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Speaking of deserted streets and sidewalks, when this first started people were saying Oh, this is Will Smith in I Am Legend.

Then I saw photos of the Golden Gate bridge completely empty (eerie). And streets after streets in big cities completely devoid of people. Also saw something about coyotes moving into urban areas. I’m sure the rats and roaches were still thriving too.

The CDC, Fauxxi, “Scientists” and politicized Governors scared the Hell out of people, to the extent that they rat out violators and treat them like vermin. An instant police state.

There are many sceptics and scoffers, but seems like more sheeple who obey and fear the dawn.

I read a book early in my FReeper career named Alas Babylon!. I had asked our Host AB why his handle, and he said it was about the book (which I then ordered). It is after an EMP and/or nuke attack on apparently only CONUS. It chronicles all the hell that starts to unleash, with dominoes falling, and “way of life” a dim memory. Replaced by survival. But this turns out to be more of a national suicide attempt.

Only Trump can bring us out of it.

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We will come out of it. But not sure what the short,
intermediate or long term impacts will be. But for
sure things will be different.

And that is expected by looking at history and the
outcomes and impacts after each one of those. History
has plagues, wars, natural disaters, etc but we are here.

Well, to be fair to the book, the initiating event takes place in the late 50’s, with a Navy aviator shooting a missile at a Soviet ship in a Syrian harbor unloading munitions...

This leads to a world-wide all out thermonuclear war.

The protagonist is a small rural Florida town lawyer, whose brother is a full Colonel assigned to SAC at Offutt AFB. When they were kids they used to live near a black AME church where the preacher always gave sermons on the End Times, crying out “Alas, Babylon, in one hour your doom has come! Alas, alas Babylon!”

So, when things start to get real hairy, the Colonel sends his wife and kids to be with his Florida brother. He meets him at McCoy AFB (closed, was in Orlando) on the tarmack and tells him, “You know when we were kids, and old Preacher Jones used to shout Alas Babylon? Well that will be a signal from me if it goes tits up.”

So a few mornings later, he gets a telegram. It simply says, Alas Babylon. The brother goes to the bank, withdraws a couple of thousand, a ton of cash then, and buys all the canned coffee, whiskey, other canned goods (but no toilet paper!). The town thinks he’s crazy.

The next morning, the bombs start going off. Huge flashes from Jacksonville, Orlando, Tallahassee, Tampa, etc. All around them.

The rest of the book is written from the perspective of the local inhabitants, as seen mostly by the younger brother, Randy. He has to hang a few desperadoes, and everyone has to learn the old ways.

My favorite was the ending. After a year or so, a US military helicopter hovers over the town. The people wave. The chopper lands. Men get out in hazmat suits with geiger counters. Randy tells them its safe, they take off the hoods.

The men explain that the provisional government is trying to find survivors in all the unirradiated locations and their small part of Florida was good.

Randy asks them who won the war.

The guy says, “Why we did! We clobbered ‘em! Not that it really matters, now...”