Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Cue angry old man shaking his fist at the whippersnappers. The only global warming we feared came via air raid siren. Bomb shelters are getting a 3.0 upgrade though, (if they ever really *left* certain parts of this country). Trust, nuclear attack drills were common in schools up to the early ’70s. Siren goes off—you hid under your desk, in a corner or the basement down the hall. If you were at home, you’d go to your basement slash bomb shelter. (The one with the thin steel door that was obviously impervious to the effects of the atom.) All I know is after watching The Road and Book of Eli, my new-fashioned shelter won’t be equipped with the latest Ikea Fallout line without first stocking up on the Glock.*
And a shit-ton of ammo.
*And when the end does come, there will be no need for blogs.
Posted 4:19 PM