It occurred to me while I was drinking my air-condition condensation after a backyard skateboard session on the old plywood halfpipe: I am a "comfortable survivalist." After all, my home's central air conditioner (photo is of the wood-frame Energy-Star farmhouse I built after the war) only needs to run when the humidity broaches 80 percent and temperatures are over 90 degrees -- ideal distilled/condensed water conditions!
I get 2 gallons a day of distilled water out of cold-air condensation dripping from the half-inch PVC drain pipe under my wrap-around porch, to drink cold with the vegetables from my victory garden and the home-grown beef.
I'm not terribly paranoid, but I am moving more off the grid. In my mind, balance is key, not too much survivalist, but not too namby damn pamby, either. I can shoot, move and communicate, but I do not fear my government. In short, I am a comfy survivalist.
The old "method journalism" thing is behind me. I'm going to go now,and change this blog title to "The Comfortable Survivalist." How does that sound? Accurate... to me. Semper Fi.