Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Since You Asked
Someone asked in comments to the various previous posts about a review of "best practices" to shelter wherever (here, there, wherever) to ride out Ebola.
Okay, here goes.
1) Go to your Happy Place.
2) Seal your perimeter (I suggest with concertina rolls, at minimum), and defend up to and including deadly force.
3) Decon anything within throwing range of that perimeter with a bottle of 1/2 gasoline, and 1/2 dish soap, with some metallic aluminum glitter mixed it as condensation nuclei. (The precocious will notice that is functionally called napalm.) Or, get yourself an XL-18. (Perhaps several!)
4) Stay inside until 40+ days beyond the last reported case. I'd probably wait 60-90 days. YMMV. And it assumes anyone will be able to tell you the last infectious date. Got comms??
(Bear in mind in West Africa, the December 2013 outbreak lasted until January 2016. 25 months. That is not a typo, anywhere.)
5) Don't come out of your perimeter for anything, and don't let anyone else in for that time.
Ever. Whatsoever. Period.
The perspicacious may notice this would have no small effect on, um...civilization as we know it. Then again, so would a pandemic and hundreds of thousands to millions of deaths. Just saying.
You pays your nickel and you takes your chances.
I'm just assuming you're a bit more concerned about the lives of you and your own family than you are about those other 7 billion souls' problems. As you should be.
That's it, easy-peasey.
The entire strategy.
(People who've thought about this stuff realize, probably long before this point in the post, that this means being able to supply yourself with food, water, power, heating, medical aid, fire-fighting and security, communications, local intelligence, and all the other necessities of life, for an extended period, with zero outside resources. Such details are far beyond the scope of a single blog post. So I'd advise those to whom this is news to get on with providing yourself those abilities, I beseech you.)
Ebola will not low-crawl under your wire and butt-rape you.
I'd be sure and screen out transit in or out by four-legged visitors too, including squirrels and such, not to mention der fleiedermaus species, on principle.
And FWIW, I wouldn't try to simulate Ebola infection marking, nor any other.
a) People who actually have Ebola will not be deterred.
b) People starving and desperate will not be deterred either.
c) Such marking may be used by TPTB as a means of deciding which places to burn to the ground at some point. (That'd really suck for you, to survive a pandemic, only to be wiped out by whatever follows, because of them thinking you were infected. Don't get cute about this.)
d) Sensible people might shoot you on sight if they ever saw you coming out, thinking you were still infected.
So don't do anything that stupid.
Hang your own version of "F**K OFF!" signs, with a skull and crossbones, and that should do the trick.
Someone else asked what I'd be doing if it came to my hospital.
In a nutshell:
Ebola comes in, confirmed, and I'm going out. Then and there.
I have been in no hospital in my entire working career that's remotely prepared to do anything but get me, you, and everyone else in proximity, killed by attempting to deal with this disease.
I have no compunctions about "looking badass" in the face of a virus not impressed by half-assed measures and trying to "save face". Others can save face. I'll be saving my ass.
I can take my license literally anywhere I like, including anywhere from the Arctic Circle to Tierra Del Fuego just in this hemisphere, and I'm not worried about "looking good" to people who want to re-arrange deck chairs on the Titanic, instead of heading for the lifeboats. Heroes, in this sort of thing, become dead heroes. I don't want to die because I was stupid, in hopes maybe someone who survived, somewhere may someday carve my name on a stone monument, along with hundreds of others.
I'ma GTFO, and I'll be one of those survivors.
We get a BL-IV containment wing, and train on its use, and we can talk about me staying and playing under those circumstances. Nothing less will suffice.
Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than you. - Murphy's Laws Of Combat
That is all.