If a tycoon lifestyle cannot save us from the end of the world, than I don’t know what will. Okay, maybe Chuck Norris
The clock on your $30,000 Breguet watch is ticking, and you realize you only have roughly five months until the ‘end times.’ 2012 is just around the bend. The Mayans may not have developed a cure for smallpox, but they did warn that this year may be the end of civilization as we know it. (Or at least that is what Jon Cusack’s hypnotic acting performance in 2012 has brilliantly led us masses to blindly believe.)
You are too smart, and rich, to panic. So instead you splendidly flip through your diamond studded, gold dust imbued, gilded iPad trying to find this article. Like every bright and successful genius you remember Exec Digital gave a detailed guide on the best luxury hot spots to flee to when escaping impending Armageddon calamity.
You can thank us for your salvation later. A post-apolocolyptic tweet will be much appreciated in the rubble world of Apocolyptica. However, now is not the time for grateful platitudes. We need to figure out where you are going to haul your hiney when the rapturous lightning starts striking. And hint: it will not be North Korea.
Bury your Head Underground
Nuclear fallout, tsunamis, zombie invasions– impending horrors are scaring the rational thinking out of even the world’s best and brightest. And for good reason. Life is risky when lived above ground. Anybody who has ever been crapped on by a pigeon knows – living with our precious heads exposed to the sky may not be worth the hazard. Hence the new, ‘location, location, location’ driven trend in underground doomsday real estate