These days, do you ever find yourself wondering about eschaton, doomsday, apocalypse? I do. No reason in particular.
Apocalyptophiles have a handy acronym for the stage of human existence that comes after the fan is hit by that which should never be in proximity of a fan. When the SHTF, they tell us, they intend to be ready. Lately I’ve been wondering whether the preppers are on to something. What if 2020 to date turns out to be a mere amuse-bouche to a banquet of catastrophe yet to come? What if an electromagnetic pulse takes out the power grid, Kamala Harris …
Something to Consider
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