It has come to this. 1.5 million people came to my page on Friday to read about the Navy contracts. They were concerned. Nobody fought. Nobody thought that was concerning. Everybody wants to know what they can do.
This is step one.
In January 2025, during the LA fires, I sat in my house with the pets and an AM radio. Every neighbor but one had gone to a hotel. I stayed because the power company kept telling me today. Today. Today. It didn’t seem worth catching a geriatric cat and moving an anxious fourteen year old Old English sheepdog for one more day. I turned the radio on and it was all static and I thought, oh my god. This is A Quiet Place. This is the movie Birdbox. Except I had Pop-Tarts. And Sarah Paulson was not driving me anywhere and dying.
Six days. Nobody tells you how long six days is in a house with no power. The fridge full of warm food. The air not moving.
The dark was the dark. Twelve hours of it, alone. No other human. No sound. Not even a fridge running next door. It was the darkest dark I’ve ever seen. Two feet in front of you or two miles in front of you, it didn’t matter, it was all the same. It was like falling down a hole. It was like driving in a blizzard with the snow flying at you, when suddenly you can’t tell if you’re sitting still or going through space with stars hitting you.
And I was calm. I sat in the dark with the sheepdog and the blind cat and the radio and I was calm. No phone. No neighbors. Nothing online. Just quiet. It was scary and it was a weird relief at the same time. I’ve thought about it ever since. How peaceful it was to be that far offline. It was calming. It would have been more calming if I had been organized. That’s the point of this.
Last week I told you the Navy bought fifty five billion dollars of cities that don’t need the grid. Everybody’s saying revolution. Everybody’s saying take the streets.
Nah.
This is what we can do. Keep Calm and Carry On. In 1939 the British government printed two and a half million posters that said it and put them in a warehouse. They printed the advice and never gave it out. Maybe they didn’t want calm. Maybe one poster slipped out of the warehouse years later and became a clue for us. During this revolution.
Keep calm is the best fuck you. Keep calm when he’s screaming. Keep calm when they’re ransacking. Don’t ransack. Don’t tell people to put on a mask or take it off. You are in charge of you and your children and your pets, and you keep quiet and calm and organized and knowing at all times.
This is the revolution. I’m telling you to keep calm and get organized. I spent the weekend making it as simple as I could so everyone has access to it and everyone thinks about it.
I’m only scared because I’m not organized.
The anxiety you’re feeling is a lack of control. Why carry that. You are in control.
You don’t need them.
You don’t need them.
I grew up a drive away from where they film the survival show Alone. People go out there with ten items and last months.
You don’t need anything from them.
Ten years ago the City of Los Angeles put out a pamphlet called 5 Steps to Neighborhood
