by Farknight » Sat 12 Jul 2008, 09:57:19
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'I') have a doomer friend who's far more unabashedly excited for the total collapse of "the system" than me, and also a bit more prone to the Male Paramilitary Fantasy -- but there's one point I believe from his ideas on the subject. When your ass is really, honestly on the line, and when you make it through, life feels a lot more immediate and meaningful. I think in a similar vein, when you've developed a little community and everybody's ass is on the line, and you make the harvest or otherwise do what it takes to survive and you survive together, it's infinitely more meaningful than all staying fat and alone in your little apartments eating supermarket food.
I don't comment often but I do want to say something about this point. I am a retired police officer (made it to sergeant before I was injured, put out to pasture and retired at half of my really paltry pay. We really made a living only via overtime).
I went into law enforcement years ago because I was a listless youth who had no F***ing idea what to do. I had no direction, I drank, I wrecked cars, etc. I had just got married a few years before, had a baby and knew I needed to "grow up" and fast. Many choose the armed forces for this I chose law enforcement.
The law enforcement academy kicked the living s*** out of me and I did very well by the end, graduating top of my class. Now that para-military training is coming in handy as the world unravels. I knew squat about weapons but now they are very familiar and I am well-armed and better yet, a good marksmen. Thanks taxpayers!
My point is that my first reality check came fairly early after field training with a useless idiot of an officer who taught me nothing. In a really bad and unstable domestic situation I was instantly confronted with a wild, totally out of control women running directly at me with a butcher knife raised over her head while screaming "I am gonna cut you up you Mother F*****!" I had no back-up and I instinctively drew my S&W 9 mm and drew a bead on her mid-section. Right then, in that instant, society said I could blow her ass straight to hell which I almost did.
But I didn't, somehow I had the presence of mind to find the door, slam it in her face, timing it so her knife impacted deep into the wood of the door, got stuck, and enabling me to open up and slam her to the floor and cuff her for an arrest. Her miserable life saved.
In that instant and then many more in later years I changed. I can't describe it, but I know soldiers who have dealt with and survived fire fights know the same feeling. I knew life and death in an instant, my American-bred wishy washy "ME first" crapola consciousness evaporated and I have never been the same since.
I have desensitized myself and in the process removed myself from the American "Buy S*** that is who you are paradigm". I am dispassionate about collapse because the job I did and then lost as they removed me succinctly when no longer useful taught me more about life in 'merika than any college could ever possibly achieve.
The other day found me driving across I 35 and the Hubbard Reservoir in Dallas. The place was full of wahoos on jet skis and boats, all clueless about the Sh**storm impending. You want a meaning or life, it is survival. Pure and simple. This has been the case for mankind for millions of years, end of story. Only in the last blink of an eye has the consumerism crap muddled our minds and deflected us from fining that next meal or mate.
Do your best to prepare, enjoy what in this world makes you happy as much as possible and you will have lived better than 99% of our ancient ancestors.