As concerning as it is for what is come, I've properly prepared my finances and am completely out of the banks except for cash that I need.
I've tried my best to warn people for the shit storm that is coming. And of course, we get the side-eye bullshit, even when we were obviously right about covid and vax. Let's not mention the many "conspiracy theories" that became reality.
I find myself hoping that people will get wiped the fuck out so that they can finally learn and accept the reality that we already know. I feel wrong about this, but I've tried my damn best to warn and inform. It isn't really working, as most of you already know.
"You can't tell them the truth, you must SHOW them the truth. "
What a great quote and another truth that I didn't know until I witnessed how stupid and unremarkable people really are during this global psyop.
I feel wrong that I feel this way, waiting for the wipe-out moment. It isn't a " I told you so" that I feel vindicated about, it is the sheer ignorance and complete pride people have in themselves without considering any other view or evidence.
They are going to come to me for help. I already know it. I've done pretty well and in a good position, but what do you do as a Christian when you've tried to warn, inform, and politely give facts about what is the truth? With furthermore, given the side-eye, insultingly being disregarded at every single turn, laughed at, even when the truth about covid is already out there?
I am completely disgusted with family members and friends. Their info is so shitty and they still can't see that they were lied to on every single level. I'm the crazy person in my family, like a lot of you. I'm not sure how to handle this when it comes time.
What do you do here?
Do you say "no"? Or, "you didn't fucking listen to me and now you want help"? It's hard to do and I don't know how to go about this.
I say share everything above one's own family's needs, in such an event.
My "analogy" is the depression. My grandfather did not lose his farm as many did, b/c the family (including wife and children) had diversified products, not dependent on the overall ag market, sales for cash income. In addition to market crops and livestock, they had bees and honey, apple trees, sorghum for molasses, chickens, turkeys, they had New Zealand red meat rabbits, my Dad milked a dozen cows before school even in the first grade, and his older brother hauled the milk up to where the milk truck would pick it up, etc.
They did not hold back. Dad said his father was generous to the neighbors. Whatever they had over and above their absolute needs, they shared.
The Hoboes would ride the rails, they marked places for follow on Hoboes. Grandma would give them a sandwich.
Dad said you could sweep the house with a broom and you wouldn't find a dime! but they ate, because they were on a farm, and he felt badly for the city people. Apples for breakfast, applies for lunch, apples for dinner, if they had apples, etc.
Well the hoboes were grateful for a sandwich, to get them on down the line. If they attacked with deadly weapons? That is when you defend your stores.
My dad told me of the Depression when his family ate not much other than green beans and oatmeal. They did not have indoor plumbing. I wish I’d asked him more about those times and about his service in WW2.
No they did not have indoor plumbing and no electricity until the mid-1940s. My grandmother used corn cobs for fuel for her cooking stove. Yet she managed to make 17 pies for threshing day. [lol 17!]
You can find the details of your father's WW II service from the National Archives and maybe fold3.com.