There were a variety of life parables taught to children, pre political correctness that is. All designed to instill into a child the life lessons, we as a species have developed since we stood upright and gathered together into groups. The Boy Who Cried Wolf, as an example, teaching children the consequences of lying. There were many more. All passed down orally and in different forms, some for tens of thousands of years. They were as important then to the formation and stability of society as they are today. Unfortunately, they are being ignored. The Ant and the Grasshopper, actually a Cicada during it’s ancient Greek beginnings, was designed to teach industriness and consequences to children. The busy little ant spending it’s summer storing food while the lazy Grasshopper plays in the sun. Of course when the cold hungry Grasshopper knocks on the door of the Ant during the winter looking for food, he is told, and I paraphrase “go dance the winter away”. This, of course, can not be taught today. The prevailing political climate tells children that if you have two of something and another has none, you must give him one. You must, or we will make you. The ant is greedy holding resources and should spend his time caring for grasshoppers who have been oppressed due to their love of playing in the summer sun. Just read the children’s book “Rainbow Fish” that is required reading these days. This is a seed change in our society as a whole and is somewhat negated by the quiet, peaceful times we find ourselves in during this time of history. All of this can change in an instant. Be it a Pandemic, a financial collapse, or an EMP, our society at large is vulnerable to a simple lifeline of trucks. When the trucks stop, so does society and life as we know it. This is a survival forum, we are all ants. Being overwhelmed by grasshoppers occupies my thoughts as of late. The nearest large city that I would have to deal with is the great city of Seattle. I am sure wherever you reside there is a similar collection of grasshoppers. The countryside is dotted with many small towns similar to my own. We all share the danger of the swarm of locusts, but most don’t realize it. Yet. I doubt that there are more than 1% here in the United States able to feed themselves through a first harvest season. With the exception of Utah I should say. Based on the television ratings that I looked up and viewing of the various “survival” type television shows, I would say only another 3-5% of the country have more than a passing interest in preparing anything at all. Out of a country of over 300 million that would put the number somewhere in the five million ballpark of fellow citizens that might have more than a week of food, basic medicine, and a few survival items laying around. Five million can not stand against against 300 million. I don’t care how well armed you are. Or can they? The 2nd law of thermodynamics applies here. Areas of high concentration will seek areas of low concentration. In this case the hoards of starving leaving the cities in all directions of the compass. Most likely on or about day ten. During the early days, most will still cling to the belief that some government will come and give them food. Leaving the familiar for the unknown is frightening and most all will wait too long. Now for the crystal ball work. Roads blocked, or EMP situation. For the sake of argument, one million starving Seattle grasshoppers leaving on eight compass points would send roughly 100,000 in my direction. Considering by the time of the great city exodus most all would already be starving, I doubt many would be able to move more than ten miles a day. Half wouldn’t be able to continue after the first day. Day two to three on the hundred mile track to my front door would half that number again as the stronger among the group begin to prey on their fellow travelers taking whatever power bars hidden at the bottom of the backpacks of the weak and elderly. 25,000 still marching. Thirty miles on foot. Days 4-5 will see a breakdown of any formal marching group and smaller groups will take off into other compass points in desperation and fear of the group itself. Organized home defense groups along the way will begin picking them off to move them along. Half the group again. 12,000 still moving, fifty miles. Days 6-8 will see fatigue take it’s tole. The swarm will resemble any death march in history at this point. Any backpacks, extra weight, will be discarded along the side of the road. It will be all any of them can do to move slowly forward. Five miles a day as their bodies begin eating their muscle mass. The heat of the summer or cold of the winter will begin to take nature’s due. Half the group again, 6,000 still walking, sixty miles. Days 8-10 will see the end of any movement. Those that are able will begin seeking shelter of any form and individual survival a priority. Those too weak to move will be stripped of any remaining resources and perhaps a few hundred left, all fending for themselves. The first signs of cannibalism will begin. Some will band together into what we might consider raiding gangs, but easily dispatched by organized entrenched neighbors in the countryside. Days 20-60 I wouldn’t expect to see more than a few bands of small groups try and enter my little town. Easily dispatch. Of course the further away from a large city, the safer you will be from the exiting masses of the city. In my case, the greater danger is from the same 90% of the population of my little town that haven’t prepared as well. But that is a different discussion. Current estimations that 10-20% of the population surviving after the lights go out and the trucks stop, in my opinion, is overly optimistic.