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.
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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