The more I read your comments, the more it becomes obvious I need to talk about collapses again. I don’t want to. I was going to write a funny story about when the squirrel got in my attic, but I tried three runs at it, and it’s not gelling, because I need to talk to you about collapse – yeah, I’m a gateway blogger. Deal. – So I’ll do the squirrel tomorrow.
Collapses are difficult in a country that either never experienced one or that – if you count the 30s – experienced one very long ago.
Whenever collapse is mentioned you guys go into this weird mode that ranges from “in preparation, I’m learning to chip flint” to “I am training to kill squirrels with my bare hands and cook them over a camping fire.”
Now, do I know that the collapse when it happens (I think we’ve passed…
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