Friday, June 24, 2011

single bias

SINGLE BIAS

Nova fiction posted earlier.
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Okay, now look. Unhelpful comments accusing me of ignoring the needs of frugal families prepping is unfounded. What you really mean is I am unhelpful with any advice for Yuppie Scum Survivalist families. Look, I rag on old people. I’m almost one and I know a nice couple that are as old as dirt ( my parents ). I don’t hate old people, just their bad attitude. I bitch and moan about bitches, but again, I don’t hate females. Just most of their poor attitudes. And, while I claim I hate Yuppie Whoring Bastard Scum, I’m willing to reserve judgment on each individual until after I meet them. I’m sure I’ll be able to excuse 1% of them. Deep down under that soft gooey marshmallow exterior is a good heart. Hell, send me enough donations and I’ll blow smoke up your ass even if you aren’t a good person ( Sam, I honestly forgave your Yuppiness many, many donations ago. Gene, you might qualify as a Yuppie but you seem like Regular Folk ). I don’t necessarily condemn all yuppie families to the lower bowels of Hell. I’m still willing to help you out with a little advice. But you have to meet me half way there. I can’t JUST talk about AR-15’s, MRE’s and SUV’s. You have to concede the need that one day you’ll be crapping in a bucket and grateful for a old crumpled up newspaper to wipe with.

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As I’ve said before, when I started raising a family I was only allowed the stockpiled preps already in my procession before I got married. Four people, three hundred pounds of wheat and a Springfield Armory 45 with a few hundred rounds, a grinder and a few gallons of bleach. That would have really sucked if we had actually needed them. So, yes, everything I’ve done expanding that was done while legally single. Although for Y2K I was stocking for #4 (common law wife ) and her stepdaughter.  What did I do? More wheat and Spam. Scaling up to family size isn’t rocket science, it is just buying the same thing more than once ( although most likely less firearms ). So, it seems the basic complaint is that living in a tin box on junk land is family unfriendly. It seems that once microwave ovens and flush toilets were invented, it became impossible for the human race to ever revert back to a time before there was frozen TV dinners. And, any sanitation disposal below a unit in a 500 square foot bathroom with granite countertops was primitive and unacceptable. How old are the people making these observations? Don’t they remember their childhood? Were they locked up in the attic, or were they normal kids? Kids pick and eat scabs for dinner and pick their nose for dessert. If you let them, they would be camping outside all summer long and their idea of taking a dump is squatting down and wiping and covering with leaves. If anything, crapping in a bucket, wiping with real toilet paper, and living in rigid walls rather than a pup tent would be an improvement. I had TV when I was a kid. It was black and white ( I ain’t that old, but my folks bought one inexpensive set with cash and it was still going strong twenty years later ) and we were allowed one hour a night in front of it, subject to disciplinary measures, with a few hours of Saturday cartoons. We had a game consol, a used Atari. I wasn’t too interested in it myself. We had the great outdoors and I spent as much time as I could in it. Camping out was great, camping out in my friends RV was fun. It was too crowded to live in it, we were playing around outside of it. Okay, granted, it was central California weather. But even on junk land you can build some add-ons to shelter the kids in inclement weather.

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Why do kids need a huge house to live in? So they drive their parents crazy with pleas of insane boredom? Throw the little bastards outside, it will do them some good. Even when we lived in Lake Tahoe, I was outside most of the winter, staying out until my feet were numb with cold. I think the true objection about moving the family to junk land is that the parents don’t want to live like that. Granted, you must play the “family protective services BS” game. You need electricity ( genie and solar ), running water ( gravity flow from a high tank or a 12v pump ) and whatever other luxuries the state considers a minimum before you are allowed to keep your children ( a blatant terror technique to conform everyone ). Don’t go on state assistance to keep interference to a minimum and learn your state law. Other than that, how hard is it to move the family off grid? Me thinks some protest too much.

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I’m aware that simple things become the new minimum standards and that can only be overcome by practice, discipline and a bit of hardship. 24 hour a day electricity in unlimited amounts isn’t a necessity. If you just scale back expectations marginally, the “sacrifice” is minimal if even noticeable. #4 bitched and complained constantly about the crap bucket, but I think if I could have had the place heated to 85 all winter it wouldn’t have bothered her. I can’t tell the difference other than not needing to flush by handle. You sit, do your business, get on with life. It ain’t the nightmare imagined. Okay, so I can’t watch TV anytime I want, or get on the Internet at home. That’s a bad thing? So I have to read more books. OOOhhhh!!!! The humanity. I’m not claiming junk land is for everyone, I’m saying to automatically disqualify that affordable option because of your precious darling sensitive spawn is a cop-out. And, no, I don’t think I have single bias. Family planning verses single person is just scaling up.

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13 comments:

Anonymous said...

What this post has to do about survival?

Anonymous said...

I think the excuse given for not allowing the kids more latitude on being outside is the potential for abductions. We didn't worry about that when I was a kid (late 60's / early 70's) because back then, it was pretty well known that child abusers didn't face a law system which gives the criminal protection.

Nope, back then, it was the family who took care of that, Uncle Jethro or Bill, fresh from Vietnam, had no problem whatsoever pounding the daylights out of anyone hurting their niece / nephew. I'd be willing to bet a lot of LEOs back then pretty much allowed that to happen too.

I was one of your generation, the hours between breakfast and supper was in the land of OUT, with a short appearance for lunch. No video games, pinball was luxury, and cable didn't go out in the country so you had two or three channels pretty much. Sunday afternoon was Hee Haw (ladies and gentlemen - The Haggars!), followed by the Lawrence Welk show, followed by the Ed Sullivan show.

Not mentally stimulating - lets go outside and have dirt clod wars, throw oranges and grapefruit and passing cars (and run like a spotted ass ape if they turned around). Fishing for bass, catfish or perch in the canals, huting rabbits in the groves, playing football - baseball - basketball or riding bicycles all over Creation.

That world is long gone man. Dang shame too. I stayed where I was because I wanted to have my children grow in a good environment but the environment is changing everywhere - not a lot of places to escape it now.

Anonymous said...

Don't tell my 3 kids--ages 6 to 13--that they need a regular toilet.

They use a composting toilet and an outhouse.

No video games allowed at home and we watch movies maybe 1 or 2 times a week--no regular tv.

Sometimes we run out of cistern rain water in the winter and they have to dig pots of snow to melt on the wood stove so we can wash dishes (by hand of course) and take showers.

Speaking of wood stove--that's the only heat we have--if the little buggers don't help gather it and stack it on the porch, we don't have a fire. It can get pretty cold in North Idaho.

If they want to eat, the kiddos are expected to help dig, plant, weed and harvest the garden. Plus they have to feed the chickens and goats every morning--rain or shine.

Oh, they have to help butcher the deer/elk, too. Many nights, they are the ones cooking dinner, too.

I took my kids to Costco yesterday and I can't tell you how many 'thank you's' I got because I bought them a hot dog and soda pop.

My kids may not have a "normal" childhood, but they have their 2 parents who love them and spend time doing things with them. They have never been in day care and have only had a babysitter--maybe 3 times in their lives.

They can make forts, play outside, have bows/arrows and .22 rifles to plink with. They can take the canoe out on our 14 acre pond or ride their bikes through the woods. They know how to build, invent and use their imagination.

I find it very rewarding to homestead with children. It actually produces kids that you WANT to be around.

Idaho Homesteader

Spud said...

I think that all of us that are say 50 and over experienced similar type childhoods. Out doors is where we lived, period. Only the parents or frostbite drove us inward.

Now days though, my wife load up everything at the end of september, and go tent camping till about the second week in January. Archery season don'tcha know !
Sheit we got our fridge n fan powered by a little Honda gen. (only uses 1/2 gal in 12 hours )
Got a huge tent n everthing, queen size air mattress.
Guess where we go do the doo ? It don't flush !
Good practice every year for doing it permanent if need be.
Point is it is fun ! Not a torture test of endurance. Don't have to be uncomfortable and live in a tent.

I'm just lucky that I got a woman who also enjoys the outdoors.
They are out there guys, just gotta find your own, I ain't sharing.

Spud said...

Anon 7:19

It's got everything to do about survival...

gott_cha said...

I know prepping folks who have both an AR and an SUV,..are they yuppie scum? I fukushimin doubt it bro!

You hate folks who have had a better life than you,...you accuse others of malcontent and not being serious,...you claim from your attitude that none other even has a clue about what it to come. My poor, dumb,..and narrow minded prick,..when it hits the fan,...nobody will want to come get your bag of wheat or harass your aids infected ass. Nobody here in flyover land wants your worthless dirt or your little cache of .303.
Your hatred,..anger,..and selfrighteous arrogance is why you have been married multiple times,..you claim to have prepped for a while now,...yet when you tell of what you have you are found wanting in the scales.
You are a evil minded person who wishes to live off the pain you like to inflict on others,....maybe you can have your wish and die quickly when it hits the fan,..it would do us a big favor!
You hate GOD,...you hate civilization,..you hate others who dont prep with wheat and Enfields
Yeah unless its done loser JIMs way then they aint shit...
Hey,..its ok,...its somebody else's fault right?

DUDE,..your diseased dribble has gotten old over the past several years

James m Dakin said...

gottcha-I'd wager that, whatever shortcomings I have, you are either sticking around for more of my wisdom, which leaks out despite my rants, or you are really, really, as addicted to walling in misery as I am. Else, why still read? I haven't changed much all these years. You still get the same old repeated warmings. The only differance is more panic and a closer end time. As I keep telling the unsatisfied minions, you only get this kind of clear view with a disfunctional attitude attatched to it. Nothings free, not even blogs. Cheers.

James m Dakin said...

Sorry, that should have been "wallowing". And while I'm worked up, I've been middle class. Didn't care for it. How is it class envy if I've voluntarily simplified? Stepping off the gerbil wheel is because you don't want to be a gerbil. I envy the monied prisoners? I spit blood. I pick my ass and flick it at that idea. With that happy image, I'm out for the weekend.

Rottenclam said...

Haha, awesome response to 4:26. Kill 'em with kindness and all that.

4:26 - you've got to chill...or find another blog.

Lord Bison - The single life is how I normally prefer it, but I stumbled upon a beautiful and devilishly smart young 'thang about 8 years ago, and things have just never been the same.

Sure, being single has its perks, but she knows how to garden, cook, and she keeps me on my toes with her wit. I cant turn it away. It is just too good.

Granted, if she was mean and spent a bunch of money, it would not have lasted longer than a night or 5, but our chemistry works.

As for rugrats? Well, we're in no hurry. I will want to raise them as Spartans. She'll probably want to raise them with reasonable creature comforts. We'll just have to see.

I dont buy into your prescribed .303 and Wheat program to the hilt, but it is very sensible, so I wont dismiss it either. Hell, that is the program I'd probably be on if I worked and lived in Elko.

One thing many of us can agree on is that just about everything created after 1985 is shit (there are some slight exceptions, but those are few and far between).

JP in MT said...

To those that find no "useful information" on this site may want to look elsewhere. I have all of the physical equipment requirements for the "Yuppie Survival Scum", yet I enjoy Jim's daily rant. If you find his humor offensive perhaps I can recommend more fiber in your diet? Look past the outward facade and mine the site for nuggets of wisdom (as I do with other site like Rawles).

Anonymous said...

Old crumpled up newspaper? I’m putting in a bidet. If I can only figure out how to supply it with water my butt will be as happy as a tornado in a trailer park. Also, while nature pees are the best, craping in the woods lost it’s luster after I wiped my butt with leaves of three (poison ivy) Don’t even get me started on that…

Anonymous said...

Bison, good on you for sticking to your viewpoint.

Those of us who enjoy your sense of humour will keep accessing your site.

In the 50's all the houses in the town I grew up in had an outhouse in the back yard. There were no flushing toilets; the toilet bins in the town was collected regularly by the shire council.

No colour TV's - many people walked to town to attend the local cinema.

Washing was boiled in a wood fired copper bowl, and stirred with a broom handle...and then hung on the line to dry in the sun.

White sheets were made to look whiter by adding some BLUE dye. (I know it seems crazy, but that is how it was back then, the BLUE block was about the size of 1" round, and it was dipped into the washing water until the desired colour was achieved).

We also had powdered starch to stiffen cotton clothes, which had to be pressed/ironed.

Rooms usually only had one electrical power outlet.

All of my clothes fit in one single door wardrobe

Dishes were done by hand. We all sat down together for dinner every night.

Mum sewed the girl's clothes on a Singer treadle machine.

The chicken coop fence was used to partly support the peppers, tomatoes, and long beans.

When chicken was for dinner, mum placed a wooden handle over the hen's neck and pulled up whilst holding the hen's legs. Then let the hen flap around headless while the hot water was readied in the bucket...then the hen was pushed into the hot water - and we kids pulled the feathers out. The hen was then gutted and cut up and prepared for dinner by mum.

Mum made brawn on some weekends, when a pig's head and trotters was available from the butchers.

On some weekends, we kids would get a scrap sheet of roofing iron, melt some tar over an open fire and use it to patch up the nail holes in the r/iron, place a length of 3" x 3" x by however high the roofing iron came up to, another piece of scrap timber in the front and bashed nails/screws to hold the front of the iron up, and at the back a slab of 1" x what ever size we could get to fit - and off we would go to the creeks, flooded or not, we only came back during the day to eat, and then go again until it got too dark out to see.

Some Sundays we would all climb into the back of my father's truck - my parent's friends and their kids also, and spend the day at the beach, digging for pippi's.

None of the cars/trucks had seat-belts back then.

Steaks would be placed on an old fridge steel rack and then placed over the coals to cook...some lemon juice, garlic, salt and pepper (mixed together) would be sprinkled over the steaks or chops while they were cooking, using a large sprig of basil as the baster.

There were no signs saying 'no open fires'.

We all learned how to swim in the sea; with no stinger/shark nets between us and them. And crocodiles and assorted jelly fish were always around as well.

An old patched inflated tractor tube (begged from the tyre change shop)was our beach toy.

Church doors would be left open from early in the morning to late at night - until someone stole items, now all locked up when not in use.

Same with the district hospital...anyone could walk in 24/7 to access emergency care etc. (that changed - with addicts trying to access drugs) Now, cameras,locked doors and security.

The lessons this baby boomer learned from parents has been passed down to the next generation, and am still learning.



Regards,

Old-timer from down-under.

gott_cha said...

I guess I hang around just to see what you will say next. You make good points at times Jim,..but you arent progressing very far.

I know you are much smarter than you let the minions think you are. Me and an old guy up in the hills, who has shut his blog down now,..used to talk long periods of time on you and the old boy down Texas way...you both had a brite bulb burning!
truth be,..if you are still trying to convince others to prep or get ready,..hells bells bro,..its too late for them! Fukushima them!

I like your comments for the most part,..I do! But your becoming like the preacher who gives the same worn out message every sunday for forty years.

Lets move on,..most who still come here are beyond the basics now..... Update your plan of attack here for us,....pull up the wigwam and lets build a preppers fire and chew the fat for a while.......do it.....see if the readership improves.

But,...keep that mean ass attitude you have,..its your trademark

Think on it bro!

ok....nice hair.....