by Ray Jason
When I receive emails from anonymous strangers asking me where I am located, my usual response is, “AVENTURA is 30 miles west of Somewhere.” This cautious approach is because my essays have undoubtedly earned me a spot on various governmental “person of interest” lists. After all, one cannot gleefully describe the folks in charge of the modern world as Malignant Overlords, without aggravating them. But my impact is probably so puny that I am less of a nuisance than a sardine to a supertanker.
There is only one factor that dominates my personal choice of location. I always try to keep my little ship close enough to the Panama Canal so that I can sail there in a few days. That’s because of all of the various Armageddon scenarios a nuclear war is the one that worries me the most. To survive it, AVENTURA needs to get through that canal and into the Southern Hemisphere. This concern is not just the ranting of a lunatic screaming, “The sky is falling - the sky is falling - and it’s full of plutonium.” No, this fear is based on a mounting body of disturbing evidence, which I will now share with you.