I've been getting pretty worked up lately about the apocalypse. Mostly because i am officially obsessed with this survivalist dude. He has an arsenal, he has stockpiled food and soda, including dehydrated food, water supply, cough syrup, super door locks, motion censors, a survival dog, seven thousand dollars in nickels, a loving family, a generator, a well organized basement, and a couple of cats. He carries handguns to work, has bags packed for his kids in case at any time they need to run from the federal government or looters or anything really. He has machine guns, shot guns, laser sights, multiple handguns on his person at all times, or least when he's not at work (just one concealed gun for work). He has a survival pack for his dog. He has his anonymity and tons of videos. And while accomplishing total security and the sort of painstaking preparation that would make an eagle scout cry, he manages to find the time to uncover and report on a scandal within the toilet paper industry. It might just be time to buy a fucking gun.
This guy is amazing. I want to interview him, but he doesn't seem to want to make any personal friends. I could see myself becoming a loose end in his otherwise successfully secret identity. So for now i will watch his videos and admire and feel totally unprepared for the coming end times.
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