Chemical engineer, who once whored himself as a financial engineer (now homesteading inventor) who escaped the rat race and the death and debt system. The only meat I, Ms Kooka and the chicks eat is what I catch and murder myself. The only veges we eat are what we grow (and murder?) The the only (non wood) fuel we burn is what I make (bio-diesel and bio-gas). All our savings are in our land (and buried in our land). The financial apocalypse will make no difference to how we live, other than becoming ridiculously wealthy in a sea of poverty, I really wish it did not have to be this way. My main dilemma is thus, will I still be obliged to help those I warned but who refused to listen?