“I’ve always been a prepper, because I’ve always been prepared, but some of these guys are too narrow. Their plan lacks perspective… I turn up at their fort with a canon and I start pounding that compound with hot shot. What then? Yeah, maybe they run out, perhaps they sally forth. I want that, I want them in my kill box.” (From An Operator in Texas)
Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s right to be prepared but some ways make more sense than others, which is how the conversation flowed after Palm Sunday Mass #2.
“So how’s the ‘community’?”
“You know, there’s a lot of people out there prepping for the least likely of all scenarios.”
“Like the Hillary campaign getting honest?”
“Yeah, or an asteroid hitting the earth, whatever.”
“Or some TAC guy turns up and starts shelling you with a trebuchet.”
“Right. They’re all concentrating on these never-gonna-happen outcomes.”
Until, of course, that they do. But seriously, what’s wrong with getting back to basics? Learning, for example, how to hunt, clean and cook your own food? Knowing, if you don’t already, how to shoot, or being able to live because you sensibly know how to grow food and had the foresight to ensure that you’d have water if the grid goes down?
And on. The point being, go off and learn all the AR 15 drills you can, and more power to you; become an ace shot, why not? Stockpile ammo, even, but more importantly, learn basic self-sufficiency.
There just might come a point when that’ll stand you in good stead, and it’s a virtue in itself.
Except, of course, when it comes to God. Then it’s just wicked pride.