I clicked back to Coleen’s email.
“This is pretty incredible,” she wrote.
“Sovereign Deed offers its rich members a kind of insurance policy for Armageddon-type catastrophes—its wealthy members can vote for tax cuts and don’t have to worry about how bad FEMA is or wait to be rescued with us and other riff-raff.”
My husband breezed out the door and warned me to be sure to include him on the policy if I signed up. He did not want to be “left behind.”
I took a break and got a coffee refill. This was too much, ‘way too early. I even added cream. To hell with Equal. Figured I deserved cholesterol if death was just around the corner.
In case of all hell breaking loose, Rowley wrote, “you can just call Sovereign Deed and be whisked away. They already have 20 airport sites across the U.S.”
I checked the site again, Rowley, as usual, was right.
Right up there at the top of things to worry about the Sovereign Deed website said it all: “You need provisions and specialized equipment. You need a different kind of protection. You need help to help yourself. There are no second chances to prepare.”
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