My usual weekend routine is to get up, wash up, and sit and drink my first thermos
of coffee. In that time, with no other distractions, I can usually come up the absolutely most awesome article idea ever- to be quite modest about it. The other five days a week the process is not so seamless, but we won’t get into that just yet. This morning I had a flash of brilliance that outdid even my normal high level of achievement. Bitches need drama, the same way guys need conflict of a more physical nature. The gals are all looking coyly at each other like their radar is being activated and they all most go into full out BS mode to cover their tracks and confuse the issue, the guys are farting and scratching themselves and wondering why I’m not talking about something better, like, semi-auto’s or something, and I’m just besides myself to tell you the story, so let’s begin. First we have to back up a little to where it all began. A new-to-me minion wrote and had a question on the Amazon commissions I receive in lieu of a real paycheck
. I explained about entering through my link and buying anything and not exiting until the purchase was made for me to get credit ( I honestly don’t know if I could get credit for the sale if you just placed the item on your wish list and bought at a later date- I do that with a lot of books from Cryptocom and Rawles
, but I don’t know if I’m supporting them or not, so let’s not try that here ).*
A few days later same said minion let me know he placed a large order. I of course thanked him because Amazon commissions both buy my research books and give me a bit of savings I tap here and there ( and, yes, I know I’m going into unneeded detail here in a pathetic and transparent attempt at gathering yet more commissions, but I’m pretty shameless about this sort of thing ). But the interesting part was what we got to talking about in our e-mails. He was in the process of supporting a worthless cur of an ex-wife
. No surprise there, a lot of us are. But, she used to be into the whole survivalist thing and now, despite a huge cash inflow from the ex, does nothing but party, living with no thought of tomorrow, and probably feels all sorry for herself as she is blowing disease infested donkeys after she’s snorted coke ( okay, I made the last part up, but I’m just trying to make the guy feel better so he buys more crap from Amazon ). My basic befuddlement was, how can you possibly turn off the terror? How can you unlearn the worrying things you just discovered?*
His response was, she was most likely just going along with it to satisfy me. Oh, well that makes sense. I’d forgotten that normal wives do that sort of thing to please their mates. Wife #4 was a nagging bitch that never let me forget she thought I was an asshat, dinglberry sucking moronic mouth breather for prepping ( amazing we weren’t getting along ). Wife #2 of course had to control both our lives so the preps I brought to the relationship was all that was ever accomplished. #3 was a survivalists
dream, very accommodating, learned new skills voluntarily to supplement mine, genuinely supportive. Of course, being a guy, the bad sex was of more importance so I gave up a good thing there. My point being that I usually don’t have the kind of relationship where “good, understanding, supportive” go along with “wife”. I had forgotten. Okay, shut up, you know I don’t get to the point until two thirds of the way through the article. *
Females are of course wired differently, and they are really good at telling people what they want to hear. They get with a survivalist, they become survivalists. They move on to a thug badboy and suddenly don’t mind getting knocked around ( gals, I’m guessing on this one- I can barely fathom how you’all tick, so please make allowances ). Their natural environment is deceit and unconventional warfare
, office politics
style. I’m not dissing on it, that is a survival trait. We go hunting bison and they sit around and jockey for position in the pecking order
and collect juicy gossip to cause the downfall of our potential enemies. This goes on in the background while we are mostly unaware. She’s got our backs, in other words. But beware you stand in the middle of this process! I’ll never have another wife in the tin bunker who can’t get into town under her own power. Bitches need to peck at each other, and if they can’t YOU become the target. Okay, that pretty much explains females and turning away from The One True Path Of Fear And Paranoia. They take care of the tipi
, your job is to build the thing and stock it with meat. And they protect your rear flank. If survivalism doesn’t pertain to protecting their household it usually doesn’t interest the female ( or, if the male isn’t into it- the exceptions are notable of course, and any of my fairer sexed minions can take this opportunity to tell me I’m full of crap if needed ).*
How can guys, who SHOULD be instinctive about protecting and providing, turn away from survivalism after they have eaten from the tree of knowledge? It defies all reason. Is it a cop out to just say they are lazy, or just fearful and seek safety by scurrying back to denial? Is it that simple? Or, are they actually a genetic reject and don’t actually have the proper mindset to protect the family unit? Now, keep your panties from bunching up here. I’m not saying you suck because your preps are inadequate and you will kill the whole family because of that. I’ve been there, and still hang my head in shame at how pathetic and weak I was to not stand up and demand the logical course be taken. At least you are aware and are trying. I’m talking about the schmucks who sold off their gear after Y2K
and went back to a normal middle class lifestyle. Oh, no need to ever worry again, Bush has secured our oil fields in Iraq and even if that ever runs out we’ll just pump the oil from North Dakota we’ve been avoiding just because we could. You know, because invading Iraq was easier than getting to that source ( please, please, keep in mind that frac gas fields can deplete up to 80% after the first year and by all indications frac oil isn’t much better- this is a temporary short term reprieve, not the answer to Forever Oil ). *
Gals have a pretty good reason, it falls beyond their purview, but why do guys ignore the obvious once its been learned? I haven’t a clue, unless it is something as simple as wishful thinking. They never wanted to believe the good live would end. So, they either become Yuppie Survivalist
and buy everything that convinces themselves their pampered luxurious lifestyle will never end, or they go back to being a mere civilian after they latch on to an event to make them believe all has returned to normal. Sure, normal like failing banks, declining oil, higher inflation. You know, because it happened in the 70’s and we got through it just fine. Hey, look, New Orleans has survived countless hurricanes, so let’s build a house below the levee. END
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15 comments:
James there is seeing the dark and there is seeing the DARK. Those quitters, obviously, have never read bison.
I think you pretty much nailed it, spot on in fact. Most of us realize our significant other has issues before we got married, we just figured we would be able to change it - har dee har har. All of us are wired in some strange way - they put up with our crap too.
But don't paint ALL women like that, as there are many clear thinking women who realize our system may not always be there, and taking some precautions now can at least soften the fall off the cliff. You don't always need a Rambette handing you magazines as you pick off the Ungodly Yellow Hordes, someone who knows about gardening, animal husbandry, medicine and home repair sure is welcome - just helps with the skills.
My wife is a keeper - sure she gives me crap, but when it comes to manual labor, she doesn't leave it up to the 'big strong man you', she gets in there and helps.
Damn dude, can't you just hire a pro occasionally or use some of those Amazon dollars to buy yourself a Fleshlight or something?
1047- sorry, but to get these kind of cynical insights, I must remain slightly disfunctional. Embrace the pain!
Jim, anymore Nova fiction coming?
As bad as you speak about women, I speak about men....Been married 3 times. I was a *prepper* as a teenager (back in the 70s!). Everyone thought I was nuts...until they needed first aid supplies, or the power went out or the creek flooded, etc.
Husband #1 spent money like a drunken sailor. Not just his, but mine and then my parents after he borrowed money from them. Hope the bastard still has all that fancy camera equipment...and I hope he trips over it and breaks a leg!
Husband #2 liked the country life...as long as I did ALL the work. He got a job driving a truck and spent most of his pay on the road eating lobster in Maine and steak dinners in Kansas City. Bought a car for his mother, too, while I was walking 8 miles to work so we could pay the rent.
Husband #3 was on board with prepping...until he decided drugs were an essential part of HIS prepping. And a girlfriend.
None of them felt it was *fair* to pay child support.
So, I mainly raised a houseful of kids on m own. No regrets. I love every one of my kids, regardless of the father.
Right now, I am living with a wonderful guy. Took us 5 years of talking and dating before we decided to take the plunge and join forces.
He calls me his "force multiplier", lol!
We were both preppers before we met. His focus was guns and ammo, mine was food production/storage and first aid. In my first 6 months here I was able to cut his grocery budget in half while managing to build up 1 year of food storage. He had goats, but no skills in animal husbandry...I have those skills. He has mad firearm skills and resources...I needed help in those areas.It works out for us, but I think the major thing is to find a partner that is ALREADY of the survivalist/prepper mindset.
Embrace the pain? Embrace the palm, it's the cheapest and best thing going.
Of course, sometimes one of us females actually gets it, and it's the hubster that is the flaky grasshopper red-neck sitting in the backyard in a hole in the chest-high grass drinking beer and listening to loud music, and saying stuff like "you worry too much. Get me a beer while you're in the kitchen", and "do you know how many beers I could have got with what you wasted on ?" and shooting the tomatoes 'cause they look like heads exploding...
Yeah, not all the bitches are female... most, I'll agree, but not all.
High Lord Bison,
Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror whilst brushing your radiant tresses and said to yourself, "What if I'm wrong, what if the collapse never comes?" Have you ever thought that maybe you should stop prepping so hardcore and just take it a bit easier as you age and things, like putting up with the frigid weather, get harder?
Fine fine then embrace the pain but you'll regret it when you roll over with AM wood and find that you, like your bike, have a "kickstand". Ow!
This is serious CYA food for thought.
http://www.woodpilereport.com/html/index-221.htm
(excerpt)
Should the worst happen, as some predict it will, should the nation fracture with armed gangs contesting the pieces, or should there be outright insurrection and despotic martial law, or should breakaway regions be invaded, the phenomena of military occupation and partisan resistance would follow. Most Americans know of partisans from the movies, or from documentaries and novels. These have their place, but the survivalist must rely on situational awareness in all its particulars. He must know his goals and limits and not allow himself to drift into, or be drawn into a bloodbath where the innocent and naive are butchered to no good end.
(end excerpt)
The gland
Cousin Ezekiel has posted Chapter 4, the final chapter, of The Gland, at Stories from outten the hills, here
Understood, most males are also asshats with bad attitudes. BUT. We can be easily controlled, most of us. Therefor, we are more innocent and deserving of love and support and pity. Or, at least I am. The rest of you are on your own.
Oh my, where to start?
Prepping has always seemed like a natural fit for women, as opposed to your claim that's it's outside our purview.
From the moment my child came into this world, his sustenance came from Mom. That didn't change much after he weened. (At least not in my mind.) Hubby stays home with him for most of the day, but the menu selection, kitchen stocking, preserving and dinner cooking is still done by me. It was very natural for me to wonder how I would ensure high standards of nutrition, no matter what what was happening outside the front door. So, my prepping has always centered around food, but casts a wide net. Example, the only gun in the house is my shotgun that I use to hunt. I maintain contact with the local gun club and hunting association. I've gotten water and food squared away for disruptions lasting up to a few months.
As hubby got on board with the prepping, (thankfully he is now fully on board) we expanded our first aid and have started saving for a move to be closer to friends and family. It's nice to have him on board, but he's not essential.
It's interesting you mention "turning it off." Hubby does this. Pretty much as soon as we finish a conversation about it. He has anxiety issues and says that he can't function well when he lets it dominate his mind, and he can't keep it quiet unless he turns it all off. I think this is reason I'm the lynch pin of our prepping, I can do it without letting the realities send me whimpering off into a corner.
I'm a Mormon woman, so at first food storage was just what you do. I didn't become a serious prepper until I read "One Second After". The account of the parents starving themselves to death for their children hit me hard. I'm single, no kids myself but I have 10 nieces and nephews plus 3 more I've adopted emotionally. Whenever I think about that story I think "the children must have food". I'm learning to garden now and have 4 hens - my first flock. My siblings range from eye rolling to fully supportive. The couples seem to be unified in their opinions, but my one supportive sister - I think her husband is just good-natured, tolerating her obsession. We both read this blog, in spite of the language, because of the focus and good ideas. It is hard sometimes-knowing how bad things can get-and can be debilitating. The trick is to keep it in mind as a prod but not wallow in it and give up.
James,
Methinks you protest too much. My observations are much different.
I was a prepper long before my husband. As a matter of fact, years ago when I was moving out to our land, I told my husband he could come with me or stay but I was going.
Luckily for me he joined me in the backwoods of North Idaho and has been very supportive of my prepping.
Of my circle of friends and acquaintances, I find women to be better preppers than men.
Sure, the men want a bunch of black plastic guns but that is were their prepping ends. It's the women who store the food, learn to sew, cook, garden, butcher, etc.
Maybe the women of North Idaho are just a different breed. But they sure know how to prep.
Idaho Homesteader
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