PERSONAL PREP PLAN
I’m not sure how many of you are already tired of hearing the same information, easily enough angered at its repetition that you just might tear your laptop out of its wall socket and hurdle the contraption at the wall, but per a minions question I thought I should cover my personal plans for escaping the coming orgy of violence. My short answer is, my escape plans suck. But, since I try not to give short answers around here because I am of a special breed and not of the herd who gets away with as little writing as possible for their inflated salaries, I must follow that up with a very long answer. Which, as a bonus, will be convoluted as well.
As a lad, even growing up in California ( choke, cough, spit ), I was never exposed to crowds or even much in the way of urban life. We always lived out in the sticks. On top of my relative isolation I am an introvert and need my Me/Alone Time. Crowds blow. Usually when I lived in areas far too crowded, the Evil Spawn Of Satan the ex, the Baby Mamma, can usually be found as the culprit. No amount of money was too much being free of her ( and, no amount of money was enough for her, also ). I was tied to the yoke of employment which couldn’t be interrupted for near two decades, because of her.
By blind dumb luck I finally came to understand my ineptitude as a LEO ( I‘m reflective, not reactive. That is why I wargame so much on preps. I need to know how to act beforehand ). My plan to be a cop derailed and I was left with little choice but the default option of retail work. Little did I consciously understand, I had joined the only growth industry not needing a college education ( I wasn’t some poor schmuck forced to join the military because of finances. After my mom remarried-gaining her needed security-the step dad would have paid my way through college. I wanted to join the military. And I didn’t even care about the travel-I just wanted to kill stuff ).
By working retail, and not being picky about my wages, I had my job security. I never went more than a few days between jobs when I decided to move ( and decide to move often, I did ). Once the child support payments started, it was even more important I stay employed at all times. Bitch be crazy and was on a first name basis with those Oh So Friggin Nice folks down at the support enforcement office ( she took me back to court to get more money, and did despite a clear dictate to the contrary in the original divorce. She also had threatening official letters in the mail one week after I missed my first payment in fifteen years due to my first prolonged unemployment ).
The drawback to needing employment security was that you needed to live in a fair size city. You needed there to be an abundance of jobs begging for workers. I didn’t have the luxury of picking a small town that lacked jobs rather than workers. I didn’t have to keep moving, and I did keep my jobs two to three years ( it was hard to deal with the stupidity and incompetence and boredom much past that ), but I was fairly nomadic and I needed there to be a job no matter what if I did move ( for instance, if even the cheapest rents kept moving up ).
So, not only was there the financial stress of the divorce, I was also dealing with asshat jobs in too big of cities ( in one, I moved a few months after one of the stores in the chain had an employee beat to death with bats by a group of Disadvantaged Inner City Minorities ). I was grossing too much to qualify for Food Stamps, yet at times my take home was so low I had an issue getting groceries. Are you seeing the pattern here? It was a spiraling downward path. I didn’t even dare earn too much more money, as I would just get my payments adjusted again, then I would lose THAT job and be earning less but paying more. Bitch was so vindictive I was paying medical insurance on the kids who couldn’t use it because they were out of state, as they were on that states free medical anyway.
I was making $12.50 and hour full time ( back when that was a big deal ) and bringing home $500 a month. I don’t bring all this up to feel sorry for myself. I’m trying to paint a picture as to my mindset. I’ve been hungry, unaware how I’d get groceries. I’ve been in situations where no matter what you did things just kept getting worse. From age 30 to 47 I lived in poverty, most of that time near or in the ghettos, and this forms the bulk of my prepping planning. I wasn’t going to go back to that situation. Now, I was a survivalist way before that. Call it about the age 15 on. I grew up in the Cold War like most of you. But back then, you pretty much knew you were dead if you couldn’t afford a fallout shelter.
Yes, any poor boy could build a cheap fallout shelter. But remember, I grew up in California. Between tours of duty in the military, I was still living there ( I tried escaping multiple times but found foreign cultures disorientating. I didn‘t leave for good until age 28 ). Buying was never even the faintest option. And it was a bit hard conceiving of an expedited shelter in a small apartment. Well, it didn’t really matter once the Soviets imploded, but up until that time you just rolled the dice on dying in the apocalypse. Hell, even after the Soviet Union kicked it, they still could have initiated a nuclear exchange ( it wasn’t until later I figured out the US was the primary and nearly sole aggressor ).
So, I went from nuclear holocaust fatalism to being near exclusively focused on economic survival. It has taken constant research for years to realize the nuances of civilization collapse. It wasn’t until I arrived at my present location ( the one chosen primarily focused on economic collapse survival ) that I began to appreciate the fact that economic survival was just the FIRST step in prepping. Well, doesn’t that friggin suck?! All this work, and it was just a baby step? Damn it all! So, I did what I could financially to bulk out into civilization collapse prepping.
That was what I was doing from the end of child support payments to my move into town, every spare nickel into beefing up for a more serious collapse. Which, obviously, was built on the wrong foundation ( that of economic collapse ). For instance, I didn’t have End O Da World amounts of ammunition as much as I had Defend Yourself Because The Cops Won’t amounts. I wasn’t unaware of total collapse, obviously. I just had focused 99% on economic collapse and fatalistically accepted my piss poor civilization collapse preps. They were back at Cold War Nukes and Conventional Wisdom 12 month preps levels. You know, the twelve buckets of wheat, a rifle or two and a few hundred rounds of ammo ( with bonus grinder and filter ).
I’ll cover that tomorrow, and why circumstances limited those preps, and then how once I moved into town my preparations once again reverted to Economic Collapse preps. Then the fun of old age started kicking in. Believe me, no one knows better than I how far I need to go to prepare. I’m really not attempting to live different than how I preach. All that covered.
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Did you ever happen to catch the stupid commercial below Jim? Yeah, I’m gonna go out and drop the cost of a home in a red state on an electric car, so that I can look like George Jetson, rather than Fred Flintstone (That’s the premise; if you don’t get one “you’re unenlightened and behind the times”) and own a car with an 80 mile range. Sure, you can get one with a longer range for a hell of a lot more money, but I wonder how they plan on charging all these cars once everyone is driving them (so they think). For that matter, who is it that they think will be buying these cars?ReplyDelete
It looked really familiar. I'm sure I saw it at one time. If not, just another retarded commercial. Few get me that riled, but I think that is just because the bar is set so high now.Delete
Good of you to pull back the veil Lord Bison. It seems that you've had your share of adversity, but that's part of what made you into what you are today. It takes some stones to tell one's own story when its not all peaches and cream. Looking forward to your follow up.ReplyDelete
It's easy when your ego get battered down enough that you turn into a honey badger :)Delete
Good post. You’ve led an interesting life, and have your diploma from the school of hard knocks. Didn’t know that there were times that you lived in such close proximity to ghetto danger.ReplyDelete
Damn, that ex-wife needed to have an accident, via encounter with the same folks as Nicole Brown Simpson, and Ron Goldman ( Remember, OJ’s still looking for the real perpetrators :D ) which would have been unfortunate, but Chris Rock would have understood :D
You know, it never hit me until just now, but OJ was THE original Knock Out Game perp. That is what pro sports worship gets you, ultimately, a target on Whitey's back.Delete