Drinking Cooking and Shopping

Notes for the Urban Survivalist:

This essay is aimed at people like me. People that live on a limited income, in dense population centers, and have noticed that they've no real defense against a large catastrophe. Be it a flood, a hurricane, a small-scale war, or a descent into fascism, the bulk of humanity is helpless against a sudden rise of swift waters. We've maybe a few hundred in the bank, if we're lucky. We squeak by on less than $17 an hour, (the true minimum wage in America; anything less is slavery, really). A massive interruption of gas or electricity, a sudden global climate shift, a modest meteor, and we'd be just one body in a population die off. Drinking Cooking and Shopping - Palm OS Software. Like a majungasaurus in the late cretaceous, we'd vanish without a trace.

You remember majungasaurus, right?

This essay is for weak people; mainly working class and petit-bourgeois Americans who live in a state of constant dread. This sense of foreboding that we carry around like an albatross, arises from disconnectedness and social isolation: The transformation from hunter-gatherer mammals to industrial hive insects in the last two hundred years has been nearly intolerable. Our nerves can't take it. We feel doom in our bones.