I wrote bits of this in another post, but I think it needs to be common knowledge if things get turbulent.
I popped a couple grand out of the bank the other day and scrapped my old debit card for a new one, to get me out of any subscription that still have the info logged in.
I don't think the money is gonna matter though. If the banks all go down, then the value of the dollar won't mean anything anyway. Cash will be as valuable as your ability to sucker someone into believing it still has value.
Gold and silver, unless you have it in your possession, is also as useless as money in the bank.
Even if you do have gold and silver on hand, don't expect to barter with it. People have no clue what it is actually worth anymore.
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Instead, buy food and stuff that makes stuff. Don't buy more than 2 weeks of food, though. A minor shortage will turn into a major shortage in the panic, which we learned from the Toilet Paper Shortage before the China Virus started up.
When I say "stuff that makes stuff" I mean buy firewood (or better yet, source your own) and hand tools that don't need electricity. If the power goes out, and people need to build stuff, all the electric hand drills in the world won't be worth anything but their weight in copper coils. Instead, buy braces, old wrenches at thrift stores (can be gotten for pennies), nails, screws, bolts, ANYTHING elastic, yarn, cordage(paracord/rope), matches and candles(to melt the ends of paracord), saws, tarps, knives, hatchets; you get the deal.
Barter is the oldest and honest form of commerce -- and one they can't tax or monitor!
Buy some craft books. Put your "manliness" or "girliness" aside and get things like cookbooks, knitting/crochet/sewing books, wood working books, mechanic books, and the like. If the internet goes down, you'll be glad you can still crochet a blanket or pair of socks. It's really not as hard as it seems.
Next, the holy grail of crafts... PVC Piping.
PVC pipe in all sizes is more valuable than gold in an extended blackout. It can be used to make tents, collect water, or heated up and shaped to form armor plates. You can duct tape a kitchen knife to the end to make a spear, or even lash it with some cordage and make a bow. The interlocking cylinder's are the most versatile crafting base for any project to date. Expect a single Tee adapter to be worth a sack of flour on its own.
Don't glue unless you're working with water. You can always tear down what you make and use it for something else. Don't cut pipe unless you have to. Measure twice, cut once. Learn to make wood dowels to connect two small pipes together, in case you screw up.
Once you realize you don't have to buy something-ready made and that everything is only a sum of its parts (that you can scrap and reuse) you really get a rush of independence that only a Creator knows.
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In summary...
Use these things to make things. Then trade the things you make. Make boxes, bags, knives(from old wrenches) and anything else needed for a more "rustic" lifestyle. You and others in your community will be glad you had the foresight.
So many goobers get all these mail-order "bugout bags" and prepper supplies, but they neglect getting the things that actually matter -- tools.
Make yourself so invaluable to your community, with your knowledge and intuition, that you'd be the last person they'd eat. It's a silly conclusion, but absolutely true in its merits.
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Feel free to add your own advice in the comments. Knots are something else to keep in mind.
LOL. Reminds me of that great song "White Lightning" sung by George Jones!
Well, my DH was an alcoholic (pass out kinda alcoholic!) who could hold a steady job but once he got home drank way too much beer and Jack Daniels. He finally went sober about 10 years ago after I made the decision not to enable him ever again. It was that or our marriage was over sad to say.
Thank the Lord he chose me over the booze. I decided to not drink again - even when away from home - to support him. No loss for me as I wasn't a big drinker to begin with. My DH no longer feels the need for alcohol. But we both decided to put our emergency stash in a place not easy to get to unless needed. ;-)
Haven't though of this in years, but when I was a young man, more than 40 years ago, I met a girl that lived in Atlanta. I ended up talking with her for hours at a time over the phone. We liked each other it seemed. She finally got an opportunity to travel to Jacksonville to visit me. I got drunk and made a total ass of myself, and ruined any chance of a relationship.
When I got home that night, alone, still pretty inebriated, I sat down at the table and wrote this, not to good of a poem, but it expressed the moment.
Well, I really did it this time, got drunk and ruined all my rapport
With the only girl in the world at the time, I really cared anything for.
You think I would have learned by now, no one likes being round a sot,
And I guess I sort of proven to this girl so how that nice is what I'm not.
But that couldn't have been me saying those words, I'm not that big of a goof
I was someone else that night inside
I call him the phantom of 86 proof
It's sort of like Jekell and Hyde.
Will I have the strength to defeat him, and come out a winner on top
Will I have the will to beat him, and make all the hurting stop.
I guess the answer will come when all's ended, and all that's goings gone down
When it's to late for relationships to be mended, and I count the friends still around.
God Bless you, Patriot.
At the very least you owned up as to why a promising relationship didn't pan out. That's a start.
Might want to pray if you're into that. My DH was never a really religious guy. He didn't mind my being so, but until he almost lost our marriage he came to the Lord...who answered his prayer. A few short relapses in the first couple of years made him realize he couldn't do it all on his own. So he became more prudent and wise by the grace of God. Our marriage is stronger for it.
Take care.
Oh yea, I am a big believer in the power of prayer. My life is a total miracle. God has save me form more than one certain death. And I had a mother that prayed over me all of her life. She was the most faithful Christian I will ever know. Not once did I ever see her faith fail. My father was also a quite, and faithful Christian. In both profession, and the way they lived their lives.
My Dad worked very hard. When I worked for him, our normal work day was from 08 am till 11 pm five days a week, and till 6 pm on Saturdays, and usually my did would be there working to late at night Saturday. But he would not even allow me to mow the grass, or do any work outside around the house on Sunday, not for the showiness of it, but he believe Sunday was the lords day. We were in church ever Sunday, and my mom and dad tithed faithfully up until the day they died. My mom gave me many examples of how the lord come through because they were always faithful with the tithe. That they never wanted for anything of necessity.
My grandmother was the same way. My mom told me the story about how one night, my grandmother was closing up her restaurant, and one of her good friends, a Senator from Florida watched her count her tithe out of the take from that days business. And the Senator said, Ms. Davis, I don't think your suppose to pay tithe on your gross profits. And my grandmother told him, this is they way I've been doing it all my life, and God has taken care of my needs, so that's the way I'm going to keep doing it. There are other storied of her tremendous faith that is I fear more than I could show.
One example I remember being told about my mom is when I was in a very serious car accident. When she first arrived at the hospital, and saw me bleeding, and shaking with convulsions, in the emergency room, she could hardly contain herself. But later, when It was still unknown whether I would live or die, other people around her would ask her, "how are you so calm in all of this." And she recounted to me that when she was nearly at the breaking point, she just said, 'Lord, I can't handle this, I am putting my son in your hands", and she told me that from that second on, she did not have one bit of worry in her mind, and knew that I was in Gods hands, and if I died, that was the lord will.
I know I have to get to heaven on my own faith, but it sure was nice to have a mom who prayed for me every day. I always felt like God saved me from that car accident, from three near drownings, and from countless other mishaps because of my mother prayers. I think she is praying for me, and my siblings even now from the Lords side,
I think your mother is praying for you in heaven too, Patriot.
God Bless.