It was Arnold Rimmer from Red Dwarf, third season, when he caught Dave Lister burning books to stay warm:
"They say that every society is only three meals away from revolution. Deprive a culture of food for three meals, and you'll have an anarchy.
Sad that I recall the line from an old sci-fi/comedy show, but it seems to be right.
We had sundown curfews and all sorts of looting and crime... and the food hadn't even stopped. I can't even imagine what it would be like here if there was no power, water, or food distribution system right after the storm.
Odd how civilization goes right out the window when it comes down to survival. Yesterday, Dan & I talked (over bottled water and tasty, but overpriced Whole Foods fare - wheat berry salad was quite yummy, must get it again... they didn't have the curried cous cous that I was wanting to try.) about how gangs are self-regulating, and what the plans of action would be should the power go out, and stay out... and food/fuel deliveries were stopped. Grocery stores seemed like the best place to take over with an armed band of men, followed by pawnshops (or other well armored weapon resources) and drugstores/lesser food areas.
We also talked about the
"Frito Bandito", as he had the pencil-topper with a top hat, and I had one with a sombrero.
Sung to Cielito Lindo
I, yi, yi yi...
I am the Frito Bandito
I Love Fritos Corn chips
I Love them I do
I Love Fritos Corn chips
I Steal Them from you !
I, yi, yi yi...
I am the Frito Bandito
Give me some Fritos and I'll be your friend
The Frito Bandito you must not offend!
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frito bandito
It's the Frito Bandito!! |
That was good for a lot of laughs, and segues into discussions about school lunches...he usually got the hot lunch, and I was a box-carrier, generally... until high school. I actually liked the cafeteria food, especially the tostadas with a side of french fries and chocolate milk.
Today, I'm supposed to muddle out the generator for work, but my hopes are that the building will have power by Monday anyhow.