02.08.12
A new low
I went back on my promise not to watch National Geographic’s Doomsday Preppers. Perhaps I had misjudged it prematurely.
No.
If anything, I wasn’t strong enough in castigating it for cynically exploiting the pitiful, unbalanced ans obsessed.
Electromagnetic pulse.
Insanity in the belief that the poles will flip and shove the continents around.
Grotesquely obese person with open sores on arms in need of medical intervention.
Really.
Machine guns, ex-military non-coms, dumber than bags of rocks but with plenty of over-compensation in upper body definition.
Weed-eating coupled to claim that the Los Angeles river basin contains a bounty of food. (Maybe, if you’re a wading bird along a small stretch of it.)