The end of the world as we know it has already happened and we have survived so far. Some of us have retreated and some of us have bugged-in. Man is an amazingly resilient creature, able to adapt to many environments. Our Republic has fallen and we watch the mad power scramble to be at the top of the pile in the new totalitarian society. We adapt and plan how the on-going changes will affect us and our families. Natural and man-made disasters occur and we go on. The police have been militarized and given Federal Guidelines in opposition to our failed constitution. To a man, we are endentured for all of our useful life by credit to a corportation that we will not even admit exists. There is a seething anger just beneath the surface, compounded by our inability to react, or rather to affect. Who are our heroes? I watch the world over and I cannot identify a single person that I truly admire. I see no leaders that I would follow. I see no battles being fought that I would join unless conscripted. Yet my life has quality. I have a loving family that I want to spend the rest of my days protecting and sharing with. I do what I can to insure they are safe and have the essential things to give them comfort. That is the sole reason why I am a survivalist, because when they are gone, I too will cease to exist.