My best friend and I were planning on going camping this weekend but because our democracy is a failed system of governance we will probably have to cancel.

My buddy and I have been friends since preschool. Here we are around six years old looking mean as fuck in our cowboy hats. My friend is in the Superman shirt and I'm the behemoth toddler next to him in the Karate Kid tank top. Like baby snakes, we were born perfectly capable of surviving by ourselves in the wild.

We grew up in the Boy Scouts, collecting badges and building shit with twine, all that stuff. We eventually both made Eagle. Twenty years later we are still outdoorsy type guys. He is really into canning meats and pickling, being prepared for everything. I'm more of an eat-a-wild-bird sleep-sitting-up type of survivalist (mostly because I'm a poor planner, but whatevs). In the zombie apocalypse he would be the guy with all the food and ammunition (which he would meticulously file into hollow points) while I would resort to cannibalism in probably 8 hours. But we've got a great synergy that works for us. We can handle anything.

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Except when our lawmakers refuse to pass a budget and ruin a camping trip that we were planning for 3 months. We had reservations and everything, which will now not be honored because of the shut down. Maybe in the back of my mind I thought the trip might be in jeopardy because of the shut down, but I didn't expect it to last so long.

I know a lot of people have it a lot worse than us- people that are furloughed or rely on services, but this is the instance where the shut down has directly affected my life. A clear line can be drawn from Tedd Cruz's stunt to ruining a trip that my oldest friend and I had been planning for a long time. I never thought the closure was a good idea, and I didn't need it to fuck me directly for me to be mad about it, but now its fucking personal.

My buddy and I will probably find another place to camp, but damn.

Fuck this clown.