1. Name the biggest piece of shit to ever hit the fan in the last 100 years in your neighborhood.
2. Calculate how long the shit was on the fan following that impact.
3. Calculate what is needed to survive that length of time.
4. Calculate the number of folks you'll have to provide for over that shit.
5. Multiply.
My answers:
1. About a 6.x quake.
2. A couple of hours.
3. Not much.
4. A few dozen.
5. Not much.
If I take that to the ridiculous extreme:
1. A 8.5 earthquake
2. A week to two.
4. A gallon of water per person, 2000 calories, some simple shelter.
4. A few dozen.
5. 36 people x 1 x 7 = 252 gallons of water - check
36 people x 2000 x 7 = about 250 MREs/equal - close/possibly
36 people = several tents, tarps, and blankets - check
Unfortunately I made the mistake of living in a place just chock-a-block full of Americans. I'm not going to turn away a starving, injured, thirsty, cold American while I have the ability to help. Sorry, wasn't raised that way. I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to put myself in the hurt locker giving away the farm but I'll do as much as I can for as long as I can. The other nice thing about living in America is that we not only help our neighbors, but we help our neighbors neighbors. When a hurricane hits the east coast, American rescue teams from across the nation are flying at their expense with their dogs to help. When there's a fire 75 miles away my city sends one of it's pumpers full of firefighters to help. When a disaster strikes we donate money to the American Red Cross. When a farmer lost his barn in a fire those for miles around came to help raise another. It's an American tradition dating back to the beginning of our history and it's so sad to see the bunker mentality of the selfish generation.