PANIC TIER
Okay, about yesterday's comments. Thank you for actually taking your time to comment. While it might be true that I need love and praise, more import is that I need readers. Even if they hate me for not delivering happy news. Writing is, literally, the only thing keeping me sane. As far as writing about the meaning of life, that is too depressing, even for me. Are you trying to drive me over the edge? There is no meaning to our lives! We run around and spend years worrying about our contribution. We convince ourselves we are important. Yet, the only reason we are here is to perpetuate our DNA. And everything you do is only to enable the strong to survive so the DNA is improved. Even being intellectually aware of this, we are unable to resist. Chemical warfare in the brain! We are screwed, there is no free will. God, now I'm more grumpy than normal. Since I've been fighting the little brain for dominance the only chemicals I'm secreting are depressants, to punish me.
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As far as those that deny we will see mortgages changed to benefit the bankers, please refer back to FDR's gold confiscation and subsequent 40% devaluation. Do you think inflation indexing is much different? Okay, today I would like to reply to the comment on my junk land/trailer recommendation. No, I don't think they are for everyone. It is actually a poor choice for quality living. I'm sorry to report that you can't always have what you want ( where have we heard that before? ). Does this come as a shock? Are all my loyal minions eighty years old? Hasn't anyone under fifty pretty much been living their whole adult lives in decreasing affluence? An RV on junk land sucks. I've told you this more than once, I'm sure. It is merely a choice that is least worse ( was that good grammar? ). You have to follow a panic tier. First, you panic about the immediate threat. Then, when that is neutralized you can move on to the next probable event. The Dark Ages are coming. Anyone that thinks six billion people can live on organic produce and windmill power has his head so far up his ass he had to dislocate his shoulders. The only thing keeping over five billion of them alive is petroleum and genetically modified seed. There is no happy ending until after die-off.
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However. There is a slight problem. You have to survive the economic collapse first. Before you can survive the Post Oil Dark Ages. Having enough land and natural ( non-irrigated ) water for self sufficiency is what will keep you alive after PODA. But the economic collapse will take that away from you. That was kind of the point about yesterday's article. You can't honestly believe that the banks are going to allow millions of people to get out of debt by paying with devalued dollars? More likely than not, you will lose your job and then your mortgaged property. Not even civil servants are immune. I already talked about cops being replaced by security guards. Several weeks after that article the news had a piece on Oakland, California subcontracting out certain areas to a private security firm. It's not like I can clearly see the future. If that was the case I'd have already made millions in the stock market and retired to a fortified bunker with gold bars, HK's and a harem ( more than one mate is more to keep them occupied with each other and out of my hair than to have multiple partners which I don't really desire ). But the general direction is easy to see. Civil servants with their retirement and health benefits are the largest drain on shrinking budgets. Especially since retirement funds were invested in toxic real estate. It is a slam dunk to figure out they are an endangered species.
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The ideal retreat supports a multi-generational family's survival. I have no quarrel with the ideal of an Idaho retreat in a lush area with adequate rainfall and isolated from the Golden Hoard. My point is that the ideal is not possible without debt. And debt is dangerous because the system will survive long enough to see you laid off and without the means to pay off your perfect place. If Yellowstone blows, China detonates a continent wide EMP, if an asteroid hits off the east coast or if a 90% mortality flu occurs then you can enjoy your perfect retreat or your country farm without having to worry about a sheriffs auction. Otherwise, if the economy continues to contract you have to worry. The most realistic threat that is already happening is an economic melt down. Yes, PODA will kill off most of us. But that is a distant threat. The immediate threat is that the decline in global oil means that this depression is perpetual and will never end. And that means you will lose your livelihood. And then your property. Junk land is not about the best place to live. It is about the best place to be when you are unemployed. It is about staying out of debt. Which is why I endorse jingle mail. You don't need a good credit rating for PODA.
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I do not endorse junk land too far away from water. Or more than a realistic distance from some kind of town. I only think an RV is a good idea if you are really poor and need a turn key shelter. Otherwise, an adobe or earth berm or waddle ( I think that is the correct name- the thick mud mix with straw covered by plaster for waterproofing ) structure is far better when you need to rely on no outside heat source other than solar. If cannibals are running around the woods, it might be better if you didn't have to go out for firewood. I'm not presenting the best place to live as much as I am pointing to the most realistic solution for most of us. We are poor, and we don't have too much time to get ready. That is the reasoning behind all of my recommendations. The wheat berries because you can't afford that many calories in any other form. The bolt actions because it is the most "bang" for the buck. Junk land because you can scrounge up $500 on any budget and then never have to worry about rent again. These are not perfect solutions, they are realistic solutions. I can't recommend in good conscience any other solution. You don't have the luxury of time. Before, I went on the assumption you would never have enough money. Now, it is that plus a shortage of time.
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Thursday, June 04, 2009
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9 comments:
To your first point, I am a new reader and I really like your ranting. I give your ranting, raves!
In any case, I found your blog from survivalblog so go figure.
To you second point, I agree, junk land isn't for everyone but I can see the draw that it has for some.
As an owner of 5 acres of prime junk land, I think it's a good thing!
Enjoyable post, my friend!
Very realistic and truthful. Depending on how worried you are it is essential to make choices based on your personal situation. A secure income or need to be close to a certain town can really affect choices.
The meaning of life? Watch Monty Python.
Fighting the little brain for dominance?No thanks,I prefer to be dominated.
The bankers aren't finished screwing us over,bend over and spread 'em wide.
Egads Jimbo, enuf of the intellectualizing nihilistic existentialism...
I've read FREEDOM ROAD and TRAVEL TRAILER HOMESTEADING and tune into the BISONIAN CHANNEL to get the real goods. Thank You.
"If you're studying Geology, which is all facts, as soon as you get out of school you forget it all, but Philosophy you remember just enough to screw you up for the rest of your life.".
-Steve Martin
Anyone got any tips for finding junk land up here in Canada?
I've never been able to find anything up here under $30,000 other than postage stamp municipal lots in dead end far away prairie towns. Not that I am adverse to a dead end town, they're all just too far from friends & family.
Worrying about the meaning of life is entirely relevant to survival. If one doesn't value life much, then why bother putting any effort into survival?
I personally believe life has no meaning, but I'm OK with that. In fact accepting that life is meaningless has made things easier for me because I no longer feel I have to do something useful with my life. If I want to hang out for a weekend and do essentially nothing, I feel no guilt.
But, for me at least, it does mean that I am only willing to go so far to scrounge out an existance. I actually stopped whitewater kayaking because I realized that if I were to become trapped underwater I might not have the drive to save myself. I wasn't very good so having such a mishap was certainly a possibility.
I'm about as broke as one can be and still survive.
I do have food, solar panels, tools and an ugly old van, but I think I've found an alternative to junk land.
Join a hippie commune.
Usually the land is already paid for, the soil in the garden is already fertile, and you can reduce clothing expenses since everybody runs around naked for half the year.
I'll build a little rammed earth house with interior walls of mud and old beer bottles, and an attached greenhouse made from scavenged windows.
As far as the meaning of life?
Have fun. Enjoy yourself. Live it up while you can.
Kirk, I like the way you think.
If you send me a picture, maybe you can be in my harem with Jim and various other longhaired hippies.
I like variety.
My little brain won the fight a long time ago.
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