I almost came to the party late.
As a boy I was always dressing up in camo and sneaking thru backyards without being seen or caught. I had "gear caches" that if/when the Russians invaded i was all set to go "Red Dawn". I had my Ruger 10/22 broken down and kept it packed in a knapsack along with camo clothes and paint, JIC. Then I found girls and that faded away during high school. After high school I joined Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. I learned about small arms and Big Guns and small unit tactics. I enjoyed my time in the Marines but had knee surgery and was discharged. It happened right as I was getting out anyway, so it worked out. Fast forward 13 years to 35. It only took me 32 years to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. So I am pursuing a teaching career. So my Sugar Momma is supporting me while I go to college.
I have my views and for me, they work. YMMV considerably. I don't believe in any conspiracy theories. Tin Foil Brigade members tend to piss me off. But sometimes I say to myself "What if ?"
I don't prepare for TEOTWAWKI, I prepare for the time after it.
Lweson
