Emergency!

I can't remember if I have told you all this already or not. If I have just grit your teeth and bare with me. 

I am not a fickle person.  I am very committed and I see thing through. I think I have said this before, the one about the treadmill, I bought one and ran it into the ground and then bought another and did the same, Yes? No?  Ok, doesn't matter.  The point is I might say I am thinking about this or that and not do them, but once I decide I am doing something, I do it.

However lately, I have not been able to get to all of the things I am "committed" to doing. I have these brilliant, I say brilliant photo ideas for conceal carry, but I can not find the time to get with my friend to finish that project. I have been planing on pillaging my neighbors trash in a kind of adventure-learning-to-survive-on-my-own-homage thing to kymber's husband, but that hasn't happened. I have a few new ideas for the blog that I think are original, about guns, and might be helpful to someone, but no way can I carve out a millisecond to plan it out let alone set the wheels in motion. Not doing to well on the follow through.

I just finished reading Surviving a School Shooting:A Plan Of Attack For Parents,Teachers and Students. Before that I was reading The Admirals and a book Called Fearless, neither of which I have finished, so what on earth possessed me to buy another, I will never know, but I did.

Based on the recommendation left in the comment section of my blog by Phil Wong I purchased Emergency by Neil Strauss. My kids are preoccupied, so I dove right in.

Right from the beginning I knew this was a book for me. From the prologue...

The author of the book is with his friend, Mad Dog.

Fuck, I am suppose to kill a goat today. And I couldn't even kill a fly in my room last night. Really. Sadly, I just put a drinking glass over it, covered the opening with a saucer and then set it free outside. I am a victim of my own empathy.

From chapter one...


Preparing myself for hard times has been incredibly challenging, because some people were born tough. I wasn't. My parents live on the forty-second floor of a seventy-two-story building in Chicago.  they didn't camp, hunt, farm, cook, or even fix things themselves.

As for learning skills after leaving home...nothing about growing food or building fires or defending yourself.  In fact, I had never even been in a fight in my life though I had been mugged twice.

From chapter two...

The author is trying to find a group of people who think the world is going to end. Not just average folks, but extremist.  He calls them "death cults."  He finds a group he would like to spend New Year's Eve 1999(you know the whole Y2K year 2000 thing) with, House Of Yahweh.  He calls them up.

The public relations leader says, "It's going to happen soon, and it's going to be over the seven-year-agreement that took place on the White House lawn between Rabin and Arafat." He went on. "In the news, Russia..."

He paused for effect and then concluded: "There isn't going to be any warning."


"That makes sense." I replied. Those words actually came out of my mouth. I am a very empathic person. I tend to see a person's point of view easily, even if that person is criminally insane. 


Yeah, this book is for me.