by Shelt Garner
I continue to think about what the fuck I’m going to do if we actually do have a civil war. At the moment, I’m heading north. I’m a Blue speck in a sea of Red and if things have gotten so bad that I feel it necessary to head north, then there will probably be an infrastructure in place to help me do just that.
It is both exciting and abjectly terrifying that there could come a point in the near future when everything will be thrown up in the air. Heroes will be made. Cowards will be named. Both will live in our memories forever. In other words, if things get as bad as my absolute worst scenario, even a freaky weirdo loser like me might find a moment to shine.
Which, of course is very tragic — why would things have to get that bad in the first place?
But my state, Virginia, is one of several states that will likely implode if there is a civil war. The state is just too internally divided for that not to happen. But that’s really the worst case scenario. What’s more likely to happen is we’ll slip peacefully into autocracy and that will be that.
I’ll cross the autocrat and find myself in a camp.