Prepare for the Worst
In addition to copies of my passport and other vital documents, my go-bag has a spare AppleTV, individual Metamucil packets (they don’t call it a go-bag for nothing), a Ziploc baggie of artisanally roasted free trade coffee beans, and enough prescription anti-anxiety pills to tranquilize an elephant for a decade. I was pretty sure I was under-prepared before reading about people taking wilderness-based survival and evasion courses. Now I’m really sure. Though, after a few weeks in dystopia, I imagine I’ll be able to trade a couple teaspoonfuls of the Metamucil for anything from gold bars to heavy weapons. NYT (Gift Article): Getting Ready for the Worst. Just in Case. “In the chilly dusk on a recent Saturday, nine people were creeping through the California hills. Their faces were painted in shades of green, yellow, brown and black, so that they blended into their surroundings. Moving uphill through thickets of trees, they tried to be silent, as if not to draw the attention of some unseen enemy. They were conscious of every breath, every dry leaf that crunched underfoot, every snapped twig. These people were not military personnel. They were just civilians — biotech workers, a masseuse, an entrepreneur — who had decided to spend a weekend preparing themselves for a war, societal collapse or some other calamity.” (With an outlook that bleak, I have to assume they’re NextDraft subscribers).