A couple of years ago, I jokingly suggested that I write "cookbook" for the 21st Century. Because a few of us understood the coming bullshit, although I was duped into supporting Obama (Penance - 2010 Our Fathers, 2010 Hail Marys, 2010 novenas every day - subscription with video and accessories to Opus Dei and I still feel dirty!), so I suggested a Republican Cookbook. That is a book showing how to serve your fellow republican (not too bad with fava beans and, well, you know).
I got some interesting comments and practically everyone thought it was in jest...and it was.
However, given that the Republicans wish to take us back to the good old days, (how far back? well, Dark Ages? Inquisition? Stone Age?) the idea of starving doesn't really sit well with most of us.
When people have been faced with such choices, they always chose to try to survive however they could. If that meant turning to crime to feed their family, it was done.
There may come a time in the very near future when crime won't solve the problem for those most in need. I mean, what good does it do to bludgeon a wealthy, well fed representative if you can get nothing from it but a little satisfaction? Did the act fill your stomach? Nope. Didn't help your family, either.
So what do the desperate do? The choice is between starving to death and morals. Which do you think will win out?
There are 50 million Republicans in this country and probably another 30 million Democrats, who wanna be Republicans, who vote for the Republicans while knowing they are doing the wrong thing (and the so-called Independents can provide a substantial buffer).
Supermarkets will be ransacked and Barry or his successor will declare Martial Law. So if you ain't got the "bread", you can't buy the bread.
Farms will be pillaged for grains and animals. But eventually that will run out. Not as fast because the Military will be shooting looters and anyone who looks thin.
That leaves a reasonable solution. With so many Republicans, Politicians, CEOs, Bankers etc. who got us into this mess, not to mention the media asses who did nothing to inform and the overtly wealthy who can't understand why they are being picked on, can you say "Donner Party?"
If you think I'm kidding, you've never been that hungry. But some will be.
Chapter 7 is especially poignant; ”Drying that slab of meat!”
Enjoy your turkey. Tastes will change.
(Looks like "Tyme" may be apropos, eh?)
By the way, you DO know this is satire, right? Heh Heh Heh!