The Bugaloo
Don
I been having horrible nightmares lately. Same deal, over and over again.
Just saw Red Dawn this morning after having not seen it since the days before tape players and then, DVDs; back when cable was the only way to see movies at home. Anyways.
My how things have changed.
The idea is the same. In every invasion there tend to be those people that live near the hinterlands and then boogie out to the woods with whatever skills sets, prep (many times, none at all), and loved ones. This will last a day to 10 days. Much of this group saw something horrific happen in town and want no part of it. Now, to buy time to think about what might ever come next, they hunker down among the trees and talk. They also take an accounting of what they have and where they stand with that.
Don't ask me how I know this will be so. I just know it. I see it so clearly.
They will set about to securing water, because after the first 4 hours, everyone will be thirsty. It hits everyone then that without a consistent water supply, it's only a matter of days before the group folds and heads back into town and the awaiting arms of the buses. And whatever they witnessed that drove them into the hills and forests in the first place. Many will have deep emotional explosions and break down and cry. This is perfectly normal; stress does that, so does adrenaline. Even among the guys.
The old normal is no more. Ever, ever again. No more teachers, no more books....shock. Even for the so called prepared. I have been in shock for months. It sucks.
Those that stick it out, knowing to go back is to die right off, hit upon the idea of strength in numbers. Groups will merge; leaders will bark orders. Hopefully, not orders based on bad Hollywood movies; rather, reality orders that see the strategic picture, as a whole. Those that can see that, should be the real leaders, not the biggest guy with the coolest gun. Understand?
The radical change in lifestyle will hit the weakest the hardest. No more showers, fridges, or distractions. A toothbrush? Oh poop I forgot. Reality is the name of the game and facing it with a clear mind paramount to make it to the next day.
The smarter leaders will triage the group into skill sets right off. EMT folks, cooks, hunters, security, camp needs. If no one can have this presence of mind, your group is doomed.
The machinery of the Bugaloo affords a small window of time, because this will happen everywhere at once. But, once the suburbs and cities are either locked down or dealt with, this is that window. After that, the machine will focus of the mountains and woods. Predator drones, even from the beginning are feeding live, round the clock intel while flying high and low over these areas. Was a time, you stayed put during the day and moved during the night. But, at night, with FLIR, a glowing moving mass of orange shouts out SHOOT ME like nothing else. At night, you have to be under cover. Dense trees are best. No fires.
Day is the only time you will have eyes anyway to see. FLIR becomes useless in the sunshine. Radiant heat signatures make everything orange or green.
Groups with women and children will last the least amount of time. They cannot, nor are able, to move and carry equipage in a cohesive, tactical way to avoid detection. This is no slander. Who has such training, except ex swat and tac guys? And what child can even cope with such things at an age under 13?
Most preppers will hunker down at a prepared site EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT. You should have kept your mouth shut while online, not bragging about your new, solar powered whatever that is perfect for running your distiller. These have the lovely joy of having nasty firefights with LEO and DHS. Even if you outgun them at first, they'll just bring up armor. It's why every single police outfit and nat guard unit has them. For local insurrections. Finish. As armor appears, it will flash upon you that being prepped and 50...didn't play. And could you dance the forest dance with a beer belly? Sorry, bros.
I know. Most of the serious preppers still think that back hoe you rented 3 summers ago for your 40 acres, that no one saw you dig that covered trench. The nephilim equipment rental guy does and as well as your credit card online orders for tac gear and storage tanks. They know pretty well just what is where with whom. Okay? Let's not pretend. It's the group that stumbles upon supply stashes who are going to benefit from that. If you prepped on land purchased in your name, they are going to search it with dogs. Finish.
Some preppers have sussed this out. They know that when the big boogie goes down, they intend to drive 30 miles deep into a mountain range, and with their trusty hound by their side, abandon their ride and hoof it. Likely, these are already loners without any family responsibilities. Fido and God is who they talk to.
The last time I ever visited prep sites was in the 90s. Food deals, not so much survival was the thing. From what I see, most preppers want as much of their old conveniences with them as possible. That means staying put somewhere. Providing you are doubly darn sure you are doing it without your location being visible to the machine a long time ago.
The singular issue becomes one of detection and avoidance. I'm not even going to elaborate on that. Each situation will be different. Each outcome, likely the same. Eventually.
Some are just waiting at home. They don't have weapons nor they have ever even considered pointing one at another living creature, much less a human being. The thought of killing a person and watching them die at their feet is abhorrent to them. Eating a hamburger is one thing. Turning a man into hamburger, quite another.
Anyone really know how to skin an animal and dress it? See what I mean? I do, thanks to summer spent with my grandfather, who hunted. These are lost skills in our time. Almost extinct.
My heart is so damn heavy I feel like I'm carrying around an extra 20 pounds of unseen weight. This whole thing just sucks. I can't shake it. It's been like this all summer.
We are heading into fall and water. That makes everything ten times harder. Just think that through and you'll see why.
Of course, there is the unknown and unexpected. Enough will make it to give the gimps problems for at least a year. If the groups arm and coalesce, maybe. But that means killing. A lot of it.
It also means dying. A lot of it.
Many will have to watch loved ones....
And there it is. The big boogie.
The wild card in all this is people's own military and what they are going to tolerate, watching their family and friends lined up against walls and murdered out right; they won't actually see that, but they certainly know about FEMA camps and their REAL PURPOSE. If this group breaks away and supports the hinterlands groups, there is a fighting chance. More than that. If not, that country is no longer a country. It's a giant warehouse of the dead and dying.
The only thing that can even have a
outside chance at this not happening is if the west rises up, right
now, and stands against the machine. You know who they are and more
importantly, by now, WHAT THEY ARE. We are on the verge.
Then there is Almighty YHVH our Elohim. His hand is on this and all the big and little outcomes. All a person can really do, in spite of preparedness or because of it, is put their trust in Him. Yeshua is on duty at all times. The shepherd knows his flock, past, present, and future.
It's what I intend to do and am doing. What else is there?
Don
There be those who will macho up and call bullshite. You'll need that confidence, build on it. Also, remember Washington's third vision and Dad's 3rd Trumpet. Much will be afoot the devils cannot prepare for. It's the singular ray of sunshine in all this. Judgment.
I don't know...maybe its a blessing being red list.
