Once upon a time there was a fan, a young successful fan. Eventually his national government began to erode his civil liberties and steal away his God given rights replacing them with regulations, taxes and guilt. The young fan hung in there and was often heard saying, “I love my home and so long to see it shine in the darkness as a beacon for all the peoples of the world – a place of safety and opportunity once again.” The young successful fan continued to work hard, invest in his home economy and support those leaders that appeared to hold firm to his own values.
Then in the wee hours one very early morning Best Friend, someone he had known and loved his entire life, called him. “BANG-A-RANG!” shouted Best Friend! Best Friend had told him many times, “Get ready, the zombies are coming soon and you need to be prepared. I’ll give you the signal when it’s time to bug out but you have to be ready!”
It was too late. Sadly, stuff was already hitting the fan. He worked harder and harder to twirl his blades faster and even faster. But stuff was now hitting the fan so quickly that he simply made a huge mess of things. The fan fought valiantly and struggled to shake free of the tyranny, fear and hopelessness that now tightly gripped his heart.
Then it happened: the government he had so proudly stood behind, the leaders he had voted for, the nation he had fought to defend turned on him. He felt betrayed, hopeless and foolish for not seeing the signs earlier and for not listening to friends who harped, “You better get ready, it may not be zombies but it will be an apocalypse.”
Suddenly, he could take no more. That was the day the blades simply came off the fan.
Jeff