have to quote them to my mother who doesn’t understand why I don’t have a social life. I don’t consider a social life smiling and listening to morons talk.”

Your statement is typical of smarter people. They tend to select their friends according to their intellect (people who can understand what the they are saying), and don't want to waste their time in frivolous talk that means nothing. As a result, they tend to have less friends than those of lesser intelligence. And, less friends means less social life.

If your IQ is high enough to be in the upper 2% of the population, and Mensa indicates you are, that means 98 out of 100 people is less intelligent than you. That limits your field of smart people to chose from for meaningful conversation.

I've often said I have a character flaw because I have few friends and don't want an active social life because it wastes my time. Every time the opportunity presents itself, I don't do it. That is the same thing you did with the book club - you quit that.

“I’m a prepper because those who don’t learn from history are bound to repeat it...”

That is exactly why I prep. History says chaos will happen - nothing is static, change always happens and sometimes it is for the better and sometimes it's for the worse. It is for that “worse” that preppers prep.

I would say that high intelligence is difficult to manage because such a person doesn't “fit” comfortably with the majority of people.

The husband of my sister-in-law is a genius and he says people he knows have called him “weird”. He is because he doesn't fit.

Thanks for your post.

I appreciate your reply and understanding. I generally try to smile, be nice and compassionate. My older sister is generally just a short tempered, nasty biotch to people because she can’t suffer the less intelligent. It gets really old trying to make small talk, and make a joke or innuendo no one gets. And then, yes, people think I’m weird and don’t understand me. My ex-husband had a genius IQ, my daughter is near genius. Thankfully, she is patient, kind and tries to get along with everyone. The really important things though are that she has common sense and wisdom.

Working in a teaching hospital, I couldn’t believe the number of doctors that were supposedly the best and brightest that had no common sense. The top student of my nursing class tried to ambulate a double amputee. I’ll take common sense over brains any day. The two should go hand in hand, but they don’t. That hits the core of why to prep. Some of us figured out, that gee, if the truck can’t get through because of snow, flooding, etc, (never mind the apocalypse) it might be a good idea to have stuff on hand because the sheeple will be clearing out the stores.

When we entered the first Gulf War, I said to my dad that it might be a good idea to have some extra food on hand. He cocked his head and thought about it as I pointed out that ration cards were issued in WWII, and who knew where the war would lead. I was bowled over he actually took my advice. Maybe growing up next to farm country with the idea of storing food for the long winter gives one a different perspective. It’s just hard to understand how we got away from that idea in such a short time. How many storms, hurricanes, floods, etc. do we have to go through before people wake up? I guess we have to say “Zombies” to get their attention.

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