For the first time in his life my friend the redneck is benefitting from his paranoia. He lives in buttfuck nowhere, Manitoba, in a tiny town, owns guns and ammunition, has over six months worth of rice, beans, canned food, and has game meat in freezers. He also has a large amount of silver coins and home remedies. For all the time I have known him he thought that chaos was just around the corner - I love my friend, but I hate that he was (eventually) right!