Better Run for The Jungle
I grew up in the 60's, the time of looming nuclear doom. One of my earliest memories is of going outside with my father to look up into the night sky to see the (evil Russian) sputnik. The world's first satellite was about the size of a basketball, weighed only 183 pounds, and took about 98 minutes to orbit the Earth, but you could see -even without a telescope it ... up there.
My dad was worried. Over a beer, he told my Granddad, "You could put a bomb on that thing and there's nothing anybody could do about it" My Granddad put down his beer and went and got the whiskey. He and my dad talked late into the night.
Along with America, my dad developed a sudden interest in Bomb Shelters. Although he never got around to building one, I remember looking at the plans he'd bought for one, and I remember my sister and I being awakened at least one night by the argument he and my mom were having about how to pay for one.
By the time I was 8, in 1963, the whole Bomb Shelter thing was over, at least in my family. The convential wisdom was that the Ruskies would bomb all the big cities but if you were outside the commuting distance of any city over 50,000 souls you weren't going to get turned into a radioactive pile of bones and supperating flesh.
Anyhow, you couldn't stay in your shelter forever. Sooner or later, you were going to have to come out -either because you'd run out of food or water, or because your neighbors had dug you out to steal your food and water.
Ring your compound with barbed or razor wire . Place the wire at least three meters within the cleared area to enhance your defensible space. Either can be used in tunnels under the compound and can provide a defensible position while patrolling . Bird spikes () can be a cost-efficient alternative to razor wire along your roof top or along a brick wall. If you are building a new concrete wall around you shelter, broken bottles sunk into the wet cement () will deter those that try to climb in... A concrete entrance with a manhole cover door is difficult for most liberals... and similar pansy-assed commies to break through. http://cas.bellarmine.edu/tietjen/Fun%20Stuff/RedAlert.htm
Anyhow, the whole "Commies are coming to kill us in our sleep" thing had sort of died down by 1962, at least from my 8-year-old perspective. I was a lot more interested in Roger Maris. He'd had a hell of a season in 1961. I watched his every at-bat in 1962... until October 1962, when I suddenly lost interest in baseball. I had bigger things to worry about. Can you say "Cuban Missle Crisis", boys and girls?
We all could. We were going to die. We were being taught to hide under our school desks to protect us from nuclear attack. Now, I've never been the best of students, but even at 8 years old, I knew that my school desk wasn't going to protect me from effects of a 10 mega-ton bomb.
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My dad was worried. Over a beer, he told my Granddad, "You could put a bomb on that thing and there's nothing anybody could do about it" My Granddad put down his beer and went and got the whiskey. He and my dad talked late into the night.
Along with America, my dad developed a sudden interest in Bomb Shelters. Although he never got around to building one, I remember looking at the plans he'd bought for one, and I remember my sister and I being awakened at least one night by the argument he and my mom were having about how to pay for one.
By the time I was 8, in 1963, the whole Bomb Shelter thing was over, at least in my family. The convential wisdom was that the Ruskies would bomb all the big cities but if you were outside the commuting distance of any city over 50,000 souls you weren't going to get turned into a radioactive pile of bones and supperating flesh.
Anyhow, you couldn't stay in your shelter forever. Sooner or later, you were going to have to come out -either because you'd run out of food or water, or because your neighbors had dug you out to steal your food and water.
Ring your compound with barbed or razor wire . Place the wire at least three meters within the cleared area to enhance your defensible space. Either can be used in tunnels under the compound and can provide a defensible position while patrolling . Bird spikes () can be a cost-efficient alternative to razor wire along your roof top or along a brick wall. If you are building a new concrete wall around you shelter, broken bottles sunk into the wet cement () will deter those that try to climb in... A concrete entrance with a manhole cover door is difficult for most liberals... and similar pansy-assed commies to break through. http://cas.bellarmine.edu/tietjen/Fun%20Stuff/RedAlert.htm
Anyhow, the whole "Commies are coming to kill us in our sleep" thing had sort of died down by 1962, at least from my 8-year-old perspective. I was a lot more interested in Roger Maris. He'd had a hell of a season in 1961. I watched his every at-bat in 1962... until October 1962, when I suddenly lost interest in baseball. I had bigger things to worry about. Can you say "Cuban Missle Crisis", boys and girls?
We all could. We were going to die. We were being taught to hide under our school desks to protect us from nuclear attack. Now, I've never been the best of students, but even at 8 years old, I knew that my school desk wasn't going to protect me from effects of a 10 mega-ton bomb.
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posted by Lokki at 7:08 PM
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