What Bible are you reading? God commanded you to love your neighbor, not trade her like chattel. You may be severely disappointed at the end of your days.
"...What Bible are you reading? God commanded you to love your neighbor, not trade her like chattel. You may be severely disappointed at the end of your days..."You miss the point entirely. My overall goal is not to own young, tan, lithe, firm, bra-less females, although that would be a definite plus in a time when the cable goes out. No, the goal is to snap my acquaintances out of their apathetic, consumerism-as-god stupor. If anybody thinks they can just glom on to me and my preps simply because I'm a Bible-thumper, well, that dog don't hunt. When TSHTF, they are more than welcome to eat their big screen TV and fancy new car. I'll even lend them a steak knife to help them cut it up into tiny pieces.
Since you are Biblically astute, you certainly are aware that God commands us to prepare for lean times and store up extra food. To ignore this edict is not only stupid, but goes against the word of God.
And you be nice when referring to my new ottoman as chattel. Her name is Debbie, and she provides a welcome place to rest my weary feet after a long day of directing my minions.
You may be severely disappointed at the end of your daysI will be severely disappointed if the females at my door are not lithe and firm, or are wearing bras. They had the opportunity to prepare, but instead they spent $3000 a year on pedicures and weekly happy hours with their vapid, shallow friends. The thing is, no one can see their feet in my dark dungeon, so all that money spent was moot!