Where will you be? Where will I be? We all know it’s coming. To ignore it is tantamount to insanity. At this point we’re playing musical chairs and everyone knows that clear underlying truth somewhere in their being.
When the music stops is where you will be. Period.
Anyone the least bit aware knows the seriousness of our pending
manipulated world situation and has food, water and other supplies and
contingency plans. If they don’t they’re asleep and dangerous. The
decidedly unprepared are the ones who will freak out and mooch off the
first succulent neighbor they can find. Just another symptom of the
selfish, parasitic driven reality we live in.
Me first, and what’s yours is mine in a pinch. But there’s a way to avoid that scenario.