Let’s face it: we feel better when we feel like we’re part of a community. It’s a simple fact and a biological one. By and large and with few exceptions, human beings are social animals. The concept of fellowship is in our DNA. It’s why we join civic groups, political parties, and even churches.
Needless to say, when one of us sheeple wakes up from the proverbial matrix of the herd-mind and begins to see just how fragile the world we live in really is, one of the first things we want to do is wake up others that we care about to the need for reasonable preparations. The only problem is that, in doing so, you are announcing to the world that when the lights go 7.62×39 hunting ammo out you’ll be the guy with a generator and lots of fuel; and, when the shelves are bare you’ll be eating well. How long do you think it will take the guy you eat lunch with at work and tried unsuccessfully to bring around to remember where he can find a stocked pantry when he’s on his second day without food?
Now, in that situation, you’re faced with two choices: you either turn your back on him or he becomes your responsibility and it is now your job to look after him and whatever family or ragtag band he brings with him. You could, I suppose, contend that a third option would be to give them a hot meal and a warm bed and then send them away. I reject that notion, however, because they would just come back a few days later and you’d be right back to the first set of options, only this time they’d be even more desperate knowing you’d already sent them away once.
I, for one, doubt I could turn my back on them. Therefore, I fully envision that if the worst case scenario ever occurs I will have family and a small number of friends (those whom I’ve confided my beliefs in and are aware of my preps) for which to care. The only two provisos I claim in a TEOTWAKI scenario are that my family comes first and everyone who wants to eat must be willing to work.
But, lately, a troubling trend has emerged. I touched on this topic in a post I wrote on 28 February and followed-up in my 1 March response to a letter from a reader. This is the recent rush to buy guns and ammo that we’re seeing all over the place. People are afraid (and, rightfully so, I might add) that the current presidential administration and legislature are going to wage a war on the 2nd Amendment, and so guns and ammo are flying off store shelves and mostly into the hands of people who aren’t going to have a crust of bread to eat if things really get bad. It reminds me of a post I read a few years ago on an internet bulletin board (can’t recall which one) where a guy said (jokingly, I hope) that his preps consisted of a shotgun, several thousand shells, and a handwritten list of the names and addresses of his preparedness-minded friends.
Scary, huh? I hope it makes you think twice before sharing a lot of personal information on your website or blog. Unfortunately, I’m in a position where giving out a little information about myself is more or less required. As proprietor of a new home-based business, it looks a little shady when you hide things about yourself, all the while asking people to trust you with their credit card numbers. Even with that in mind, though, I would never give the exact location of my homestead online. To do so in today’s world would be foolhearty, to say the very least