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Originally posted by shagreen heart
i'm not, because you can't prepare for the unknown. you can stockpile and stockpile all you want, it'll never be enough. and will you share your resources. of course you won't. all your tools will eventually wear down and break, or not work or get lost, or get looted. the only safe place would be out int he wilderness, which isn't safe at all. everyone will be looting, killing eachohter, so it honestly does't matter how well prepared you are, you can't stop or prevent everything, and you most likely won't, no matter how skilled or prepared you think you are. don't stress, just roll with the punches and do what you have to do. it's not a bad idea to have some contingency plans, but don't be contingent on your contingency plans. none of us have any clue what is going to happen, or most importantly WHEN, so the best thing to do is prepare mentally, and minimally.
... you can stockpile and stockpile all you want, it'll never be enough.
... and will you share your resources. of course you won't.
... all your tools will eventually wear down and break.
Tools not work?
... no matter how skilled or prepared you think you are.
Within hours of the sun making its appearance, the stench of putrid death began to saturate the hot air. Remains of dead bodies and body parts lay scattered all about. I stepped on something oddly strange that caused me to stop. When I looked down, I thought the small hand belonged to a doll. But as I stood there staring at it, I realized I was wrong. The small severed hand was human.
The horror there to haunt me for the rest of my life...
Twelve other survivors wandered into our area that day. A few had survived from the complex like us but the others straggled in from elsewhere. Each one suffered from shell shock, too traumatized to speak. We hugged each other repeatedly, not wanting to let go. The touch of another human being seemed to be our lifeline. Unselfishly we shared in tears that wept over and over again. Clinging to each other as we waited for help to arrive. We'd speak a few words, then suddenly stop, suspending them without finishing the sentence. We couldn't communicate coherently. Some, like myself, were in dire need of emergency medical treatment. But there was no way to escape the endless aftermath. Andrew had gobbled up our cars and spat them out junked. My son's Astro Van rolled about the parking lot with a full size tree speared through the interior. Massive gnarled roots jutted out the rear door. Roads had disappeared out of sight. Telephones were a thing of the past. Without water or bandages, there wasn't much we could do, other than sit there and wait in the suffocating heat.
So, we waited and waited. Each hour passing by wretchedly slow, while it took ten long days for President Bush to summon the Federal Troops to South Dade with life-sustaining supplies. Unknown to us, twenty-one communities in South Dade had been completely devastated. Roped off from the outside world by Metro Dade Police and military soldiers armed with semi-automatic rifles, we had no idea what was happening beyond our immediate area. Like little children, we truly believed emergency help would quickly arrive. Airlifting out the injured and bringing necessary supplies. The agonizing minutes dragged into hours, and hours dragged into days. No rescue teams showed up. Slowly we had to accept the ghastly truth. No one was coming to rescue us.
It was the worst, gut-wrenching betrayal I have ever experienced. Where were the emergency rescue teams? Where was our government? Where were our families? Where were our friends? Why didn't anyone come? We had no water, no food, no medical supplies, or shelter. When the hot muggy skies clouded with afternoon thunderstorms, we huddled together under any make-shift shelter we could find. Lightning bolts blasted our shell-shocked minds, while our bodies shook with each approaching squall.
The stench of death tormented us with each passing hour. Reeking the humidity with foul rotting flesh. It saturated our nostrils deep into our throat, causing us to gag with each breath that we took. Just within our immediate vicinity, the area within walking distance, over seventy dead bodies were discovered. I watched a military personnel truck make its way slowly past me, carefully steering around felled trees and smashed roof tops, as it rolled out of the trailer park area on the morning Andrew ended. Uniformed soldiers stared at me blankly from the rear of the vehicle, where filled body-bags lay stacked on top of each other.
Soon thereafter, thick torrential black smoky clouds rolled across the grove headed in our direction. The stench of burning flesh mixed with lime descended so rapidly we didn't have time to react. The rolling smoke blanketed us and choked us with coughing fits. Continuously blowing our way for days on end. Metrozoo was burning dead bodies around the clock, at the back of their property. Five days into the aftermath the fires still raged on, while we gagged on thick dark mucous being coughed up from our lungs.
Insurmountable problems escalated with each passing hour. We had no sanitation facilities. What little water we managed to find was contaminated. We competed against rhesus monkeys and big apes searching for salvageable food. Asbestos dust blanketed everything. Rusty nails poked us. Slivers of broken glass pierced our every touch. And then, there were the nights ...when we moved about in total blackness constantly attacked by swarms of mosquitoes. Cock roaches and scorpions took over. Rats ran rampant. Snakes slid out of nowhere. As the unbearable temperatures climbed higher and hotter, colonies of maggots nested in rotting food and animal corpses. And, it wasn't long before armed looters began to infiltrate.
Originally posted by Goal Shack
'Because I'm a Christian, and I'm going to be saved.'
Originally posted by Lil Drummerboy
I have to laugh at those that say they cant cuz they cant afford it or they wont cuz why bother
or dont know what to prepare for.
Here is the simplest thing,.
Having a couple a weeks worth of food is NEVER a stupid thing to do
Keeping a couple cases of water on hand is NEVER a wasted item.
Both these things can be consumed at anytime
And.... could keep you alive just a bit longer till you could get a better evaluation of the situation.
Example: look at what happened when Katrina hit the gulf.
That wasnt expected or thought of as a "doomsday " scenario, but it happed
I am sure many of those people wished they had some supplies on hand.
Yes the ones that were on the coast or below a flood plain didnt have a chance
and preparation wouldnt have done them much good,.
But this is where education comes in,. Look at your surroundings,. what could happen
and if it did,. what would you do or where would go. ya gotta think ahead.
Or of course you could just put out an excuse and say I dont have the money
or Why bother, in essence you are saying " I choose to just give up"
Originally posted by jude11
Now the reasons are many. From Aliens, Niburu, EQ, WW3, NWO and so many more.
Which brings me to the question: Who is NOT preparing whatsoever?