EVERY MAN A KINGDOM
The visual of a bloated monarch
resting slovenly about his throne, throwing half eaten turkey haunches to his
hounds, guzzling ale and resting his hand up the skirt of a serving wench is
addictive to some to be sure ( “it’s good to be king” as Mel Brooks would say
), if not overly realistic. Sure, as one
corporate Everyman after another dreamed of fallout filled skies as they clandestinely
shoveled a bomb shelter out from under the tulip bed might have wished to be
king to ascertain an actual meaningful life out of their grey and pathetic existences,
but we all know that more realistically we are just going to be some black boil
bearing vermin infested limping from an unset bone unshaved serf that toils for
the pleasure and substance of a cruel overlord in a post-apocalypse
playground. Just as I’m sure that either
the total collapse of western civilization will ensue one year prior to my
collecting Social Security or President Michele Obammy will cut the benefits to
reflect no more purchasing power than 1200 calories a day of gruel, so to will
we work hard, fight gloriously to survive the die-off, and yet still end up
dead or enslaved for all our troubles.
Because in the end, only one man can be king and all others mere
peasants and as they say: today ain’t looking too good for you and tomorrow doesn’t
look so good either.
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Yet.
Ah, the caveat we all cling to embarrassingly. And yet.
When this great big ball of feces catches fire and implodes taking
global industrial civilization with it, two very simple things are going to
happen. 93.3% to 98.7% of us ( note how
I project confidence and daring do intellect by giving scientifically exact
numbers just like the federal government when they completely fabricate
statistics ) are going to die from starvation, disease and gunshot wounds and
our global perspective is going to instantly contract to the radius of little
more than from five to twenty miles. That is the new scope of the survivors
lives. Some few such as the eventually
emerging merchants or nomads will have a slightly broader horizon but for most
of us what we can walk is our new and complete universe. Which means there are going to be a lot of
little budding Hitler’s and Napoleon’s out there. When we drastically decentralize, there are
going to be a lot of little local warlords.
I wouldn’t want to be the king of a little craphole country the size of
an old county ( too much stress and worries about being disposed ), but then we
seldom get what we want. In the early
days of the collapse, you just might have to take leadership just to
survive. In the new reality, he who
humps first gets humped last. Sorry we
can’t all just get along and sing cumbiya around the old stewpot fire, but the
offensive immorally is a lot better than the righteous and moral
defensive. Just remember, YOUR tribe is
who you are moral with. The enemy is
sub-human pig-dogs worthy only of extermination.
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Off topic but a rant. We all know that package sizing is shrinking in an attempt to hide inflation but have you bought toilet paper lately. I went to China mart and the rolls have shrunk but half. Says 60% more? WTF? More what. I wish I had stored more of the big rolls. Rant off.
ReplyDeleteI carefully compare square footage on TP to keep getting the best deal ( softness is only a factor for the weak and stewpot bound ). Wal-Mart brand, mid size which is I believe 12 rolls. The 4 or 6 roll is worthless. The super giant family pack is more expensive per sq. ft. Go with the middle size. Not as much wasted space either.
Delete"our global perspective is going to instantly contract to the radius of little more than five to twenty miles."
ReplyDeleteI've read that as well, Jim. For our ancestors in the Middle Ages, a horse was an impossible luxury ( I guess they used oxen and family members to pull plows) which meant that their whole world was the distance they could walk to, and return from, in a day.
Our local example was the chain of church run missions up the California coast ( I visited almost every one as a child ). Each carefully situated one days comfortable walk from the other.
DeleteNow, now, sometimes it is good to acknowledge that the tribe three counties over is acceptably human - keeps down the inbreeding. But not those @$$#%$ next county over, they are obviously demonic spawn of pigs and dogs and need to be fed to our version of the same.
ReplyDeleteNah, the actual common result will be to enslave them and sell them to the tribe 4 tribes over on the other side. get good trade goods and them well out of your hair. Neutering of the males will also be prevalent.
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