In the film Michael Sanderson says: "People tell me 'I don't understand why you're a prepper'; I reply: 'I don't understand why you're not!'." If I were with him and I happened to be in a provocative mood I would reply: "Because if everybody were a prepper like you, who would you feel superior to?" There is a distinct whiff of superciliousness with these people. At 16.00 Sanderson states how in a world without law and order only "duh biggest n' meanest on da stweets" would survive. I can't help thinking that if in such a situation people instead stuck together and took care of each other, it would be his worst nightmare come true! He seems to be virtually egging reality on to prove his social Darwinist fantasies true. The alternative would destroy his worldview and strip him of something essential to his self-esteem. I'm not a prepper. I don't have a single can of food stored and I don't posses so much as a pop gun. Why? Because while these auto-sodomites are strutting around Welsh hillsides like Sylvester Stallone feeling self-important, somebody has to stay behind and fight! Somebody has to work to prevent this New World Order from happening in the first place, not considering it a foregone conclusion and "bugging out WTSHTF- (When The Shit Hits The Fan)". If these threats are man-made then there have to be man-made solutions; but we will never find them if we flee at the first sign of danger, like the rabbits these people hunt and trap.
(Edit 17-12-12) On reflection I think I was a tad too harsh here with some preppers. Most of the people featured in the film have small children. My own daughter is now nearly 18, but I can remember when she was little. When you're a man with small children, the world looks very different indeed!