Ya, I've been absent Mr. Kotter and here's my BS excuse. I've been seeking answers in long dead philosophers, long dead patriots and current friends/family. Trying to reconcile my core beliefs with what I can see coming is nothing less than torture.
I don't like where we're heading, I don't like the pattern. If that's a little vague, perhaps a google search of general human history can bring a candle to the dark. Standing on a street corner with a candle while dancing in the blood makes me vomit. Shedding light on the truth also makes me vomit, but I do feel better afterwards.
I've spent most of the last 4 months rebuilding my Bug Out Bag(and making some wise investments) while recognizing and accepting that I've already bugged out. I'm not going anywhere.
If the SHTF, you won't find me in the hills scrapping rocks and rotten logs for food. I'll stay right here, going to work, coming home to scoop cat crap out of the litter box, refining the perfect recipe for fried chicken and counting things that come across my focus.
I can survive in the hills, but I can fight more effectively staying right here, being exactly who I am.