I’m not well-versed in global economics. So, I don’t know if Greece is headed on a one-way trip to the dark ages. But when I read phrases like “power black-outs”, “salaries won’t be paid” and “won’t be able to import vital goods” an eerie question springs up in my mind.
What would my neighborhood look like six months after a total American economic meltdown?
The question is eerie because I can see the answer in crisp 1080p resolution. The question is also eerie because at some point this 3,000 mile wide mountain of surplus resources called America will come crashing back down to earth. China and Japan are going to want their money back one of these days. No shopping spree lasts forever. So, what would my neck of the woods look like when the grocery stores are empty and the street lights stop working? Well, imagine your idea of a utopia. Picture your personal version of heaven on earth. Now, picture the opposite and you have a decent idea of what my “community” will be like after the collapse.
Dark figures roam blackened alleys with butcher knives and unregistered handguns. The inside of Walmart looks like an empty airplane hanger. Jewel was picked dry during a single day two months back. Pablo climbs through Maria’s kitchen window clutching a hammer, a bandanna shielding his face. “¿Dónde está la comida?!” Maria emphatically insists she is not hording food. Pablo knows she’s lying. Her kids are still alive. They’re still fat too. Maria has food to spare or these kids have the worst glandular issues in human history. Couches and mattresses are burnt to ash. Better to sleep on the floor than lose half your toes due to frostbite. Police disappear. 911 goes straight to voice mail. Emaciated minorities wave machetes and chase city rabbits down the sidewalk. Women are dragged into murky basements and gang raped by candle light. Pablo is recognized as king of the block after beating three of his neighbors to death. Jackie eats her dog.
I’m almost positive all of this would go down.
And that is why a man needs a countryside bunker. Someplace rural and secluded to hide your loved-ones when the sky starts falling. Water. Food. Guns. Ammo. Shelter. Five uninterrupted miles of vacant soybean fields between you and the guy next door. Enjoying quality time with the kids while people cannibalize their neighbors three counties over. When the world is breaking apart, the absolute last place you want to be is in an anonymous, urban setting. It’s crowded. No one knows their neighbors. Everyone is on welfare. Diversity and single motherhood atomizes entire communities. People are not prepared for tomorrow. Forget about six months from now. So, when the welfare checks fail to show, it is only a matter of time before a “community” turns into what Thomas Hobbs used to call a “war of all against all”. Not good times.
I wonder if Craig’s List is selling any used countryside survival bunkers on the cheap.