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No, not that one! Last week until the election . . .

Did you follow directions last week? No? Well, you still have time!

See, I’m not paranoid or wishing for SHTF, most preppers aren’t—with some exceptions, particularly the ones who make “good TV.” But, if something happens, well . . .

Personally, I’m leaning toward a big issue with the election itself, although it’s hard to tell if that’s specific to this particular year or if it’s every presidential election and we just don’t remember the acrimony, the mud-slinging, the legal issues. Et cetera.

I think every four years we tend to forget a bit, to let it go. Then, when the season rolls around again, we not only remember, we dig up more dirt, sometimes going back several terms or decades.

It doesn’t matter. Social media is kind of an evil, ancient curse, in spite of its newness. You think you’re getting something good, and some of it is, or it is for a time, and then BAM. You’re screwed.

Point is that you better be ready for just about anything. If you live in an earthquake zone, you have a kit and plan, right? Flood area? Tornado Alley? Sure, you do.

This isn’t anything different.

We all know, historically if not personally, how the “I’m from the government and I’m here to help” works, amiright?

So when you shop this week, add some extra items, things you absolutely can’t do without and things you can’t make yourself. You’ll feel a lot better.

And be sure to vote. Confession: I skipped one year, ONE year, and wasn’t happy with the outcome. No, my vote didn’t matter by itself, but what if there’d been many people who’d planned to vote as I would have?

You never know.

And you never know when some kind of emergency will require you to be a lot more self-sufficient.

Yes, I’m going there, because the whole “issue” pisses me off no end. Otherwise intelligent women are blah, blah, blah-ing about “my body, my choice.”

Yep, your choice. To be made BEFORE YOU HAVE SEX. Yes, birth control can fail—abstinence will never fail. Very, very few women, relatively speaking, become pregnant from rape or incest. Not that it can’t happen, but statistically, it’s rare.

Even so, why should an innocent child suffer? Why compound the crime of rape or incest with murder?

Oh, wait—you say it’s just a clump of cells? A “fetus.”

Do you even know what that word means?

From Webster: a human being or animal in the later stages of development before it is born; a developing human.

It’s so not like removing a part of your own body, a tumor, a mole, whatever. It’s a removing a LIFE.

Sex is fun, enjoyable, a blast, whatever you want to call it—but it is NOT a right. You are not entitled to have sex. Period.

It’s a risk you take that you may end up pregnant—assuming you are a woman having sex with a man. It’s a FACT, people. There’s a chance, no matter how remote. So act accordingly. Like a responsible adult, instead of with a whiny me, me, me attitude.

Here’s another fun fact: Roe vs. Wade was a farce. The girl claimed she was raped. BAM! Abortion on demand. Guess what? She wasn’t. She later retracted the whole story. You have an entire country applauding abortion because one woman said she was raped. And was not. Let that sink in.

And no, I won’t stop. I won’t say, “Well, *I* won’t have one, but if you do, it’s okay.”

It’s not okay. It’s not.

Many of you sob over lost and abandoned and abused puppies and kittens. WTF? Are human babies less valuable? Geez, get your head examined.

As for that bullshit about “Republicans want to save babies, but not feed them,” you are full of it. Republicans do NOT want children to starve or live in poverty, but they DO want their own freakin’ parents to step up and take care of those children.

Unfortunately, you can’t legislate people into being adults, just like you can’t legislate people into being smart.

Case. In. Point.