- Dołączono
- 19 Lip 2019
Disagree on some of the ideas about why post-apocalypse shit appeals to some people.
IMHO, it's men who have always lived middle-class lives where they never really had to struggle and they're therefore unaware of how dependent they are on other people. It's like some of the more gleeful roasts of "Atlas Shrugged" which point out that at some point someone's going to destroy the shitter at Galt's Gulch and there's going to be the mother of all battles over who cleans it.
There's a huge chunk of me every day that wants to retire to a cozy chalet in Montana where I can fully flesh out my thoughts about the glaring deficits of the human race.
However, I am aware from having spent time at friends' houses that even going semi-off-grid gets rough fast.
Toileting, bathing, water supply, cooking, heating, cooling, electricity... all these things need to be figured out.
Shitting in a cat hole behind the trailer? Maybe when it's a nice day out. When it's 35 degrees, rainy, and windy for a week straight? Naw.
Or on the flip side, what if your neighbors 100 feet away have an un-permitted outhouse that's just a 4-foot-deep, unlined hole in the ground for six people? Calling the county on a pack of whiskey tangoes who would otherwise be homeless (some of whom are children) is not a great feeling, but sometimes you gotta pick up that phone.
As much as the Uncle Ted lifestyle appeals to me, I pay my EBMUD bill because when I flush that shit, I want it to be gone. I pay people to literally get my shit out of my sight. And it's money well spent.
IMHO, it's men who have always lived middle-class lives where they never really had to struggle and they're therefore unaware of how dependent they are on other people. It's like some of the more gleeful roasts of "Atlas Shrugged" which point out that at some point someone's going to destroy the shitter at Galt's Gulch and there's going to be the mother of all battles over who cleans it.
There's a huge chunk of me every day that wants to retire to a cozy chalet in Montana where I can fully flesh out my thoughts about the glaring deficits of the human race.
However, I am aware from having spent time at friends' houses that even going semi-off-grid gets rough fast.
Toileting, bathing, water supply, cooking, heating, cooling, electricity... all these things need to be figured out.
Shitting in a cat hole behind the trailer? Maybe when it's a nice day out. When it's 35 degrees, rainy, and windy for a week straight? Naw.
Or on the flip side, what if your neighbors 100 feet away have an un-permitted outhouse that's just a 4-foot-deep, unlined hole in the ground for six people? Calling the county on a pack of whiskey tangoes who would otherwise be homeless (some of whom are children) is not a great feeling, but sometimes you gotta pick up that phone.
As much as the Uncle Ted lifestyle appeals to me, I pay my EBMUD bill because when I flush that shit, I want it to be gone. I pay people to literally get my shit out of my sight. And it's money well spent.




















