So: Dawn had to run to the far end of Harris-Teeter to pick-up something on the grocery list that we’d overlooked, and I was left idling around the magazine rack. I like to check what they’re selling now and then. I rarely pitch features to magazines these days because the pay has got so awful, but I do like to see what people are buying and reading.
Well, what do you know? There’s a new genre that I haven’t previously encountered, with titles like OffGrid, Bugout, Survivor’s Edge, and American Survival Guide. Yep, right next to the gun mags there were four new pubs devoted to surviving in the dystopian world that the Trump-loving gun freaks will do their best to help create tomorrow.
This is serious stuff, too, with stories like How to survive nuclear winter. (That’s a bona fide story; I did not make it up.)
I’m thinking that, with all those years as a civil engineer, I’ve got to be better prepared to sell pieces to these magazine’s editors than some Joe Blow who has spent his life trying to decipher the mystery of chemtrails.
All those years spent telling Trump-like developers how to drain a Florida swamp, and reading all the Carl Hiaasen novels, have surely prepared me for Your post-apocalypse home in the Everglades. And, of course, I grew-up in Detroit: I can probably whip-out How your family can thrive in the basement of an abandoned warehouse pretty quickly. And, Protecting your dehydrated veggies stash from other homeless people should be a piece of cake (and recyclable to the gun mags with only minor editing).
I attended college in one of the richest hard-rock mining areas on earth, and to this day there are hundreds of abandoned mines waiting to be explored. How about A snug and comfortable winter in an adit? And who wouldn’t find useful instruction in How to remove ALL the quills before eating a porcupine?
If Trump wins, I know where my escape hatch is.