I’m on Kunstler’s Clusterfuck Nation monday morning posts like flies on half composted chickens. He has a particularly good one this week, but I gotta chime in on one of the comments that appeared there:
Yes, we are moving closer to the edge. And I do think people are feeling the “eerie vibe” you speak of. But most of the talk these days seems to be of raising awareness and changing policy…. oh, and increasing our consumption of all those shiny new green products.
Truth is, even people who care and are fully aware of what is happening get up in the morning, drive the same route to the same job that they afraid to lose since they have no safety net and a ton of debt. So what is this family to do, living as they are, paycheck to paycheck, no healthcare, needy kids, maybe needy parents? What are we asking them to do with all the information and warnings about climate change? Pile everything they own into the aging SUV and head… where exactly?
Posted by:Francesca Johnson | April 28, 2008 at 01:56 AM
Boo Hoo, what to do?
I’m not asking people to do jack shit. Well, I take that back. I’ve asked my brother repeatedly to get his ass down here and start building a cob cottage before economic collapse forces him into a tent down here anyway. I’ve begged the wife’s sister and her husband to chuck the deathburb in Topeka and drag a trailer down here. We’ve offered the guest house to my mother in law a dozen times but she is comfortable in a rental house in a former cow pasture subdivision 5 miles from the nearest grocery store. And maybe the guy who answered the ad for “doomer wanted – free room and board for farm help” will actually come down for the summer.
It’s like pulling fucking teeth, man.
So no, Francesca, there really is no Santa Claus. All is not well enough to just go back to sleep. I saw the writing on the wall and pulled all kinds of financial machinations to get out of the house in town and onto the farm. My arms are sore from shoving potatoes in the ground, only one more 50# sack of seed spuds to go. Then I get to start in on the beans and corn. The fruit trees beat the frost this year so if I keep them sprayed I buy myself a couple of hundred hours over a rocket stove canning fruit later in the year right after a couple hundred hours of doing the same with tomatoes and peppers. I’ll squeeze next winter’s woodcutting in there between my blissful state of consciousness raising episodes weeding the garden. Oh yeah, the goat milking, chicken tending, and everybody’s favorite game show, “Fatten the Hog!”
Etc, etc, yeah boo hoo. So to respond to the money shot:
So what is this family to do, living as they are, paycheck to paycheck, no healthcare, needy kids, maybe needy parents? What are we asking them to do with all the information and warnings about climate change? Pile everything they own into the aging SUV and head… where exactly?
WTF are these people holding on to? A shitty job in a shitty town with a shitty mortgage payment or a shitty rental house is nothing to hold dear to your breast. Why not drop back 15 and punt? Sell everything but the clothes, cast iron, tools and dog, load the family jalopy and head out to Dicksville or Cuntlick and knock on doors until you find a farm where there is the old unused house the grandfolks used to live in on the place and trade out some work for a squat? For that matter, beg for barn space. Or a tent site by the spring. There are too many good folks out here in flyover America that would jump at the chance to give a family a new wholesome start for restringing fences and other odd farm labors that have gotten pushed back for too many years.
When you truly swan dive into the wide world of poverty fresh air, food stamps, and the free clinic are all there for the taking. Why work for an asshole sticking tab A into slot B 50 hours a week to buy crap that is given away through church charities? Even deadbeats that are too lazy to work or cut wood get their propane tanks filled via energy assistance programs. If you haven’t got shit but love where you are, no, don’t leave the comfort of Plasticland. But if you’re fucked, like the example above, and it sucks where you are, staying put in the face of economic meltdown is suicidal and homicidal if you have kids in your life. Make sure you know the location of the nearest FEMA camp and don’t waste any time running there as soon as it opens… you’ll get better bunk space that way.
I’ve heard some really idiotic excuses for staying in the wage slave mill over the years. Shit like we’d move to the country but where would the kids go to college? The wife/ husband just got a raise so we should be okay for awhile. When the second car gets paid off. Just put my mom in the nursing home and need to be close to visit. Finally got the yard looking nice. Don’t want to take the penalty cashing in the 401k. And my all time favorite – What will we do with the cats?
Correct, correct, true, true, there aren’t places for the entire population of City of the Dammned dwellers to relocate to. maybe slots are available for only the first half million or so. Act now! Offer expires when the lights flicker…
So I’m just blathering away here, nobody is listening, nobody is moving, no one dooming. Wanna relocate here? Use the comment function. I got plenty of space to park on.