Tuesday, 7 March 2017

10:07 – It was 48F (9C) when when I took Colin out this morning, with light winds. Barbara is off to a meeting this morning, followed by volunteering at the bookstore this afternoon.

I see the House Republicans have proposed an Obamacare replacement. I haven’t bothered to read it, because there’ll be many changes before the House and Senate can agree on something. Having read the high points, I can see why the GOPe didn’t want Rand Paul to see it. It’s essentially ObamaCare Lite. They are proposing to eliminate the individual and employer mandates, which is a Good Thing, but they apparently intend to keep some of the worst features of ACA intact, including the absolute worst feature of requiring insurance companies to cover pre-existing conditions. The subsidies remain, under a different name and with different winners/losers.

I turn 65 years old in about 15 months. At that point, I’ll go on Medicare and buy a good supplement. Barbara is 18 months younger than I am, so we’ll have to see what happens. This mess is unlikely to be sorted out by the time I’m eligible for Medicare, but it should certainly have stabilized by the time Barbara is eligible in December 2019, if only because the next election will be on the near horizon by then.

UPS delivered the four #10 cans of Augason powdered eggs yesterday, undented. Walmart is getting better about that. That takes us to a comfortable level on those for the four of us plus Colin.

Pat Henry has a post up that’s worth reading: Preppers: Now Is Not the Time to Let Your Guard Down

He’s right on all the important issues.. Trump is not a cure-all, not even close. I voted for him only because I thought he was marginally less likely than Clinton to get us into a major war.

But Trump, even given a completely free hand and even assuming he wanted to, cannot fix what’s wrong with this country. That’s going to take a complete reboot, which isn’t going to be pleasant. That reboot is coming. It may be a year, five years, ten years, or even longer, but it is coming.

There’ll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet. It will be a bloodbath, and there’s no guarantee that things will be better afterwards. In fact, if there’s one thing history teaches us, it’s that it’ll likely be a lot worse. When things come apart, they’re very seldom put back together in any reasonable way.

So that’s what I’m prepping for. No guarantees, but it improves our chances. Meanwhile, I’ll pick up my guitar and play.

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