We recently took a daytrip to Amish country near Lancaster, PA. It’s a great time of year to observe a friendly, humble people who resist the temptations of a modern life. They bear it well, but living in a fishbowl where the English “observe them” as anomalies of society, has to be somewhat nerve wracking. Shunning electricity and other modern conveniences, the Amish have carved a unique niche in a country gone amok with technological advances. When I think of the possibility for catastrophic loss of today’s modern life, one has to wonder if the Amish simplicity will survive.
The media has had a field day lately with the possibility that Twinkies will go by way of the passenger pigeon. For those of you who are praying for a miracle, you can take comfort in the likelihood that a white knight will ride in to save the cakes from extinction, even though the cakes themselves, will remain edible until the actual apocalypse. In my latest dystopian story, I toy with the concept of a time when over 95% of the world’s population is killed off in two years. I won’t get into the challenges survivors face with cleanup activities, but it sparked a question as to what happens to all the manufactured foodstuffs in a supply chain for 300 million?
If you’re reading this note, it would appear the Mayan’s have messed up the date
for the apocalypse. So much for the sacrifice of young maidens who gave their lives to bring you the world’s end. My heart goes out to them … no pun intended. And what’s with the poor Mayan with the big schnozzle?