Post-apocalyptic shelters

: Indeed, it’s not clear quite how prolific the survivalist-type shelters have become in recent years – after all, that is the nature of secretive or ‘classified’ information – but it seems that they are just as prominent, if not more so, than the decade or so thawing period after the Cold War of the 1970’s-80’s. These are obviously commissioned by the more economically robust among us, but perhaps not the intellectually robust. A concession must be made to those, in abject fear of ‘amber waves of grain’ becoming blackened ripples of ash and dust after a nuclear war potentially ensues between superpowers wanting to have more of a refuge than the 1950’s classroom drill option of a school desk as a shelter (in which case, were a nuclear bomb to hit nearby the only difference that would make for the one seeking shelter would be that they would become a slightly darker spot on the floor). However, that concession can only go so far, as it is likely that many others, who have become monomaniacs after watching zombie-laden depictions of dystopia streamlined direct from the cultural gatekeepers at Hollywood have built underground shelters and bunkers more for this reason, with nuclear war preparation as secondary motivation. Either way, as forward thinking as these ‘preparers’ believe themselves to be, they are rather more backwards thinking than not. Somehow, retreating to a concrete-laden bunker in hopes to be the new cultural pioneers upon emerging to the brave new world is portrayed as being intuitive and stocking away years’ supply of freeze-dried food is touted as brilliant and having a standing militia’s worth of arsenal supply tucked away is seen as ingenious. It must be submitted that this is more inane than inspired. For the implication of burying oneself and their family in a hole ready to pump hot lead into any intruders, zombie or not, during some sort of large-scale crisis is not the modern-day equivalent of Noah’s ark but rather the modern-day equivalent of the Tower of Babel, with the cone inverted, just like in Dante’s “Inferno.”