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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

When The Zombie Apocalypse Occurs, Who Is Going To Protect You?

It has been pretty hectic for me this past week.
My youngest daughter's
High School Graduation
was on June 2nd.
and I had to bring my grandson to a birthday party on Saturday for one of his classmates from
Kindergarten.
It can get pretty rowdy with all those
Kindergartners
in one place without a teacher to keep them in line.
And depending on the parents,
some of those kids can get away with murder!
You don't think they are so tough at that age?
OK,
wait a minute.
I have a picture of when my grandson was still a baby.
You can see how this next generation learns quickly,
has street smarts,
and ain't going to take no gruff from anybody.
Yeah,
that's right.
He is related to me.
So now,
I have nothing to fear of this generation after they grow up.
He will be a leader.
My protector.
Let me ask you this.
When the
Zombie Apocalypse Attacks
comes about
or this generation of youths turn out to be like
Alex And The Boys
from
A Clockwork Orange,
who is going to protect you?
My grandson loves me,
looks up to me,
and says I am his best friend.
Of course,
after a few more years in school,
where he will soon make lots of friends his own age,
he will then forget about his dear old Papa.
Just like my kinds did with me.
They grow up so fast.
But until then,
I am protected against
Zombie Attacks!

This is,
Storing Up Food & Water - Digging Trenches Around My House - Boarding Up My Windows So No Light Gets In My House,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“A prepper is prepared to live through a disaster; a survivalist lives as a man, regardless of whether a disaster happens or not.”
- Mike Klepper -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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