The Illuminati, Part 3
How To Survive The Culling
Since writing my last article, I have been pre-occupied with developing strategies on how to survive the coming culling. Planning survival scenarios is a bit of a hobby of mine since I came to the USA. The USA is a bit more unpredictable than The Netherlands. Nothing ever happens in The Netherlands. No hurricanes, no tornadoes, hardly any floods. Cold rain or warm rain. That’s about it. And our political climate is almost as boring as our weather. No mass civil unrest, no looming civil war. We only had one political assassination in the last three hundred years or so. And our infrastructure is boringly amazing. Nothing ever stops working.
As you can understand, I was quite excited when I experienced a four hour long power outage on the first day of my arrival in the USA. I realized that I had to adapt to this exciting country and to step up my game. Since then, I have made a host of survival scenarios. Because the USA is anything but boring. And I am still learning and adapting every day. To give some examples:
Hurricane. Have enough food, water and batteries for at least three weeks. Fill up bath with water. Shelter in place. Unless it’s a Level 3 or higher, then evacuate.
Home Invasion: Grab weapon systems. Take a defensive position in the house. Encourage invaders to leave the house. Wait until the police has arrived to arrest the invaders.
Large Scale Civil Unrest: Grab weapon systems. Take a defensive position in the house. Wait until National Guard and/or police have quelled the uprising. Sell house. Move to another state.
Civil War: Buy one way ticket to a civilized country. Grab passports. Leave to never return. (I think it’s very impolite to interfere in other peoples’ civil wars).
My newest project is The Culling. How to survive it. And I have to admit that it’s a tough one. I am not sure if I can do it. I have made the scenario as difficult as possible. The logic behind this is that if I can survive the toughest scenario I can think of, I can survive anything. So, here we go:
A Carrington Event in 2025 kills off every vaccinated person on the planet, due to graphene reacting to the strong electromagnetic pulse. In my town that will be 90% of the population. Almost all my friends will have died. Plus my beautiful-beautiful wife. Who should have listened to me. Which she never does. My two kids are still alive, since they are unvaxxed. However, since they likely are studying in The Netherlands and in Florida, I assume that I am on my own. It’s a pity, since they can fight quite well.
The stench of millions of dead bodies will be overwhelming and a great source of disease. Luckily, our Overlords foresaw this problem and stored millions of bodybag containers near every major population center. Just in case. I am not sure who is going to do the body removal. I hope it’s not me.
Because of the Carrington Event, nothing that uses electronics will work anymore. No lights, no phones, no internet. Modern cars will not work. Heating probably will stop working too. Water will soon be unavailable. The few survivors will rapidly be fighting over limited resources.
Since the armed forces have a 95% or higher vaccination rate, they will no longer exist. The National Guard has a lower vaccination rate, but will likely also be decimated. This will likely also be true for the police force and federal organizations like the FBI, CIA, DEA etc. It’s unclear if this is also the case with mercenary forces. And on which side they will be. Probably on the side of the billionaires with their secret doomsday survival bunkers that they have been building.
Probably the only effective fighting forces will be sleeper cells that have been sent to the USA by foreign entities. In the last three years, 10 million military aged men have infiltrated its territory. Unvaxxed of course. They will be armed. And they are here to kill everyone who will have survived the Carrington Event.
I am a partly crippled 53 year old man. A little bit of camping and military experience. Food for three months or so. But there are squirrels in the back yard. And a raccoon. And some birds. That’s free protein. So I may last a bit longer. I have a water filter which will clean almost every water source. Several small firearms of different calibers, 3000 rounds in total. House is located in a very dense urban setting. No homestead in the country side, because my newly dead wife thought it would be a bad investment. Can happen. De mortui nihil nisi bene.
I thought about this scenario for a week and I came to the conclusion that I am doomed. With a bit of luck, I may last four months. Tops. The best I can do is to meditate, and to pray for the Atlanteans to come to my rescue and salvation. Well, it was a good life. Seeing some grand-children would have been nice though.