That’s what the used to call it on M*A*S*H*, when the camp had to pack up and scuttle out of the way of the war. Which is what blogger Riverbend and her family are doing.
The problem is that we don’t even know if we’ll ever see this stuff again. We don’t know if whatever we leave, including the house, will be available when and if we come back. There are moments when the injustice of having to leave your country, simply because an imbecile got it into his head to invade it, is overwhelming. It is unfair that in order to survive and live normally, we have to leave our home and what remains of family and friends And to what?
And I’m thinking about the coming around of what’s going around. Anyone have any imaginative ideas of how we’re going to be made to pay for this shit?
Metaphor 
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