I’m already pre-let-down about how unfulfilling the “I told you so” will be when the false faggot order melts away before reality. I already know how it’ll go when the formerly ultrafeminist women in your community hark to you to fix their problems, pointing to a dead body, violence in the streets, or starving niggerbands while imploring you to “fix it!!!!”

I know how it’ll go, they’ll all breeze over decades of behavior and mockery as they sit on your porch comfortable in the concept that you’ll grant them safe harbor and passage while the “temporary” apocalypse is in effect. As soon as things return to normal they’ll go right back to spitting on you for all the very same preparations and skills they condemned before they felt true fear.

I can’t wait to hear the super “strong, empowered woman” down the lane come to my front door and try to shove past me to hide with me because “there’s people outside my home and they keep telling me to give them any food I have, I can’t give it to them though, you’re scary, you can scare them off though!!!!“ I won’t be able to get a word out about this sudden about-face before she “yeah yeah, I know, I was wrong or whatever, here they come! ohhhhhh no!!! don’t shoot them, just shoot in the air so they go away or something…..“ (And if things are truly lost, it’d be followed by “ah no no wait what are you doing NoooooooOO!!!!!!! when you start returning fire)