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It’s the End of the World as We Know it

For those of you who’ve been living under a mainstream media rock the past ten years, then the following sentences are simply the chorus to a song by the famous rock band R.E.M.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

But to those of us with an apocalyptic bent, the chorus to that song takes the form of an acronym.

And we refer to the acronym on a daily basis, because we truly believe our society is about to crash and burn in the mother of all flame-outs. In fact, most of us are so faithful, we stockpile food, ammo, have alternate potable water sources, nonhybrid seeds, tools, building supplies, force multipliers, and even grow our own food. We must be lunatics in the order of Noah.

Quite frankly, if TEOTWAWKI happens, then I won’t feel fine. I’ll be fine, because I’m prepared. But I won’t feel fine. Well, hold it. Wait a minute. Maybe I will feel fine. Think about it this way; A world without an overbearing federal government. No taxes. No building permits. No ATF. Hunting season year round!

Okay, okay, so that’s the silver lining to the cloud. The cloud being total anarchy in a very, very dangerous world. This year I published the first novel in a four-book series titled The God Virus. It’s about an attack on the power grid bringing about a thousand-year-night and TEOTWAWKI. Next month I’ll be publishing the second novel called The Shadow Militia.

One thing I quickly realized while writing The God Virus was only the tough and the prepared would survive. My family and I have been preparing for over three years now and we enjoy it. It’s a self sufficient way of life hearkening back two hundred years which carries its own reward. Not only does it lower our grocery bill, but it also brings family members closer together. It teaches character, because everyone has to work and pull their own weight. We either grow the food we eat, or we kill it ourselves. Then everyone has to pull together to process the food. Today I canned potatoes. Yesterday I canned pumpkin. On Saturday my six-year-old son and I will shoot a deer. It’s a way of life that bonds us together in a broken and twisted society that seeks to tear the family apart.

So, maybe from that perspective, I will be fine. But the question remains … What will happen to you and the ones you love? That’s the focus of this article. I’m writing to those of you who have yet to start preparing for the end of the world as we know it. TEOTWAWKI is coming. If the present course of human events is not altered, societal collapse is inevitable.

Those of us religiously preparing for societal collapse have a name. We are called “preppers”. And perhaps the most famous of all preppers in human history was a man named Noah. You all know the story. God came to Noah and said, “Hey, Noah! The people in this world really suck! In fact, they suck so bad I’m gonna have to put ‘em down!” Noah listened with great interest, because he was righteous in God’s eyes and he did not suck. “So build a big boat. I know what yer thinkin’, Noah, you live in the desert. But that’s okay, cuz I’m gonna turn the whole place into freakin’ lakefront real quick. And trust me on this one, property values will not go up! I’ll fax ya down the blueprints and you get goin’!””

So what did Noah do? He was obedient to God. He built a boat. (Some might call it a BOB, spelled “Bug Out Boat”.) Per God’s orders, he horded all kinds of food and supplies. Let me paraphrase the list from the good book. He collected lots of animals. Seven pairs of every clean animal, a male and its mate, and one pair of the dirty ones, a male and its mate. Not to mention seven pairs of every kind of bird, male and female. He ordered ammo by the case, bought night vision goggles with extra batteries, solar panels, flak jackets, antibiotics, extra canning jars, lids and rings. Oh, wait. I’m reading from the wrong book now. That last sentence came from the book titled How to Survive the End of the World as we Know It by James Wesley Rawles. It’s like the prepper’s Bible, and you should buy that before doing anything else.

So Noah did everything God told him to do, and he was saved from annihilation. He was the first prepper, and the example I follow today.

Have any of you noticed some similarities in the society just before the flood and the society we have today? I do, and that’s why I prepare. I don’t believe God will tarry with us a whole heck of a lot longer. Because as a society, we are really starting to suck.

If you’re interested in becoming more self sufficient, I recommend you join the American Prepper’s Network. It will launch you on your way to surviving the end of the world as we know it, so that you too, can feel fine.

Image courtesy of: Marvin Hirth (Prissantenbär)

Skip Coryell

Skip Coryell lives with his wife and children in Michigan. Skip Coryell is the author of nine books including  Blood in the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK Corral; RKBA: Defending the Right to Keep and Bear Arms; The God Virus, and We Hold These Truths. He is the founder of The Second Amendment March and the President of White Feather Press. He is an avid hunter and sportsman, a Marine Corps veteran, and co-host of the syndicated radio show Frontlines of Freedom. Skip also hosts the weekly podcast The Home Defense Show, which can be heard 24/7 at For more details on Skip Coryell, or to contact him personally, go to his website at