Most survivalist visualize a total Mad Max, type of collapse or TEOTWAWKI. Anything short the living dead walking the earth or gangs of Somali militia ravaging in the streets, fail to get us exited about survival planning. Don’t get me wrong, it could happen, with cloning, super mutating germs, scientist playing God and government experiments gone wrong, waking up to the world of Wil Smith in I Am Legend or something to that effect is possible, but unlikely.

A depression followed by hyperinflation should be our main concern at this point. This is occurring now, be it slowly with everyday getting a little worse, with some days even showing slight improvement, and then sliding down even further, the next. Soon life in the U.S. will image present day Zimbabwe where a hamburger costs fifteen million dollars! The poor, as always will be hit hardest, with starvation, homelessness and crime increasing on a massive scale. This is happening slowly at first, escalating in magnitude as time goes on, stop looking for the bolt out the blue or a sign that the collapse has started. It is here, we are living it now and it will only continue to get worse.

Reevaluate your financial situation, and make decisions to simplify your life, scale down your lifestyle, and get out of debt. The bankers and lenders are not just going to go away; they will come after you if you can’t pay your depts. Sure you may have a hundred acre retreat, stocked with everything you need to survive, but stop paying the monthly payment and see how long it takes before the bankers evict you, leaving you essentially a refuge, no better off then those who failed to prepare in the first place.

It seems most Americans want to show off, to be one up on their fellow man or to keep up with the Jones. This has driven us as a nation into massive dept. I call it the look at me syndrome, look at my big new house, look at my shiny new car, look at me, see me glitter. Fuck that. I enjoy sleeping at night, waking and enjoying my day without the massive weight of dept crushing down on my shoulders.

I don’t care what people think. Sure I live in a 26 ft travel trailer out past the power lines. I eat a lot of pinto beans and rice, forage for wild foods and use coupons at the checkout counter for things I can’t find or make and secondhand clothing covers my back. I don’t owe anyone anything and my life is mine. The bank will not send a swarm of jackbooted storm troopers to my door with eviction papers because I failed to pay the payment.

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