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  The end of days, revelations, Ragnarok, the era of Mad Max (before Thunderdome), a large chunk of the universe is obsessed with the concept of the end of the world. Doomsday preparation is an industry in the United Sates and thriving more each day with the advent of the reality shows devoted to it. But what really happens when the world ends in a whimpering of it's former self. I say nothing, because it will never end.   Let me explain: The "world ending" isn't the concept of the actual Earth ceasing to exist and all life on the planet dying (at least with what I am referring to). The concept I am blogging about is the breakdown of society. It's the civilized world going completely to shit and being replaced by chaos on the extreme that it requires gates and guns to be the protection, and savior of everything we hold dear. This comes off to me as a little crazy ("BatShit" is the actual term used in place of "little"), and self serving to cer

It's cold outside, the wind is blowing, snow is drifting on the roads and I am working.  The world is right where it needs to be and it is going to be all right. Stuck (voluntarily) in the northern oilfields for Christmas makes a person appreciate the world around them and the one that is further away (family). I deserve none of the friends that keep me sane, or the family that is waiting for me to return in a week, but that is what was given to me. I am thankful for all of it. The wirld is a better place today and we are all better people. My hope is that it continues past the holiday, even if it is only a minutiae of the way it is now. Merry Christmas.