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Prompted by [ profile] flemco (whose series of recent survival posts are highly recommended reading, BTW), and for anyone who cares, here's my simple attempt at preparedness.  Of course, in a perfect world, I'll never need to use this and it will contentedly gather dust on the shelf.  That's okay.  I can spare a small section of shelf in the service of paranoia.  I'd just fill that 18" x 18" of space with useless crap, anyway.

Here's my BOB (Bug Out Bag). Additionally, there are a few itemized things on hand in the house SHOULD I have the extra moment or two to spare to be really choosy, PLUS the few things it's just good for me to remember I have that panic might drive from my mind in the moment.

All the things in the BOB (my Scooby Apocalypse Kit) are in kid's rolling pack - the kind with the extendable handle; I keep it in that because it's a nice square unit that fits on a shelf handily BUT can be thrown into a backpack as-is.

There are a few at-hand supplies noted that I still have to add to the Scooby pack. Lazy bastich that I is.

I've also noted the few items that I still need to add - my cash flow is in negative digits at the moment - this is the FIRST time in my life where I'm actually behind on the rent, so survival is damned well going to have to wait a few weeks, grar snarl spit.


The Scooby Apocalypse Kit Contents:
• Map Compass (w/the one in the OZT survival kit, this means there’s two in here)
• 1 bottle Allergy Meds (100 caps)
• Nylon Rope (how much? Also more in OZT survival kit)
• Tyvek, for tents (2 med. pcs., 1 lrge – not sure of sizes)
• Small Camp Towel
• Disposable heat packs (4)
• Bandaids
• Toothpaste, ½ Tube
• Toothbrush
• Water Purification Tablets (treatment for 25 qts)
• Ibuprofen (100 caps?)
• Antibacterial Hand Spray
• Antibiotic Ointment
• Soda Can Camp stoves (2)
• Army-Issue Can Openers (2)
• Granola Bars (6)
• Twizzlers (1 pkg.)
• Salted Cashews (1.25 lbs.)
• Zipfizz Instant Energy Drinks (8 tubes)
• Sugar Packets (10)
• Mini-Mag Flashlight
• AA Batteries (4)
• Pocketknife, 7 pc. (kinda flimsy – blade, scissors, 2 can openers, Phillips screwdriver, corkscrew, nail file)
Ozark Trail 46 pc. Survival Kit, containing:
  • Pencil
  • Needle
  • Poncho
  • Notepad
  • Compass
  • Sinkers (2)
  • Salt Packet
  • Firesticks (2)
  • 5-hr. Candle
  • Signal Mirror
  • Fish Hooks (2)
  • Safety Pins (2)
  • Survival Guide
  • Signal Whistle
  • 12-hr. Lightstick
  • Razor Blades (2)
  • Spool of Thread
  • Antiseptic Pads
  • Emergency Blanket
  • 3ft./1 m. Snare Wire
  • 12ft./3.7 m. Nylon Rope
  • 47 Waterproof Matches
  • 30ft./9.1m. Fishing Line
  • 35ft./10.7m. Nylon Cord
  • 50ft./15.2m Orange Trail Tape
  • 4in./10.2cm. Adhesive Strips (2)
  • 3”x3” Sterile Pad
  • 1”x4” Bandages (4)
  • 2”x3” Elastic Patch
  • 3/8”x1-1/2” Bandages (4)
  • 7”x10” Waterproof Pouch
  • 8”x12” Reusable PVC bag
Additional Supplies, time/space/transport allowing - packed for transport but NOT IN BOB:

In Priority Box (easy to grab):
• Solar Shower (water storage bag, 5 gal.)
• Army Mess Kits (2)
• Instant Hot Cocoa mix (2 packets)
• Sterno (1 can)
• Camp Stove (1 burner collapsible)

8 Bottles Heet (anti-freeze; for use with soda can camp stoves)

Other At-hand supplies; NOT IN BOB (duh):

Sleeping bag
Bicycle w/side racks & front basket (but wouldn't it be AWESOME if it DID fit in my BOB...?!)
Blinker bike lights – 1 loose and 1 on bike
Pepper spray
Hooded rain poncho
Hydrogen peroxide
Rubbing alcohol
Sun screen
lip balm
squawk box
Sewing thread, heavy duty
Sewing needle packet
Aluminum foil
Safety pins
Baby wipes
Cash money
Spare Eye glasses
Bronner’s soap
Swiss Army Pocketknife – 2 blade (needs sharpening)
Clothing – overalls, socks, hiking boots, underwear, shirts, sports bras, down jacket, hoodies

Snake bite kit
Radiation treatment tablets (potassium iodate?)
More water treatment tablets
Beef jerky
Fruit leather
Flint & tinder fire kit
Plastic & ziplock bags
Toilet paper/tissue packs
AM/FM radio
Folding/Cable saw

And there you have it.
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Well, shit.

There goes my theory that the safest way to avoid governmental mass hysteria and the wholesale dissolution of human rights was to leave the USA.

BBC News: Secret terror courts considered
Special courts sitting in secret for pre-trial hearings in terror cases are being considered by the Home Office.

Anyway, Britian's off the menu for the forseeable future.

God help us all.
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I hate television. I refuse to watch it.

Right now, the television is on.

And because I don't have cable, there are 4 browser windows open on my computer right now for ABC, NBC, CNN and C-SPAN. Right now, C-SPAN is the only one that's had the dignity to refrain from posting 'projected' results.

But right now, according to those fucking 'projections' on all the other channels, that cocksucker extraordinaire is in the lead.

20 minutes ago, Kerry was behind in the popular vote but still ahead in electoral votes. Nothing like excruciating irony.

But now Bush is ahead, projectedly, and by a sizeable margin.
I feel sick.

And weirdly enough, this is one of those moments when I really wish I wasn't single.

Because I feel like I have in those infinitessimally rare occasions when the world - or at least my portion of the globe - has been in real, actual deadly peril. Living in Seattle, we had a few scares, knowing that Boeing was a great goddamn big bulls-eye during the Cold War.

This is is a feeling not unlike that. Kind of like, there's nothing you can do at this point about that nuclear warhead heading right for you - right now, this is the moment when you just grab and hang onto someone you love, because there's very little else you can do.

I guess it's stupid to be so melodramatic about it, though. It's not like we're really going to know who won tonight, anyway.

But still - jesus christ, I'm scared.
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Recurring Random Thought:

I think about the Apocalypse.

A lot.

My version of it, anyway.

Just a vaguely formulated montage of sci-fi claptrap, and not a real Apocalypse, not in the bibical sense of the word.

More like, what will be left of the world and the people in it, when the too-many-rats-in-one-box syndrome finally cracks the surface of society, and the whole thing falls in on itself like a dropped layer cake.

I don't know if I really believe that it will happen, but if it ever did, I suppose it wouldn't be like anything I could imagine.

For something that I don't even know that I believe in, it's funny how I keep thinking the same thing over and over. That if the whole house of cards came tumbling down, and we really were reduced to candlelight and recitations of classic literature around campfires - after a hard days' scrounging and scratching for bare survival -

All these silly little words sustained by nothing more than memory chips would go away.

The real recurring thought under all of this, though -

It's funny how we don't even think anymore about how little distance affects us, compared to the way things were when messages were written by hand and transported by horseback. A letter could take weeks, even months, to find its way from one coast to the next.

The coasts connected to one another by land, that is.

My best friend lives in South Africa. Without all these fiber-optic cables and their busy magic, I wouldn't be able to talk to her anymore. The rest of our lives could go by without ever being able to bridge that distance again.

Whenever I find myself really wishing for the flattening of civilization as we know it, this is what always stops me short.

Be careful what you wish for...
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...but lost the war?

The State of Massachusetts high court issued a ruling today that grants the right to marry to same-sex couples.

Now, President Bush has issued yet another war - to 'protect the sanctity of marriage'. He has warned that he will consider seeking a Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage.

He isn't happy anymore with subverting the Constitution - now he's just going to bloody damn well start re-writing it.

He seems to have conveniently forgotten that, traditionally, it is the Constitutions role to grant rights, rather than revoke them.

One of my best and dearest friends in the world is gay. What does he want more than anything in the world? Besides an unlimited Arts budget to produce show after award-winning show, I mean.

He wants a husband and a child.

And my President wants to make his dream unconstitutional.

I watched Strange Days again the other night. And as stupid and Pavlovian as I know my reaction is, I started to cry - again - when Angela Bassett gets the living shit beat out of her by the bad cops. And even more when the streets around them erupt into the New Year's beginnings of a full-scale race-riot - that gives every indication of becoming the next Civil War.

I have a feeling that this country is about to burst open at the seams, very soon. We're so close.

And the thing of it is, the way things are now -

I would fucking welcome it.

I know I'll feel different if it actually happens. My friend the activist talks about how frightened she is that her grandchildren are going to grow up in a country that tears itself to pieces by systematically marginalizing, one after another, greater sections of its own populace.

She's afraid of the same thing I am - that we are, truly, living in a house divided against itself.

We're both afraid of what's going to happen when the roof finally caves in.

I don't know why, but I've always had this weird fascination with post-apocalyptic fiction. Real end-of-the-world stuff. I've always had this feeling that I needed to know how to survive. My favorite book in third grade was My Side of the Mountain, with it's detailed descriptions of how to skin a deer and cure the hide, to make acorn flour, build a home from the hollowed out remains of a dead tree.

I suppose you can imagine the effect that Fight Club had on me.

I've gone from righteous indignation at the potential plight of gay couples to survivalist mode in about five minutes.

I'm probably just a socially-maladjusted freak.

But how far are we from curing strips of jerky on abandoned freeways when the document our country was built on is nothing more than an Etch-A-Sketch?

How far can a country be pushed, until the people being dangled from the precipice start grabbing at the ankles of the ones doing the pushing -

How far are we from all finding out just where the edge is, and just how far down it's going to be?


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