Humanity is resilient, as proven by our long tenure on this planet, our dynamic immune system, our adaptable constitution, our radically diverse living conditions and coping mechanisms, and our ingenuity when it comes to countering the hardships of our environments. That’s fuckin cool, but…
The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
-George Bernard Shaw
A skill is a tool you always have ready.
-Mr. Combs, my 8th grade shop teacher
I’m going to again refrain from treating you like you’re a moron and I’m an asshole, and we’re going to skip over the verbose preamble about how important developing keen skills of observation blah blah blah survival. Okay, lets just get down to it, observation skills are important. Next.
Observation is the act of collecting knowledge through the senses, the interpretation of sensory input by the process of thought, and the recording of data using scientific instruments, methodology, and reasoning.
A friend of mine reached out to me and asked for some help getting a television show green-lit. Essentially the most elite survivalist teachers in the world will be taking on, case by case, the problems of individual preppers of all skill levels, and helping to perfect preparedness.
Right now what we need is 2-4 couples/families willing to participate in the pre-production process, to share their stories and receive training in different areas of survival.
For now, just reach out to me at Survivewhatever@gmail.com
There’s a subtle change that will take place at the beginning of the end: It’ll stop being anything but.
A lot of us like to imagine a scenario in which a better version of ourself will come into being, brilliant and perfect. The pressure of inevitability will condense our character into diamond, and the imperfections will be chiseled away. The erosion of our spirit has some how not diminished us, but merely sculpted us. The cracks and fractures of stress will be smoothed over by uncomplicated hardship. I’ll be honest, it’s unlikely.
We are the person we wake up as every morning, whether it was yesterday or tomorrow. The things you do will be different, but it will still be the same you waking up; only another few hours older. You will have seen no fewer television programs than you did yesterday, though you may not have seen one in a while. You will still have the same exes, the same memories, the same scars, maybe more.
Now is the time to heal, the time to improve, the time to stockpile happiness, the time to take good risks, because it’s a dark night ahead, and if it never falls, you’re only better off with each passing day. Right now you have the luxury to choose who you’re becoming, the entire world is full of your potential future. That will not always be an option. Be the person you want to be now, so that if the time comes that you have to be that person, you already are.
What good is having all the time in the world if you’re not going to use it?
“The National Weather Service’s forecast center in College Park, Md., which watches winter storms, put out a long-range notice Thursday saying a nor’easter was possible for mid-Atlantic and New England states by Election Day through next Thursday.
Forecaster Bruce Sullivan said it wouldn’t be as bad as Superstorm Sandy and isn’t tropical. But it could include snow in interior New England and New York, beach erosion and high winds for areas hit by Sandy and moderate or heavier rainfall. Winds could be about 30 to 40 mph.” – Washington Post
Alright, so I’ve been traveling for a bit, and doing life things that don’t involve keeping up with my blog posting responsibilities, but since I don’t really have much of a readership, I’m not going to get down on myself about, nor am I going to try to make up for it with an epic post about survival kung fu (because it’s really long and I’m not done with it yet) but I will say this:
So, I’ve gotten a lot of emails/tweets from people complaining that they can’t be motivated to try out the training regiments on this blog. To you I say, “Oh”.
We, almost all of us, are confident that the sun will rise tomorrow, the mail will arrive, the light switches will activate those globes of incandescence above our heads, the tap will spit out relatively contaminant free water, and the barista at the local coffee shop will provide us with a hot cup of caffeine. Every day up until this point, we’ve been able to rely on the mechanisms of society clicking along with minimal interruption.
So: Recap up until this point – You should be familiarizing yourself with your preferred methods of self defense, preparing your bug-out bags, and considering escape routes from your city or potential hideouts.
Now, we’re going to talk about “moving on”, which is a nice way of saying, preparing for total mindfuck and the utter destruction of a lifestyle you have spent your entire life acclimating to. We’re also going to touch on the most important part of extended survival, which is goal setting.
During the Zombie Outbreak all the idiots are dead in 48 hours or less.
Your primary goal is not being an idiot.
The first and best tool for survival in the event of an outbreak is the time you have right now, while you’re still a sane, rational, non-cannibalistic, warm blooded, uninfected human. Every minute from now until the outbreak reaches your town, city, village, farm, arcology, or submarine, is the most precious resource you have – and the truth is, you don’t need to spend all of it preparing for the apocalypse, just a fraction, really – there are 5 key elements to outbreak survival.
1. Know your enemy
2. Equip Yourself
3. Stay or GO
4. Moving on
5. Goal Setting
We’ve all played the game where people use bottlecaps as currency, seen the movie where they kill each other over a few quarts of gasoline, watched the TV show where a flattened out paperclip and a stick of gum prevented a disaster, and read the book where you know everyone is going to die but they keep walking south anyway.
If you’re wandering the cracked earth wasteland, while the remains of a collapsed civilization collect dust at the edges of the horizon, breathing in toxic dust and humping all your worldly shit; you’d probably rather not be a hoarder. If you’re dodging through the shattered asphalt nightmare that used to be Atlanta or Chicago, or wherever, hiding from the mutant cannibals, or the werewolf ninjas, you can’t be clanging and jangling with keys, chains, riot gear, and a full toolbox.