I've just had a revelation about the Zombie apocalypse that we're likely to see in our lifetimes: EMP, Economic Meltdown, or Pandemic, name your catastrophe...what ever happens that will be TEOTWAWKI, I realized that the whack jobs that swarmed Walmart on Friday with their monthly government checks are simply one version of the "walking dead" who cannot or will not see the signs that most of us see happening all around us. Therefore, when The Event happens, and their monthly check doesn't show up on their debit card or whatever form the gob'ment is handing out these days, the glassy eyed search for their next bag of Doritos is gonna take on new meaning. I was shocked into the reality of just how many government subsidized leaches live by waiting for the next hand out. (I know some people honestly need help, so don't jump on me for criticizing everyone.) However, it has only just occurred to me that there is gonna be a incredibly huge number of people that have been walking around in shock, not just welfare recipients, who have failed to perceive the impending disaster and are caught unaware by their personal level of dependency and subsequent need. This was my own personal "V-8 moment" as I became shocked, horrified, and afraid for the staggering number of "have nots" that are going to be thrown into the zombie-walking dead group. This may not be news to a lot of you, but I have been dwelling on this revelation for three days. I was forced to consider what I was wearing as I left the house yesterday while traveling almost 100 miles from home, with the idea that I may have to walk home from where ever I find myself in a post event scenario. After arguing on another forum about how inappropriate it is for a mature man to wear shorts out in public, I was forced to envision a 50+ mile walk home in something less than my best hiking shoes and long pants, figuring that 50 miles at 3mph would take me more than 16 hours in optimal conditions if I didn't stop to rest or deviate from my objective. (Not to mention my dogs that were locked up in kennels for that entire period.) If I were forced into a foot travel scenario in an overnight situation, I don't think I would want to spend a night on the ground at all, especially in short pants. But, I've drifted from my original point being the unconscious state the "walking dead," that being all the zombies that just won't/can't see the writing on the wall. HOLY CRAP!!!