The scene: A large city surburban area. Smoke is coming from several buildings. Angry people are walking and running, carrying guns and bottles of flamable liquid. We are in a relatively untouched suburb but it has crowds of rioters collecting.
Suburbanite: Hold it everybody. I am a Prepper and I almost have my survival retreat almost ready. The 20" squares of marble flooring aren't laid as yet but we almost have them bought and paid for. We have our organic non-hybrid seed bought in volume and stored on the site. Our kids rooms are almost completed and the solar power system will give us enough juice to keep them amused. Could you PLEASE stop rioting and let us have the time to get our place built? We only need two more years at the most and then we will be glad if you burn the city down. Honest!
Rioter 1: What the fuck you talkin'about muthafuker? We be starving here and you want us to starve for another two years so you can get away clean? Shut yo' muthafukin' mouth!
Suburbanite: Wait. You don't understand. We became aware of what you are aware of three years ago and started our getaway plans. We are in this with you. We want you to get out too! We aren't asking anyone to die for us but to just give us some more time?
Rioter 2: Tell us how many poor people you are taking with you! How many poor folks are you willing to feed? Have you got housing for them? Who are they and why aren't they here with you to protect you and your family?
Suburbanite: I don't really have a group going with me. I've never talked to anyone about joining forces. But I sure am ready to talk about it now! Who wants to join?
Rioter 1: Where you goin'? How far is it? Can you take 50 or 100 people!
Suburbanite: I can take a bunch but I don't have the vehicles or the fuel to do it. Can you help out on that?
Rioter 1: We can get the cars and maybe a few trucks to haul the people. The fuel may come by force but we will get it. Will you be leading us there?
Suburbanite: I sure will lead you there. 50 or 100 people sounds like a good force for growing food and doing the security. Have you got guns and ammo?
Rioter 2: We got all the AK's you want and all the ammo you can haul. Tons of both.
Suburbanite: This is sounding better all the time. We could go real soon if we had lots of building materials to take with us. I could make up a list pretty quick if you can get the stuff.
Rioter 1: You write it down and we will be ready in a day or two. Can you be ready to go by then?
Suburbanite: Hell yes I can be ready. This is a great thing! We actually have a chance to survive with this big a force.
Rioter 2: We'll be ready. Just give us the list and don't ask any questions about how we got the stuff. We'll keep in touch and have the supplies in two days. Write it down. Let's get this show on the road. We got hungry women and kids.
Suburbanite: Well, a couple of you come inside and I will make up a list. Can you keep the place calm?
Rioter 2: Hell yes. We are all from the same 'hood and we know who can take care of business.
Suburbanite: Fine. We get down to brass tacks. You two come on inside so we can talk while I write.
Rioter 1: [He turns and faces the crowd.] We are gong in here and make plans for a future we never had before. Keep everything cool and don't let anybody start any shit. We are going to save ourselves!
The crowd of rioters cheer and the three men go inside the house to make the plans for their future.
See how I made this all come out good in the end? See how I made the parties concerned rational and thinking? See how I didn't have a scene where the rioters just see the suburbanite and shoot him down in cold blood and fire his house? Notice that there wasn't a scene where his wife and kids are raped and murdered? It is kinda nice when your keyboard controls humanity. You can make 'em do whatever you want.
But let us consider tha chances of this scene working out the way it did. Would you go for one in a million? How about one in ten million? Would you go for a snowball's chance in Hell? Did you notice that none of the rioters asked any questions about the land and what went with it? It's really a jerk-off play, modeled after fairy tales. And making it in the suburbs during a national catastrophe is a fairy tale.
Jim Dakin and Mickey Creekmore have gone to the land and are getting ready as best they can. They are not waiting for things to be "right". They are preparing for things to be WRONG. I personally know men who do business on three continents and they say shit is getting pretty deep out there in the world. And these men aren't scared, they are just very cautious. And they fully understand the concept of jingle mail. If the shit hits the fan they will simply mail in the keys and go home.
Aint no mortgage on the house in the country. The gardens go in on May 10th.