As a child, I assisted my deceased biological father in a building survivalist compound that's about 2 hours away from where I live.
He was a staunch atheist, rebelled against his dad, who was a Methodist minister. My dad had head-trauma and was convinced that society would collapse in 1981. So we built this place in the Flint Hills, while he told me all this stuff that appears to be coming true now.
My sister gained control of the property (and I gave her permission). Now I'm stuck where I am, because the record cold snap has rendered my motor vehicles inoperative.
I need one of you guys to slice open a sled dog, warm your hands, and build a fire for me.
It's -7* F, not much wind.