(Please don’t take too seriously): I’m a shameless “Walking Dead” fan.
We all have one within our circle of extended family and friends.
We’ll call him “Noah.” He is the modern day cowboy expecting and preparing for a worldwide end-times cataclysmic event of epic proportions. An event similar to what happened in the ancient “days of Noah.” Noah’s not scared though. He fully expects to escape the coming tribulation with pickled food, an embarrassment of generators, and thousands of rounds of military ammo.
I envy Noah a bit.
My very limited talents include teaching math, coaching football, and writing semi-intelligently about subjects I actually know very little about. But when the second Great Depression hits and people start eating each other again, screw all that: I want to be on Noah’s team.
Tangible survival skill will rule that day, not inane activities like introspection and art.
Noah has got a backup for everything. If…
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