In fact, I would probably pick you off personally from any number of locations while my wife systematically wiped out your boyfriends. This would happen after your “gang” fired first, of course. We would not initiate any hostilities until forced to do so for our own safety.
It is common knowledge (at least among the educated) that you never keep all your money in one pocket, or your food in one place for that matter. You have the idiotic idea that people that store food in case of an emergency are unarmed. A fool you are, as well as a disgrace to Free Republic.
You are admitting that you would steal food at gunpoint from a family that had the foresight to prepare? Would you kill the family to feed your expanding gut?
Yes, you are a little twit of a man, and yes, you should bow to my immense badness.
Molon Labe, you little pimp.
Let’s put it this way. Your little cul-de-sac is the Netherlands and the Nazis are coming. Some guy is going to form a big gang and give you a decision: join it or die. Militarily, he’s going to have the Special Forces guys and you are going to have the clerks. He’s going to hit your cul-de-sac with massive firepower and simply overwhelm you. That’s why all these survival stories melt into silliness. They don’t deal with the realities of the situation.
Meanwhile, I’m up here in Switzerland. Surrounded by mountains and hunters, camping in hollows and hillsides. There’s nothing up here worth dying for. We can hunt deer until doomsday up here. Everytime they come to look for us, we aren’t there.
All the guns in the world ain’t gonna help you if you are sitting on a pile of stuff that other people want. You need the law. Without the law, you cul-de-sac warriors are fair game for the big dogs. But don’t worry, I won’t take your stuff. That wouldn’t be right.
You’ll give it to me.