I caught the tail end of a segment on PBS the other day (so unfortunately, I don't know the details leading up to the segment) where the commentator was going through the contents of a commercially produced emergency kit, just yucking it up as he went along. "Oh look, a little foil bag with water in it. I usually just get mine out of the drinking foutain!" Yuck, yuck, yuck. "Lookie here, waterproof matches. How thoughtful of them!" Yuck, yuck, yuck. "Hmmmm...a mylar blanket. What am I suppose to do with this?" Yuck, yuck, yuck. You get the idea. Frankly, the whole thing made me sort of angry. The implication was that anyone who packed that sort of gear was some kind of survivalist wingnut.