GENOCIDE
Ready for the genocide? Do I hear, “what genocide?”. How do you think we are going to get rid of a
minimum of six and a half billion people?
Everyone just stays home until they die of hunger? Or is a new Barnyard Flue going to
effortlessly kill everyone off and you can pull off some unicorn fantasy by
surviving off salvaged canned goods?
First, cans might have been feasible in Earth Abides ( Dog, how I
despise that turd! ) but now most everything is frozen, pushing the costs from
producer to consumer, and second, too many preppers think we deserve an Easy
Collapse.
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You can pull on your Leftard pants
and pin on a Special Victims Unit citation and go on about childhood hunger and
how the schools need to serve three meals a day plus snack ( all serving soy,
naturally ), but by and large pretty much nobody suffered growing up during
global empire. We might all always be
hungry from malnutrition, but starving calorically we are not. We are hence spoiled rotten to our very
core. Spare me tales of childhood abuse
from alcoholic parents and such, if you had enough to eat you had it better
than most people throughout history.
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When you honestly truly fear hunger,
your mind is wonderfully clarified.
There is no longer any White People Problems clogging your motivation or
focus. Something almost none of us ever
faced except marginally and very only short periods of time ( fasting is not
the same. Knowing food is available has
a completely different effect ). If any
of you had actually ever been in fear of calorie deficit, I would have
absolutely nothing to discuss with any of you as you would have already made
all the easy correct choices.
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You would have been making fun of ME,
for being lazy and slothful. You would
have been teaching ME about living frugally off grid in the best locations to
avoid people. And I’ve BARELY even any
real knowledge of hunger myself, only being poor without options with food only
being unavailable in quantity or choice.
We are ALL unable to fathom true hunger, literally. Yet, given my very limited exposure and how
it radically changed my life, can you guess what is going to happen to the tens
of millions in your automobile assisted area of operations when true hunger
dawns on them?
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When I was down to zero grocery money
and no food in the cupboards, I still had a years-worth of wheat I could have
eaten. But just that alone was enough to
freak me out. First, because to me that
was sacred apocalypse only food and hence no groceries at all, and second
because I hadn’t yet started living off of wheat for most of my daily
calories. I had lived mostly without
wheat since I was a teenager, a break of almost twenty years. Which was why lack of groceries was such a
shock. I had been living off of the
standard middle class American diet.
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And I had been living paycheck to
paycheck for my groceries, barely any extra in my pantry except for variety
items I barely cared for. All my Y2K now
unneeded groceries ( dry goods such as pasta, mashed potatoes ) had been rather
quickly eaten at the day to day menu. I
wasn’t exactly living in the lap of luxury but instead child support had just
caught up to me as I unwisely took on too much house because of the delinquent
stepdaughter.
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When I met the most recent ex-wife, I
had a roommate in an apartment. I met
her, I moved in and just paid the utilities ( her now ex-mother in law was
letting her stay there after the divorce since her son wasn’t paying support
). That was REALLY helpful as I
frantically stocked up for Y2K. Well,
once it was discovered that the wife was now living with someone else, she got
kicked out of the home. Actually, I
think the step daughter had really pissed off grandma, so it could have been a
combination. Anyway, we needed our own
place quick.
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I scraped together $500 or whatever
it was plus the $175 lot rent and got a pay-to-own mobile home. The thing was from the 60’s and had cast iron
plumbing, so the complete price was around two grand. I paid it off that next tax return. And I should have stayed there. But no, it was a tiny one bedroom and the
wife wanted a room for her daughter, even though the stupid bitch was always
running away and lived there less than a week each month ( the end of the
screened porch was a storage shed which became her room but the only access was
through our bedroom ).
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My only defense for such stupidity
was that it was about a year into our relationship and the sex was still really
damn good. Who says no to that while in
their thirties? Well, that was the
beginning of the end as I then had no savings and far less take home pay and
now a house payment along with rent. The
first “new” mobile home, the wife actually went and got a job for the first
time ever and so I had been blinded by that also.
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There had still been the down payment
and the roof repairs and the slight increase in bills, but I soldiered on. But then just a few months later, for
whatever exact reason I cannot remember now, she talked me into moving yet
again ( if I recall correctly, one element was that the park manager was
turning out to be a crook and there was rumors of him also selling the place to
a developer so we felt we better move while we could ). That was the death blow, as we put down the
next year’s tax return to get the 20%+ down.
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And then the wife promptly quit work. I started out with $175 rent on a
$500 take home pay and now suddenly I had a $250 lot rent and a $250 mobile
home loan payment. You do the math. I went to apply for Food Stamps but an all-female
diversity cast down at the office degreed that I made too much money ( paying
child support, medical insurance and arrears [ after they ruled to increase my
payments from the divorce agreement amount, I was in debt for the difference
from what I had been paying ] was not subtracted from my gross ).
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You might imagine that this week was
a bit stressful. I had completely run
out of food and now I had to start paying the phone bill, Internet access and
the utility bill on credit cards. That
there is a spiral you can never recover from.
The Catholic food bank was very helpful but they only gave out a small
bag ( I went back once more, and when we moved from Florida they got paid back
twenty-fold. Between that and parochial
school I am still fond of LOCAL Papists.
The global HQ, not so much ).
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Y2K had really woken me up to needing
much better preps, more than just a year’s wheat and a handgun ( with a few
minor extras ). But I didn’t really have
any clue of Food First until that week we had no groceries. We were truly out of food, as I knew better
than to buy any on the credit card ( those were for home repair emergencies and
the aforementioned utility bills ). That
was the week the old fable of ONLY A Years-Worth Of Food For The Apocalypse
died.
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That was the week I completely
changed my diet. That was the week I
REALLY grasped the fact I needed to live below my income, no matter what I was
or wasn’t making. It was the week the
middle class dream died for me, giving me quite a few years head start on the
shock of the housing bubble. That was
the week I rented out both of our bedrooms to get the food flowing again. Sleeping on the floor in the living room on a
mattress of rolled up behind the couch blankets? No problem, now.
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Because I had food. See what I mean about just a minor brush with
hunger? Major lifestyle changes were not
even open to debate or cause for extra stress.
The transition was as simple as could be. Because FOOD.
I have a small metric butt ton more to expand on, as I’m just getting
warmed up on genocide. Continued
tomorrow.
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