Is the glass half-full or half-empty?
Some people I know are pessimistic (I won’t mention names). These people not only believe the glass is half-empty but that there is a crack hidden in its base that’s sucking the remaining liquid from it as they watch. It’s tough for them even keep looking at the glass. Sometimes I think they just want to crawl off and hide in a culvert somewhere, hoping to avoid the worst. Of course, it’ll rain then, and the culvert will quickly become more than half full.
I am an optimist. I look on the bright side and face my fears with hopeful confidence that all will turn out well. Oh I can be pessimistic at times … I frequently dwell upon the mistakes I’ve made in the past and sometimes fear what’s going to happen in both the near future and the much farther-along End of It All.
But I digress…
So — would you rather be all doom and gloom or be delusionally happy? Yeah, me too.
If I am to believe it really is as bad as they think it is and it’s going to get exponentially worse, I’m going to need to make some changes. I’m going to try to stay in the present mostly and then plan for the intermediate future.
Therefore, and in spite of my pessimistic friends, I’ve come up with a plan, a fantastic plan if I do say so myself…
First, my three children and The Hubby’s three children will have to become educated so they’ll be sought after members of society.
During university Danielle will convert to Asatru and will go to school long enough to get her Masters degree in Nursing. This will make her an incredibly desirable immigrant to every country on the planet. Kelly will become a chef and feed us all. Jake will get a degree in Construction Management and will oversee the construction of our buildings. As for The Hubby’s children – Robert will get a degree in Horticultural Sciences and will cultivate our crops.; Michael will become a Viticulturist and will manage the vineyards, knowing just what grapes to grow in the northerly climate; and Krista will become a Vintner and oversee the production of all our exquisite wine. This will make all our children wanted citizens. The Hubby and I will be ready to retire about the time all our kids finish school. As a hobby, my retired Hubby will make casks to hold our wine. We’ll all move to Denmark.
As you may know, the Scandinavian countries are among the most enlightened on the planet, with correspondingly happy, optimistic populations. It will be good for my pessimistic half to hang out with these types of people.
Asatru is a formally recognized religion in the Scandinavian countries. Our children will marry the locals and have many children; they’ll all be raised Asatru. One of them will get a place with a shed out in the back, for The Hubby and I to live in. We’ll be allowed to occasionally come into the big house to help raise the little ones.
(Asatru = Vikings. This will become important later on – keep reading.)
I encourage all my friends to migrate to Europe with us. Some of you can even live in the clan halls built by my son and his sons. Why? Because as you know, the US will degenerate into economic self-destruction. I’m optimistic that the American population will crash within six decades.
Which is great news for us in Denmark.
This is why you need to come with me, The Hubby and our kids. If all goes as planned, I’ll have grand-kids and great-grandkids. The Asatru religion is all about self-sufficiency, courage, hard work, and taking care of your clanspeople.
Our clan will be among the best positioned in the world to survive when civilization falls. Denmark has a good, resilient infrastructure, non-dense population, close access to the ocean, and a temperate climate that will only get better with global warming. Iceland and Greenland are relatively unexploited and will thrive in a warmer world.
It’ll be a more primitive world, and the strong and brave will once again rise. Once more the halls will fill with our songs. Once more the Viking drinking horns, made from the descendants of the herds that we’ve decimated, will be held high as our people’s longboats are launched into a frothing sea.
The day will come, and it won’t be long, when our children’s children will skip across the northern seas, sailing from wealthy colonies in Iceland and Greenland, to glide down the North American coast of our ally, Canada, and descend like wolves upon the crude savages that inhabit the former United States of America.
Our children will sing this song as they joyously loot and pillage in the new dawn:
You think that this is all a fantasy. You think it cannot happen. Oh, no, my friends, my beloved clanspeople-to-be.
Yes, you’ve heard this song before. You’ve even seen the video. But you didn’t realize that you could take it personally. You didn’t understand its deeper meaning.
Remember — I’m an optimist. I have a special, close relationship with reality.
Come with me and make it all be true.