I figure somewhere out there in finance world, there is a number.
A number that when reached, means we have crossed the line and we ain’t coming back.
It’s a debt number, and in my head that number is 50 Trillion. To me that is the breaking point, the last straw,
the tipping point, as they say.
I used to think I could out smart 50T,and be dead before it arrived. And as 240 likes to say “Fart in its general direction”
Now today, I’m not so sure. We are above 35T now and spending like drunken sailors on shore leave.
At our present rate of consumption, I believe we should cross that bridge of no return sometime in 2026, possibly earlier.
I think investing in things that will help keep you running is key. Food, ammo, fuel, oil& filters, anything that would help one live as close to their normal as possible. Not normal, mind you, but as close as possible.
Maybe a spare set of tires, tools to fix things, along with knowledge to do so. Maybe even a couple of rattle cans to cover up the new. In the beginning, I believe it will be a bit of a free for all. Perhaps mostly in the city. But yes pretty much everywhere. Those displaced will seek targets of opportunity.
Divest yourselves of big stores, build some local resources. Make friends with the folks with signs at the end of their driveways that say Eggs for sale, Bunnies, for sale, and so on. Offer to help them solve a problem if you can.
On Friday, as much by luck as by planning I stumbled upon a farmer, great guy, we hit it off almost immediately.
He asked me what I was trying to sell today. I told him I had given some thought to what he really needed. He sarcastically asked what I thought he could actually need.
So I responded with, “Screw the machines, I’m thinking a crate of AKs and 5,000 rounds of ammo”. He lit up like a Christmas tree. And it just took off from there. He said all he owns is one deer rifle and he can barely shoot it. Now, I have a half of beef inbound, and a place to hunt should I so desire. ($3.65/Pound cut and wrapped for those interested)
In exchange, I offered to teach him to shoot. He said he couldn’t hit a deer if his life depended on it. I asked if it was always that way, he said no, he was quite good when he was younger. Then I asked if his gun was on? He said he had a buddy who was a local police sniper test it and it was spot on.
I came away very pleased with this meeting. Not sure where it will go, but it has great potential.
I think making as many of these local connections as possible is key to our getting over this upcoming hump.
Money is and always was an artificial conveyance of wealth and or property. Nothing more.
it just made purchases simpler. No hauling a bag of gold down to the butcher shop in exchange for meat. No trading a box of .22s for coffee.
As preppers and survivalists, we hope/think we can go it alone. And maybe some of us can. But it’s the exception rather than the rule. Maybe when we were younger, but probably not even then.
I am usually the last one to advocate joining a group. Groups are like a chain, only as strong as its weakest link.
You are not likely to stumble upon Dev Gru out in your travels, perhaps not even a troop of well practiced Boy Scouts.
Some groups are actually a detriment to your survival. Untested, poorly trained, and undersupplied, they will draw down your supplies and not offer much in return.
When I first got on this train, I was approached by a Mutual Assistance Group. They requested I sit in on a meeting and see if I was able to contribute. What a bunch of losers! I remember thinking after about the first ten minutes, “this was a huge mistake” All these guys could talk about was guns and comms.
Don’t get me wrong, I like guns as much as the next guy. But all they were seeking as guidance to get out of that urban cesspool we all call NYC. Once there, they planned on pillaging what they needed. I had to work hard not to choke the leader, and times were good. The meeting ended, we parted ways, and I never looked back.
I guess what I’m trying to say is choosing the right group is as important as choosing any group. Honestly if we lived in a place without ROL, I would have dumped the leader just for kicks, he was that big of a turd.
He kept saying it was a two way street and that we might need him too. .
I explained to him in my so diplomatic way, that even if things got really bad out in the country, none of us would be making the trip to NYC in search of help. And we weren’t about to import a gang on thieving fucking pirates seeking to steal from us. In retrospect I should have left out the thieving part for the sake of getting along.
Man, this ran long!
@Mel, any help here?
Moral of the story, look around with a keen eye and see what you really need. Get some training, in things you may need.
Mechanics, first aid, conflict resolution, and so on.
Do a trial, run. Dump your main breaker for a few days. I know I have said this before, but it is an excellent way to flesh out the weak spots.
Carry on,
LV,