by killJOY » Thu 03 Jul 2008, 18:47:10
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'H')ow long do you think YOU have?
5 and 3/4 inches.
On a lighter note...
I'm an EMT in Maine. I'm preparing myself mentally for the possibility of chipping frozen, dead people off their sofas in the trailer park down the road. A friend of mine there tells me people are already siphoning oil out of outside oil tanks in the middle of the night.
This WILL BE the winter of our discontent.
I also work at an organic farm. We're teaching kids how to grow organically, and we're starting a huge community composter. Today I told one of my bosses that very soon they will have to surround the compost pit with barbed wire to keep out pirates. It will be worth its weight in gold once NPK fertilizers are out of sight.
People are hording food, and this will worsen as winter approaches. We grow huge amounts of our own food here at home. We're growing wheat, and as much feed for the cows and pigs that we can (corn, mangles, cabbages, and pumpkins.) Goddamnit, we're not going hungry, if I have to eat fried potatoes 7 days a week.
I plan to fill the cellar with a year's worth of potatoes (white and red), leeks, onions, beans (dried and canned), tomatoes (sauce, whole canned), cabbages (whole and sauerkraut), brussels sprouts (whole plants in sacks), squash (delicata, waltham), beets and carrots (whole, in baskets), canned peas and corn, a crock of pickles.
Our cow will be milking, so we'll have butter, cheese, etc., and feed (skimmed milk) for the pigs. We'll be rendering lard and making sausage. We're ordering new layers, plus a huge batch of broilers to slaughter in the fall. I expect to be able to trade them for sex.
I'm wondering who's going to ask to spend the winter with us. We're already expecting one friend, and perhaps my niece.
Our neighbor's daughter and son-in-law having already asked to spend the winter at their place, because they "can't afford the heating bills."
A friend of ours up the coast is closing up his house for the winter and moving to an efficiency apartment in Portland till spring.
I've been keeping the tractors and all the equipment (chainsaws, mowers, tillers) full of gas and the gas cans full in the shed. The tractors are out of siphoners' range in the barn.
We're hording kerosene in an ancient fifty-gallon drum with a handpump for our spare space heater and our 1930s refrigerator. Once it's cold outside, we'll shut down the fridge and keep the food cold in the pantry.
My 1990 VW lost a hubcap, the driver's window doesn't work, and none of the back doors open, but I'm hanging onto it for dear life because it gets about 35 miles per gallon.
There is no good news on the horizon. None. But people just go on, lalala, like nothing's the matter. There's going to be an explosion, a huge one, with panic, pandemonium, shootings, so keep your heads down.
We're heading into The Great Correction, and it's going to last ad infinitum. Your neighbors will be wandering around, stunned, waiting for Santa Claus to stuff their stockings full of cans of Spam.
When that doesn't materialize, come spring they'll be crawling emaciated toward their Easter baskets, hoping Peter Cottontail took a dump in one of them.