By Jackson P. Chamberlain - October 25, 2021

It’s been nearly four decades since the Anthem of All Who Call Themselves Country was released by Hank Williams, Jr. “A Country Boy Can Survive” blared from the windows of every pickup truck in my hometown in 1982, the lyrics sung with gusto by proud, capable people who’ve always been and remain little more than a punchline for the “educated Leftist elite”. We’re rubes, deplorables, and (without exception) Trump supporters who cling to our guns and religion – and if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn.

It seems the time has arrived when those country-folk survival skills may prove the difference between living and dying. It doesn’t take much of a fortune teller to predict that truly world-altering circumstances are upon us, but just in case you have any doubt (or don’t trust the word of a rube like me) you can read the opinion of uber-Leftist, tech-billionaire, Biden-supporting, Trump-banning, Twitter founder Jack Dorsey, who just tweeted that hyperinflation is happening, and “it’s going to change everything”.

That should scare the bejabbers out of you. “Hyperinflation” is the most terrifying word in the economist lexicon. It destroys countries, starts World Wars, and sends millions into abject poverty (if they’re lucky enough to escape the genocide and other atrocities that often accompany such economic upheaval). Perhaps most frightening is the reality that it’s never been seen on a scale such as the American economy, and never with the currency to which so many other nations tie their own. If the world currency suddenly becomes worthless, what is the potential ripple effect – and how will those effects play out on your family?

Like grandma’s warm apple pie on the windowsill, we are right now getting a little whiff of what we can expect by-and-by, minus all the sweet deliciousness. And while Biden Chief-of-Staff Ron Klain would have us believe that rising inflation and supply chain issues are little more than “high class problems”, the fact is that it ain’t the escargots that are escar-gone, it’s the chicken pot pies and affordable heating fuel that average Americans depend on which are becoming scarce, with winter on the near horizon. The problems as they exist right now are sufficient to create a serious situation for everyday Americans, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of the inflation boondoggle. This is just run-of-the-mill inflation; hyperinflation will make this look like a day at the local fishing hole.

I’m not worried about all that, because I’m a country boy and I’m fixing to weather just about any kind of storm. More to the point, I’ve been fixing for some time. To give you some idea of what I mean, consider that I own my rural home and property outright; I practice rainwater collection, and my filtration/purification system will handle any kind of water (even the filthy river water that flows a hundred yards down the hill from my house); I have solar panels and battery banks running my pumps and lights, sufficient to keep us nearly “normal” even if the power grid stumbles; my home is heated with plentiful wood as well as coal, and I’ve stocked enough of both to get through three or four winters with relative ease; perhaps most importantly, I have a barn full of bunnies and a basement full of dry and canned goods sufficient to feed my family comfortably for a year or more.

I can skin a buck and run a trot line too, but I’m not depending on that. Neither are any of my neighbors. We’re country folk; we ain’t foolish enough to think we’re going to hunt and fish our way out of major economic collapse. That’s why we’ve all put seeds away in long-term storage. Our food stores aren’t designed to feed us until “things get back to normal” (because if hyperinflation hits, there may never be a “normal” again); rather, they exist to get us through until we can sufficiently provide our own reliable supply through growing what we can and bartering for the rest.

Shelter, heat, food, water, lights. Yeah, I’ve covered that and so has the majority of my neighborhood. I know this because I’ve asked them. In fact, we communicate regularly. We have a plan in place if circumstances should go sour and become dangerous. We’re foolish rubes, but we’re wicked smart when it comes to survival.

That’s how we were raised.

Oh, and we’ve got guns and God to protect us and our stores if the unrest reaches our doorsteps, silly deplorables that we are . . .

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