Over the last few months I’ve started to become increasingly worried that should some epic super disease be unleashed upon the human population, I and probably everyone else I know would be completely unprepared to get through a crisis with adequate supplies of food, water, and medicine, and would probably end up having to drink my own piss and sleep inside the decaying carcass of a moose while waiting for Tumblr to come back on.
Sure this may sound crazy, but the more I think about it, the more it worries me.
Humans are part of nature’s food chain, and although we are basically top dog, we are not immune to attack from other living organisms that can rip through our bodies’ with cold and calculating efficiency. In the book Eating Animals, author Jonathan Safran Foer paints a pretty grim picture of how serious this problem is, highlighting how the Spanish Flu wiped out some 75 million people back in old 1918, and how our current system of industrialised food production and pharmaceutical over-consumption is pushing us dangerously close to another mass outbreak.
That’s all a bit academic, but the point is that I fully expect some bad shit to go down sooner rather than later, and that keeping 100 cans of beans and 50 litres of water in my closet may not be the worst idea ever.