This morning I was was reading yet another story about end of the world people who are stockpiling canned food and batteries and air filters for their underground bunker so they can be ready when the world ends.
So here’s my question.
They’re going to be sitting in a bunker rationing their survival cave food buckets and playing card games in candlelight, and then what?
Is that really a life, smugly enjoying being so smart to still be alive, all by themselves and waiting for the day when … what?
When they can all roam on the gray surface trying to avoid being eaten by the other survivors?
If everything does go to hell, I want to be a ghost (I plan on expiring in the first 15 minutes of the catastrophe, whatever it is) watching those people sitting across from each other reconstituting their beef stroganoff survival meals. I think that would be funny.