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My Collapse Plan

Everyone has their own version of the “certain” collapse scenario. Peak Oil theorists, conspiracy theorists, Glenn Beck, even Forbes. Edward Abbey wrote about the collapse of civilization. I’ve written about it, but I’m just a nobody getting my ideas from other people. I just like to spread gossip, because it gives me something to do other than my boring as hell day job.

Seriously, it seems clear to me that industrial capitalism isn’t infinitely sustainable since it’s dependent on finite resources. Yes, our financial system is basically built on a house of cards, and yes, we have an urgent situation with energy, simply because we use too much energy in our capitalist mega-society. That, and we fuck like rabbits and produce too many hungry, ambitious little humans, every one out for their piece of the pie.

How the fuck is this possibly sustainable?

But the most vocal of the collapse theorists, like Glenn Beck, are really just out trying to make money. I suppose I shouldn’t even dignify a dumbshit like Beck by calling him a “theorist.” He’s no theorist. He’s a mindless ranter without a single decent idea on how to fix real or imaginary problems. Nothing like a good old dose of fear to send the masses scurrying for their Visa cards. Seeds, gold, ammo, canned goods. You name it, and some cammo clad bozo is there ready to sell it.

My own plan? I’m going to enjoy what I can while I can. Take care of my family, try to live in harmony with my non-human neighbors and find a decent place to ride out our descent into whatever awaits. Beer, books and music are high on the list of supplies. I’ll probably have some ammo, too, just in case anyone comes around trying to pass out Bibles.

Which brings me back to the same old question. Move west to deserts and mountains and fewer Bibles? Or stay put, tolerate the thumpers and enjoy the plentiful water supplies?

I think I can tolerate a parched mouth and dry skin better than religious fundamentalists.