When the Zombies Come

Okay. Is it just me, or are the rest of you freaking out too? Do you lie awake at night worrying about TEOTWAWKI? Do you wonder when the zombies will come? Are we heading for Obamageddon? And if so, are we prepared?

I’m not talking about Halloween scary here, folks. I’m talking a dollar crash, hyperinflation, food and gas shortages, riots, Martial law: you know, full blown Mad Max meets The Road hell. It’s difficult to read reports from the likes of Peter Schiff, Gerald Celente, Jim Rogers, and Marc Faber–his newsletter is called ‘Doom, Boom and Gloom,’ not exactly the harbinger of sunshine and roses–and feel, if not positively terrified, then at least negatively terrified. These guys have got it right thus far. What if they’re right about the future too?

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Lying in bed, I take stock of the Big Four: Money/Finances; Food Storage; Security; and Self-Sustaining Lifestyle. I try not to think about my first veggie garden this summer, in which I raised an entire crop of ONE tomato. I stare at the ceiling as I run through my survival list, taking a moment to digest that I–a self-professed big city gal–even knows what’s on a survival list. Emergency food rations? Check. Water for 30 days? Check. Medical kit? Check. Guns and ammo? Check. Ability to use said guns and ammo? Mini-check, but getting better every day (discovering you can hit a head shot at 400 yards is strangely empowering). Bug-out bag? On the ‘to-do’ list. Booze? Well, since I keep dipping into the whiskey supply, I probably need to learn how to distill my own. Spam recipes? Check. Dog food? Er, this would be a check except it ran out last week and I dived into the emergency supply. [Aside: An actual conversation with Hubby: "If you were starving, would you eat the dog?" Further aside, me: "I'm gaining weight on purpose, Babes. Precautionary measure, yanno?"]

You see my dilemma. On the one hand, I want to be prepared. Proper preparation prevents poor performance, as Miss Mullins, my headmistress at Pretoria High School for Girls used to say. But, on the other, it seems, well, so melodramatic. Having grown up in a third world country–although, ostensibly, South African whiteys lived a first world existence–I wonder whether things in the United States would actually get ‘Oath Keepers vs. FEMA camp’ bad, or whether the average citizen would just have to deal with the same crappy stuff swathes in the rest of the world do: high crime; terrible infrastructure; foreign exchange controls; some restrictions on movement; nothing too severe, basically, a life of toilet paper shortages. But then again, this would be–forgive me–shitty enough. Ladies, imagine a world–with all due respect to John Lennon–without tampons. And gentleman, don’t shrug, trust me, you’re going to care about this too. I know how miserable I was on a trip to India where it is almost impossible to buy said feminine hygiene products, and trying to mime “Do you carry tampons?” at a pharmacy in Goa ain’t no picnic neither.

Sigh. Add tampon-stash to list. Also add: toilet paper; bicycle; more whiskey (for medicinal purposes, of course); more water and purification tablets; barter goods; fishing kit; sewing kit; poncho; bolt cutters; radios; rappelling lines; fire starting kit; hatchet or machete… hatchet or machete??? Aaaargh! Will I ever sleep again?

Plan for the worst, hope for the best, and prepare to be surprised, I think as I punch my pillow. Well, okey-dokey:

  • Plan for the worst: Let’s say the United States does crumble like a piece of ripe Roquefort (the likes of which you won’t be seeing for a good long while then).
  • Expect the best: In order to beat the zombies, we need a plan. Nature abhors a vacuum. We need a way to spread our message. We need a way to reach the kind of people who elect–and keep in office–the Barney Franks of the world, otherwise the zombies will just rise again. If I was writing the screenplay for this scenario, a heroic hacker–preferably Angelina Jolie circa Gia–would write a virus that spams the whole world with a message of freedom, self-reliance, and personal responsibility. Think viral talking-head video–again, more hot chick, less John Hurt as Adam Sutler–espousing the principles of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Sovereignty for all!
  • Prepared to be surprised? This is where you come in. In the interest of catching some ZZZs, I thought we could get a little interactive here at Fr33 Agents… Imagine you could write that message. What would you say? If the proverbial crap hit the proverbial fan–assuming we still had electricity and the internet–ack, don’t get me started again!–what would your message of freedom be? How would you convince the zombies to become undead? How would you convince them to give up their parasitic existences in favor of free markets? How would you entice them to join the land of the liberty living? Keep it on the short side–remember it would be a stealth video or email–and… go!

About the Author

Live free or die, baby! Surrealpolichick is a liberty activist and a Free State Project first 1,000 mover. She is the Porcupine Freedom Festival organizer, and has the quill crown to prove it. Surrealpolichick hails from South Africa, where, under the apartheid regime, her ideas about the evils of state power formed. Her personal mantra, which she coined on a beach in Goa, and which she believes encapsulates the ideals of voluntaryism, is: Chill Don't Kill.