What did you do this weekend?
It is a litany I hear every week on the first day of the week.
“Oh, not much.” I will reply.
I have given up on trying to warn these Sheeple as to the coming collapse and tough times. In fact, now I regret trying to tell some of them anything at all. The possibility that they might remember me telling them might come back to them once the collapse is in full swing and food is hard to find.
The first one to step into my office will say the same thing, word for word with out fail each week. I have known him since High School, but he has a Sheeple attitude. He hunts and generally gets his deer, but that is about the extent of his survival skills. He can’t stay home, and is on the go every day and twice as much on the weekend.
The next one in is worse off than the first. He enters the room and asks me if I had a good weekend, not really wanting to know, it is just his opening into the one sided conversation about what he did all weekend. All conversations are about him and what he did or is going to do. He is another that can not stay home for the life of him. His wife and daughter are the same, on the go constantly. Spend, spend, spend.
There are others with similar questions and responses, but these two are the average mentality.
So I do not tell them that I worked on the
Alexandria Project all weekend, or that I loaded magazines because it gave me a small comfort knowing that I was good to go there, or that I learned that three stripper clips of 8mm will fit (tightly) in a SKS chest rig pocket designed for 7.62x39mm strippers, or that every payday I buy groceries at a ratio of 30% canned to 30% dry to 40% fresh (including frozen), or that I repacked my Get Home Bag to include some of the items from lessons learned as I worked out a storyline regarding such.
Would they understand the value of such things? Probably not! It does not fit their narrow version of reality, where the gas flows freely (not necessarily cheaply) and running around is their entertainment. I am not against sight seeing and visiting places of interest, unless done at the expense of preparing for hard times.
These people will be a problem come collapse, as they have few resources to deal with the problems they will encounter. At least one will be able to keep meat on the table for as long as his meager ammo supply holds out. He buys a box of 20 cartridges every year or so as he only fires enough to sight in his rifle and what he needs to kill his deer.
I no longer tell him he should stock up or start reloading. It’s like talking to a brick wall.
The other has a wife that stocks up some. They will eat for a while, at least until those that have none learn of his supplies, and then they will come and take them by force, as he is a pacifist. “The lord will protect me” is his motto. The lord helps those who help themselves, and he gives many examples of such in the bible. I don't have much hope for his familys survival. He is looking to refinance now, not to save the money or to buy any preps, but to have more to spend on running around.
So, welcome to my Monday (Tuesday this week), and the inevitable parade of Sheeple.
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