posted on Nov, 2 2020 @ 07:40 AM
Tomorrow is Tuesday, November 3rd, 2020. It's the day We the People of the United States of America will decide who will run our government for the
next few years. Not just the President, but the Senators, US Representatives, Governors, and on down the line. Every citizen who wishes to do so will
cast their vote... many already have.
The next day is Wednesday, November 4th, 2020. It's the day we will all wake up to (hopefully) the news of who we chose. Some people will not be
happy with that choice. Some people will be quite unhappy with that choice. Some people will be so unhappy with that choice that they will abandon all
vestiges of civilization and decency to take to the streets in their new version of "protest"... what we used to call riots. They will burn vehicles
and buildings, they will attack anyone who they perceive as being on the "other side," and they will hurt a lot of people.
This is our reality. I don't like it, I don't want it, I certainly never chose it, but it is what it is.
You will not be able to fight back. The police will be less than useless; they are already overwhelmed. Your guns, if you have them, will not be
enough. Your stores of supplies behind locked doors will be insufficient. You have but one chance to escape the turmoil if you live in a large city:
Not for good, mind you... you will be able to return to whatever is (hopefully) left. However, for the next week or so, anyone inside a large city is
at risk. So, since I abhor bloodshed, I offer this little piece of advice:
Make your plans today. Contact a relative or friend as far as practical from any large city. Get your shopping completed today. Fuel up the car. Tell
your boss there's a family emergency out of town. Pack the car. Have everything ready for tomorrow. Then go vote, as early as possible, and then
leave. Point that car away from the city, depress the accelerator, and don't look back until you see more trees than road.
May I be wrong, Heaven help me to be wrong, but if I am right this is going to get very, very bad. Don't be a part of it.
I'll be right here in my mountain, watching the carnage. I have nothing planned. If luck is with me, I will be here the day after tomorrow to eat
these words, happily, greedily, enjoying every bite. If not... well, maybe I helped someone to not get hurt.