I don’t know what’s crazy, anymore.
I’ve always thought that the survivalists were complete nutters. And, in many ways, I still do. The problem is that their world view is looking more and more like reality, which is why I can’t go around calling them nutters anymore.
Now, what does the title of this piece ‘The Watchman’ have to do with craziness?
I was reading in Ezekiel 33, when I came across this passage:
2 Son of man, speak to the children of thy people, and say unto them, When I bring the sword upon a land, and the people of the land take a man from among them, and set him for their watchman;
3 if, when he seeth the sword come upon the land, he blow the trumpet, and warn the people;
4 then whosoever heareth the sound of the trumpet, and taketh not warning, if the sword come, and take him away, his blood shall be upon his own head.
5 He heard the sound of the trumpet, and took not warning; his blood shall be upon him; whereas if he had taken warning, he would have delivered his soul.
6 But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned, and the sword come, and take any person from among them; he is taken away in his iniquity, but his blood will I require at the watchman’s hand.
7 So thou, son of man, I have set thee a watchman unto the house of Israel; therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me.
But, what if the warning sounds crazy?
What if YOU sound crazy?
Well, that doesn’t matter. When trouble comes, you’ve gotta hand out the warnings, no matter how crazy they sound. And, with trouble THIS crazy, the best solutions are going to sound just as crazy.
How much crazy is just too crazy?
I remembered running across this site once before. I ignored it, because it was too ‘survivalist’… too… crazy.
I’m afraid that I don’t think that it’s so crazy now – ‘cuz, like I said, I’m not sure what ‘crazy’ is anymore.