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“The enemy will never attack you where you are strongest. … He will attack where you are weakest. If you do not know your weakest point, be certain, your enemy will,” Charlie said.
Good advice, dude.
Nothing worse than a corporal type, with limited intelligence, a gun, and his “orders.” No amount of logic in the world could ever penetrate through to him.
Unfortunately, there's LOTS of these types.
“They don’t get it yet. If this is as bad as I think it is … they’ll be the first to die. They don’t know how to survive without a society that supports them even as they curse it or rebel against it.”
Truth hurts.
The larger the group, the more likely it was that it would fragment under stress, with a few in power looking out for themselves first.
A sad reality.
America is like an exotic hothouse plant. It can only live now in the artificial environment of vaccinations, sterilization, and antibiotics we started creating a hundred or more years ago.
Take that away and then....
“Three weeks ago we were all Americans. Hell, if somebody said an offensive word, made a racial or sexist slur, my God, everyone would be up in arms and it’d be front-page news. Turn off the electricity and bang, we’re at each other’s throats in a matter of days.
Take away the luxuries from a people who don't know how to live without them, well....that's not a pretty scene.
We were spoiled unlike any generation in history, and we forgot completely just how dependent we were on the juice flowing through the wires, the buttons doing something when we pushed them.
So unfortunate.
For John it was the word “America” that hit home. The land of milk and honey, the land where obesity had been considered a major health issue, almost a national right, with food chains boasting about who had the biggest, fattest burger.
Ugh more truth to hurt.
It was so damn strange, John thought, how sometimes the most unlikely people, an ugly little man like this one, could hold such power. He had a tremendous command presence, his voice sweet, rich, carrying power. So strange how some had that, and could spout utter insanity that others would follow blindly.
Right? Strange and annoying.
“We’re back a hundred and fifty years.” “No, not a hundred and fifty years,” John sighed. “Make it more like five hundred. People alive in 1860, they knew how to live in that time; they had the infrastructure. We don’t. Turn off the lights, stop the toilets from getting water to flush, empty the pharmacies, turn off the televisions, and we don’t know what to do.”
Yep. We essentially screwed ourselves.
