They're just gonna have to try harder then. Come out here and do it personally on an individual retail basis, because I haven't needed a single goddamm thing coming off any of those ships in years.
they are not going to do it personally, it's a re-do of the holodomor. They plan to starve the masses
You must be one of those "masses" I keep hearing about. Good luck with that. I'm sitting here reading this with a mouthful of the food we grow here for ourselves.
Your assumptions about me are irrelevant.
I'm pretty sure the globalhomos are banking on you being the inevitable target of all the hordes of zombie-sheep who will raze the countryside to the ground once they're done starving in their cesspool urban utopias.
They believe you'll run out of bullets, or time to sleep, eventually.
I won't have to shoot them. They are completely conditioned to a world entirely without want. Where their every material need or desire has been met almost effortlessly. The moment they step off pavement, it will be as if they had been abandoned on an alien planet.
Survival all comes down to a simple matter of calorie budget. Calories in, calories out. It is just that simple and just that merciless. If you get as much or more daily than you expend, you live. If you don't, you are in the process of dying. The sheep will be severely limited in how far they can walk in a day. That capability will continue to degrade daily. Time and their own metabolisms will make them a problem that, left entirely alone and with absolutely no effort on my part, solves itself
If you've paid any attention to history at all, you'll have noticed that most of the casualties are from the environmental effects. Most of them will die of exposure and dehydration. Bad weather and bad water will kill most of them. Hypothermia kills just as dead as any bullet. As does dysentery.
There was a time in the past when I would have felt compelled to try and help them, but that time has passed. And any empathy I had has been driven far from me. By them. So, my family and I shall observe, cold beers in hand, from a comfortable distance. With faint interest, and no small amount of amusement.
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