Scenario: One Nuke Over Chicago
According to a federal commission, the prognosis for a terror-free future in America is grim, and the odds are that terrorists will up the ante by using nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons. What’s more, the prediction is that such an attack will happen in the next five years. What could happen in a WMD attack on America, and what would your world look like afterward?
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Empty Hands
When it comes to firearms ownership, the suburban survivalist will, depending on his location, face a wide range of obstacles and opportunities, from the gun havens of Texas and Mississippi to the farcical dystopias of Massachusetts and New York. But expecting to handle all conflicts with a firearm is simply not realistic, and unlike the patchwork of gun laws across the country, when it comes to unarmed combat the laws are the same no matter where you live. You can - and should - become as proficient as you can in combatives, whether you live in Dallas or Jackson, Boston or Buffalo, and here’s why.
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Nary a Drop to Drink?
“Experts” (what would we do without them) in Australia are
calling for an end to the flushing toilet. Al Gore (remember him?) is saying
this might be it for civilization. Fact is, with few exceptions, if it sounds too crazy to be true, it probably is. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t things to be learned when the crazy starts a-flowing’.
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Scenario: Emergency Bugout
On the post about Katrina, commenter Chris brought up a point worth devoting an entire post to: How to rendezvous in a crisis situation when members of the immediate family are separated.
Most suburban spouses are separated for a minimum of about 45 hours a week - nine hours per day for five workdays a week. Thrown in some errand-running, children’s lessons and other activities that take up even two or three hours on a weekend, and it easily climbs to about 50. Coordinate a rendezvous between two separated adults in a crisis situation is one thing, but when you add children to the mix, things can get complicated very quickly.
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Don’t Be James Kim
The first rule of being a daddy is that you’re the only line of defense you can count on between your children and spouse on one side, and danger, injury and death on the other. Whether it’s at home in the middle of the night, at the mall on a crowded Saturday, or in the car far from home, you are the first - and sometimes you’ll be the last - person responsible for the health and welfare of your children and wife. James Kim learned this lesson, but he learned it too late, and he paid the ultimate price for it.
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Cheap Homemade Firestarter Kit
If you keep Airborne around the house, or know someone who does, save the little tubes. They’re air- and water-tight when the cap is firmly affixed, and make great compact firestarter kits. Take 35-40 wooden strike-anywhere matches and stand them up in the bottom of the container. On top of that, put two cotton balls or a wad of dryer lint. Optionally, cut off a piece of the striker strip from the side of the matchbox and store it in the tube as well. Put the cap on firmly. Store it in your bug-out bag along with a small tube of petroleum jelly, and if you need to start a fire, spread a dab of the petroleum jelly on a cotton ball, tease out some of the cotton like a little bird’s nest, and you have instant tinder.
Lessons Learned from Katrina
Sometimes all hell does break loose, and it can do so literally right in your own front yard. That was my experience on August 29, 2005, when Hurricane Katrina came ashore and plowed through Mississippi, inflicting damage on a scale that’s difficult for most people to comprehend (including me, and I saw a lot of it up close).
I do not live on the coast where Katrina first made landfall, so I was spared the worst of the storm. I live 200 miles inland in a residential neighborhood. What’s more, I was on the west side - the “good side” - of the eye, so what we got wasn’t as bad as what other towns on the east side of the eye got.
The power went off about 2:00 in the afternoon that Monday. For the next six hours we were wound pretty tight - looking out the windows at the ancient oaks and giant pines swaying in the high winds, wondering if any of them were coming down, and whether they would come down on top of us, and on our 4-year-old.
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