Neanderpundit

When I was a kid, it was still not unusual to see people building fallout shelters. I would imagine that the height of this was a couple years after I was born, these documents from the Civil Defense are an artifact of a different time, a time when people were afraid of what would happen if the Soviets decided to go batshit crazy.

There’s a similar mentality going on now, TV shows building underground bunkers and people making plans for the Zombie apocalypse.

Living like a Morlock has never appealed to me. Having dealt with my share of groundhogs in the past, I know an underground bunker is vulnerable to the first guy to show up with a honeydipper filled with sewage and a core drill. I’m not sure if the people spending that kind of money on those places have given that any thought.

Whatever the case, if the shit really hits the fan, being stationary will work for about the first week, and then you’re gonna need some sleep. The way this works is you have people you can trust, and you have multiple places to go, and you keep moving. If you decide you’re going to bugout to an undisclosed location and hole up there, you’d better have a private army, and be able to keep them supplied.

I am glad I never learned this for myself; I’m priveleged to know people who have lived through this in other places, and have shared their knowledge with me. I certainly intend to take that instruction to heart.

Fish fish.

Fish fish, fish fish. Fish.

Fish.

it was a couple year old Quattroporte, but it was obviously someone not afraid to drive, there was a little ding in one rim and curb crease in one of the rockers. It was an old man color- I think they call it ‘Alfa grey’ and the front rims were mostly brake dust. To me, all the signs of someone who appreciates the car and uses it hard.

So why was he letting me pass him? I was on the outside and it was a big sweeping curve, he had me by speed, agility, and ponies.

And then I saw them. A black Ford 500 with gummmint tags, about a half mile ahead, and another, about a half mile behind. I looked to my left, he looked at me, and he was clearly not pleased. he was being herded, and didn’t seem to be happy about the herding. Poor bugger. I hope he wasn’t in too much trouble. But if he was, could I have the car?