For quite a while I got into reading TEOTWAWKI novels and I read quite a few. Some of them were very good and most were entertaining but I was reading them as novels – works of fiction. They were written as such, were intended as such and I read them as such.
They all had a fairly common theme – the main characters all knew somebody that had a lot of land and had prepared for the the shit that was going down – tons of food, power supplies, pallets of ammo, plus there was at least one SF trained badass in the group. You know what I mean. But they were works of fiction.
Seriously, how many of you know somebody that has a highly defensible sizable piece of land with several years of food and ammo on hand with an SF badass just hanging around willing to lend a hand?
I don’t – and I spent almost half of my life around and in the military, have been trying to stockpile ammo and food for several years and recently moved to a small piece of property in rural Tennessee. What I’ve ended up with is maybe 6 months worth of lean rations, a few thousand rounds of ammo, a couple of acres and the very few badass soldiers I’ve known are either elderly or dead. Fact of life, people get old no matter how fucking tough they were in their 20s, 30s and even 40s. Hell, I was considered a badass in my younger years but I’m on the near side of 60 now. Those days are gone, Bro. My running and gunning days are gone – I can’t recall the last time I ran
five two miles. Okay, I walked a half mile at a swift pace the other day, but that was pushing it. It’s been 15 years since I’ve heard the crack of a bullet going past my head.
I’m not alone here. I realize that most of my readers are older than I am. The main thing we have in common is a memory of the things used to be when we were youngsters and a fervent desire for a return to that time. And we’re willing to die to restore that for our grandkids. Our kids were lost – we lost them when we weren’t paying attention to the bullshit they were being taught in school, but we caught on when we realized the difference the grandbabies were taught, common core, socialism and all that. I may be wrong there, I never had any kids but I do have grandbabies through a second marriage and that’s when I caught on.
We have a III% movement, supposedly our hope and saviors – in their eyes, anyways.
Fuck that. 99.9% of organized III Percenters are a fucking joke whether it’s the Georgia Security Force or the III Percent Society or 99% of the militias in the United States today. A National Guard or Army Reserve unit can roll their asses up without a single loss on their end and we’re not even gonna talk about a regular army line infantry unit. Most of these wannabe commandos have never been in any kind of a conflict since their last fistfight in high school. You’ve got people like Kerodin that consider themselves to be leaders, yet he has never had a shot fired at him in anger and has zero military, tactical or outdoors experience. He claims to own a highly defensible mountaintop with supplies but apparently he’s never heard that air power automatically negates that. Not only that, he evidently doesn’t realize that water flows downhill – you need a source of water to survive more than a week and mountaintops don’t have a year-round supply of water. A week long siege in the summer and he’s done and that’s without the federales dropping a single fucking bomb or firing a shot.
Survivalists – the father of my wife’s grandkids lives in town but has a ‘plan’ to hide out in the woods and survive. Who’s woods? Tennessee has very little public land and I seriously doubt any landowners are going to allow any squatters to take up their precious resources. I know I won’t – you won’t be shooting my deer, squirrels or rabbits. That’s MY food. And if I catch you raiding my garden I will shoot you in the fucking head.
The last two scenarios are fantasies, not plans. Fan-ta-sies.
Story lines from fictional books – that’s what the III percent movement of today is made of.
Strength is in determination and resources, not fantasies. Stockpile as many supplies as you can, consolidate them with neighbors and stick together. Form Neighborhood Protection Groups.
Be prepared to hunker down for 90 days. Those are your best plans. Fend for yourself and don’t expect anybody to ride to the rescue, particularly the III Percenters – hell, after spending years as one I’m convinced they’re going to be the marauders, not the saviors they claim to be. What fucking difference does it make who’s control you’re going to be under? Control is control.
Here’s the deal: Buy 90 days worth of rations – they don’t have to be the fancy survival bucket meals with desserts from walmart, just get 90 days worth of high calorie foodstuffs. Lay in 90 days worth of fuel – gasoline, wood for the winter, that sort of thing. Stockpile a few thousand rounds of ammo. Buy a water purification system, Sawyer has good deals. Get to know your neighbors, be willing to share resources and form Neighborhood Protection Groups where each neighbor shares the resources they have and you’ll be fine.