"In defense of the doomsday prepper, the calculation is: what the chance is of a Bad Thing happening, vs the consequence of the Bad Thing if it should occur."
Actually, I think the proper equation is more likely...
Rampant Paranoia X Social Disaffection Level / Black Helicopters
3As that output of that function approaches 1, hilarity ensues, and that shows was always hilarious. In a sad panda kinda way.
"It ain't the odds that bother me, it's the stakes we're playing for."
Yeah, and that's the problem... These are the guys who are standing on the sideline screaming in the coach's ear "PUT ME IN PUT ME IN PUT ME IN!" and who tear the *expletive deleted*it out of their knee just trying to get to the huddle...
Literally all I could think of when watching that show was tactical wheelbarrows and debarked chihuahuas...