Soft-Launch Cannibalism and Dip Your Bloody Toes in Doomsday

The end of the world doesn’t mean the end of good planning

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Americans have always known we’d eat each other when our country fell apart. We expected our end to come via nuclear war, a super volcano, a solar flare. Perhaps one of those Godzilla creatures would crawl out of the ocean for a romp around Los Angeles. Instead…