What the bleep! Even the street signs have a blatant left wing agenda. D*&n liburls. I guess this means we can ignore traffic signs now. And my impressionable daughter just got her learners permit.
Anyway, where were we? Oh, a post atomic dystopian hellscape. First off, I guess if a Russkie nuke scores a direct hit over Happy Valley, it won't matter much how much food, water, or ammo I have in the pantry or safe. If its something less horrific, Yes, we do have a decent supply of all of the above to get through at least one nuclear winter or significant disruption. I suppose I also have sufficient faith that something that severe won't happen. I worry more about natural disasters or maybe political unrest, but think the odds favor less cinematic outcomes.
Finally, even though the Mad Max outfit is a little snug, both the missus and I have enough esoteric skillz that a roving band would eagerly want us to be part of the "pack", and we could barter our way through.
