Well, clearly spending the rest of my days scavanging the empty streets of Manhattan, living in some pallisade encircled shantytown with a bunch of retards in surplus hockey pads or roaming the wastland would blow.
I just sort of presumed I’d be the one roaming the wastland in a supercharged V-8 interceptor making other people’s lives nasty brutish and short (right…because that’s the car you want in a world once the gasoline runs out. I guess a Prius doesn’t really fit the ‘post apocalyptic’ image).
I remember the time we lived in Chicago on the first floor and didn’t lock our doors or windows.
I think the need for guns and locks show we are not yet fully civilized.
It may be a small minority of people that are that way, but the gun in one hand can kill a lot of innocent people. I sometimes wonder if we had spent more money and time trying to find out why people kill one another if there would be so many killings. One suicide bomber can kill a lot of people and doesn’t seem to value his (or her) own life. The cost of crime alone makes it hard to cover the cost of health care in this country.
At least if I have a seizure or stroke or heart attack or fall into a coma some neardowell donkeys rectum will be less likely to call 911 and cause me to incur a $16000 medical bill - again, like they did last time.