Mad Max – Lee Duigon

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I know we only go grocery-shopping twice a week, but it feels like we’re going every other day. Not only that, but we need to go early and we’re already late. *Sigh*

The word they’re all whispering just now is “shortages,” a la wartime. I would correct that to “more shortages.”

Why shortages? Primarily because people are hoarding stuff. So you can’t buy toilet paper, rubbing alcohol, frozen dinners, or frozen vegetables–all gone, scarfed up by goofy Mad Max wannabes. Some have asked me why we don’t stockpile, too. Well, we don’t have the space for it–and I think it’s something to be ashamed of, grabbing more than your share.

My guess is we’ll have to go to at least three stores today before we’re supplied for the weekend. Oh, boy! Sorta like Soviet life in 1960!

No wonder Democrats want to stretch it out for as long as they can–forever, if they can swing it. And then we can call it “socialism.”

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The nooze I’ve heard so far today is too disgusting and disheartening to write about on Sunday. But let me tell you about the dream I had last night.

In this unpleasant vision, our civilization had been pretty much wrecked, everything looked like a Mad Max set, and somehow predatory dinosaurs were back, hunting the poor humans who dodged around the ruins. I wasn’t in the dream. It was done from the point of view of a young dinosaur, desperate and starving because he lacked the experience to catch enough people to keep him fed. He kept breaking into abandoned warehouses and ruined high schools, always just a step too late to capture any prey.

I can’t say I enjoyed it much.

And I don’t think anyone would need a crystal ball to interpret it.