On a sunny day (10 Apr 2024 02:03:38 GMT) it happened rbowman
Post by Jan PanteltjePost by Jan PanteltjeMiddle-class mums, an academic, a crime writer - they are all preparing
for WW3 by hoarding food and practising survival skills.
And say YOU should do the same
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13284929/middle-class-mums-
prepping-preppers-apocalypse-hoarding-food-survival-skills.html
Post by Jan PanteltjeBTW an other piece of iron came lose on a Boeing engine at teke-off..
https://www.amazon.com/Dad-Flamethrower-Don-Shift-ebook/dp/B0C862Y89C
The description is a lot more dramatic than the book. The protagonist is a
prepper -- sort of. I wouldn't say it's a comedy of errors since there is
nothing comedic about it but it would be a good read for the new preppers.
He has freeze dried foods, but not enough and some aren't very palatable.
He has a generator but wasn't prepared for the fuel consumption. He has
firearms but left one at his brother's by mistake. The Tesla is DOA when
the lights go out and his other high end ride makes him a target.
All in all it's more realistic than some of the novels with a "Marty Stu"
protagonist.
Yes, touching story indeed.
I do have some technical background and am prepared to defend myself and others if needed.
Once I came eye to eye with a burglar in my apartment in Amsterdam...
I was in the shower in the morning, on Queens day here, every body a free day,
wanted to go to the city center where all sort of festivities were happening
the doorbell rang, well I thought 'come back later'.
Then a minute later a huge noise, stepped out of the shower to investigate,
found some guy in the middle of the living room, he had broken open the kitchen window to get in..
He was more shocked than I was and I am big,, 'do hot hit me' he cried repeatedly.
Anyways somehow I felt pity on the guy, put on some clothes made him sit down
and empty his pockets to see his ID and papers.
He had a note he needed to report to the police station, was already wanted..
So, made him sit down and gave him a cup of coffee.
Told him: I will let you go, but you and your friends stay away, that is the deal OK?
As far as I could find out he was the usual drug addict looking for cash or things he could sell..
From that moment on I was OK in that, largely black, community..
Once walking there I hear one say 'He is OK'...