Tuesday, October 20, 2009


So okay, it starts. The collapse is on. What will happen first? Most likely it will be a run on the banks. People will be trying to get their money so that they can buy what we have been buying for a couple of years. They will be met with a resounding NO WAY, JOSE! The banks are not going to let the money get out. They might even be blocked by the fedgov. There will be strenuous pounding on the doors but that will not open those bank vaults. The banks will have heavy police protection, more than likely. That will be in case some of you have those carbon cutting-rods that will cut steel a foot thick. Lead is heavier than carbon. Those not pounding on bank doors and bewailing their fate will more than likely be trying to buy stuff with checks, credit cards, and maybe some cash. Cash may get you somewhere down the road but the other stuff is chicken feed. And even cash may not do it for you. It's a collapse, remember?

And what about the services the cities are so famous for? Garbage pick-up? For-get-it. No money to pay the guys on the trucks and no money to pay the guys at the dump site. No fuel to make the trucks go anyhow. The dollar is in collapse, remember? And the sewer system? Don't make me laugh. They will shut down quicker than anyone. They might just turn the valves to full open and then go home. Then again, they might not. The schools will be closed because the system cannot guarantee the safety of its teachers. And they can't pay them. The banks are shut down. The food storage in the school cafeterias will be looted, first by the kitchen help and then teachers and the rest will be left for looters. And the looters will be looking for handouts, believe it. The electrical system will be iffy at first and them probably shut down. They won't be able to buy parts to fix anything anyhow. And they can't pay the linemen to repair any thing because the banks are shut down. Then a fire breaks out and there ain't going to be anyone to put it out. Water pressure is too low anyhow. And the firetrucks are low on fuel and can't get anymore. Too bad, Baby.

Now we go visit Paul the Prepper out at his farm/retreat. He lives at least 30 miles from all towns except for a couple villages about 10 miles away. His farmhouse is made of cement block with some decorative siding over it. He has a huge septic tank that will not have to be emptied for years. His water supply is a hand pump about 30 feet out side his back door. He has a new wife, an 18 year old recent high school graduate. Her father is several years older than her mom so the arrangement is not strange to her. Paul is 34 and likes the age difference. His college educated idiot first wife left him in 2007 when he got interested in prepping. They sold their house in the suburbs of a big city and split the money after the house was paid off. She got on with her mutual funds and Paul got on to moving to the country. She was in the city right now, trying to deal with the carnage of the collapse. Paul never gave it a thought.

He had taken his new bride down into his full basement and showed her the preps he had stored there. Her eyes just about popped out of her head. She had never seen so much canned and dried food in her life. It was more like a store than a basement. And a lot of it was primo stuff. Fancy food that they could both enjoy. His new bride didn't realize what a good thing she had at first, but it was dawning on her that she was well off and a lot of others were not. Her affection for her new husband was increasing by the day. As she read what was going on in the world she could hardly keep her hands off of him. Didn't bother him in the least.

Paul had a few chickens for eggs and a few calves for feeding out. He had hay and grain for the calves and feed for the chickens. Nothing fancy but damned adequate. Of course he had plenty of water. And plenty of medication for the animals in case some scourge came along. His house was on a step-up on the rise of a slight hill. He had good cover from high winds and a good view of the road approaching his small farm. He had never had a qualm about guns and ammunition and neither did his new bride, as she was a farmers daughter who was used to the hunting crowd. She liked venison and rabbit and squirrel. Paul had plenty of guns in his home arsenal and was teaching his new bride to shoot. She thought learning to shoot was neat. She especially liked the small .357 her new hubby had given her to pack during the day. She mostly shot .38 special in it. But they still walked to the mailbox together to check for mail. That would stop pretty soon though, because the mail was becoming a thing of the past. Paul had a lot of his fields planted in soy beans. His neighbor, Freddy the Fuelguy, could use the beans to make bio-diesel and run Paul's and his vehicles and equipment. Nothing like making friends with your neighbors out here in the country. Freddy was a prepper too, and could match Paul for firepower in the event of an emergency. Three or four other neighbors were preppers also and they would band together for mutual assistance in an emergency. Paul was enjoying the rural preppers life.

These two scenarios are to show you the difference in the preparedness of city people and country people. The country people have privacy and security. They are accustomed to the use of firearms and hunting and all of that stuff. They have alternate methods of getting water. They have big food storage. In short, they have what it takes to live and survive. Do you? Stay alive.




Western Mass. Man said...

Great post.
You have the start of a good book there Michael.

Anonymous said...

Nit-picking I know, but a .347? I'm sure you meant 357. Otherwise, a real good post on the differences.

shiloh1862 said...

Getting close Brother!


Dr. Richard said...

Pitty so many educated wives are complete idiots about prepping and guns. It will just get them and their kids killed off or enslaved...

Mayberry said...

I'm changing my name to Paul ; )

Dannistan said...

Great Post and intel...I read your sight daily. Excrement will soon be hitting the blades...I say in 5-6 weeks.

Dan-aka The Urban Prepper

Jacob Gittes said...

Nice, Michael.
I'd love to be in the situation of your Paul character.
We have the land up north, just not the family will to use it.
I have no doubt the system is going down. I believe my chances are being increased by holding down a job and paycheck in the city, however. I am prepping slowly but surely. I couldn't do that poor in the country.

Our future rural neighbors already know me, though... our family and theirs go way back.
It's a great movie scenario, but I doubt that our city will suddenly be surrounded by barbed-wire fences that prevent us from leaving.
Most people will have no clue about what is happening, which will actually make people slower to panic. They will believe the reassurances of the government. People will not just wake up one day and panic. They are far too pacified and used to obeying authority.

I still stand by my decision to stick around in urbania while preparing to relocate for the long-slow slide. I admit there is a chance of a sudden event that takes us all by surprise, but the location and duration of such an event are unknown. I think the collapse of the USSR is the best historical example of what might happen, and the slide there was slow enough to allow people to filter back to the countryside to work the land.
And again, the one thing you never ever want to do is to become a refugee. Those preppers who sit tight, are prepared, and have some network of fellow preppers will likely make it through the initial crisis. Once the crisis goes through that initial stage, it will be mess - but more stable.
Again, even in modern times in places like Somalia or Lebanon, people have learned to survive and get on with life in both the city and country.
Note: I still would prefer to be in a rural homestead with good neighbors. But I am where I am, until we can do it.
When the real crisis hits, I am praying that the rest of my deluded family will finally wake up. When they do, we will all be much better off.

Pete Smith said...

I'm with Mayberry, just call me Paul. This is a great post.