HIPPIE SLAVES
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This minion article idea was so friggin hilarious I simply had to use it. Hippy slaves. The basic idea is to join a hippie commune ahead of time, keep your preps secret, then come the collapse you can throw off your sheepskin and reveal your true identity as a wolf ( please no macho grunts and proclamations along the lines of “wolfpack rules” ). Those meek, clueless Birkenstock bitches become your serfs! My goodness, this stuff is priceless! Now, I’m aware that there might not, per se, be any more Hippies out there. They might call themselves vegans or permaculturalists or whatever. What you are looking for are leftist clueless head in the clouds idiots. The ones, and reading sites such as Energy Bulletin will uncover a whole slew of them, who think that putting a crystal on a necklace, not shaving your armpit hair, and growing sustainably will solve all the worlds problems. Sure, growing organic permaculture will keep you fed grandly. No disagreement there. But these people also think channeling positive energy will overcome all those negative vibes, man. They have no idea the violent nature of man, because they have been sheltered from it their whole lives. Nowadays, they are the idiots who send elementary school kids to counseling for antisocial behavior when one boy makes the image of a gun with thumb and index finger. OH MY MOTHER HUMPIN GOD!!!!!! Little Johnny is projecting violence. You don’t think? You stupid brainless twat. Little boys are supposed to be violent. It teaches them to kill off the enemies from other tribes that want to kill, say, teachers. As it is, you are trying to turn him into a fag. Why don’t you just put a target on his butthole while you are at it?
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These people are moronic mouth breathers. Enslaving them is almost too good for them. You really should be doing the human race a good deed by wiping them out of the gene pool. Unfortunately, you can’t. Being docile, and being such good shepherds of the earth, lovingly constructing mulch so you can feed Gaia, tending to the flock of domesticated animals as if they were surrogate children, these bitches make good serfs. Someone has to be raising the plants while the warriors go about smiting the godless enemies of your tribe. Everyone has a skill set, and hippies are good at farming. If they get stupid trying to raise the future generation of soldiers, you can traumatize that crap out of the little darlings when the time is right. Basic training is a civilized version of that. You can retrain the kids, but the adults are as good as ruined. They won’t be too hard to control. Just threaten to burn down a tree and you’ll keep them in line ( I absolutely loved that recent Blue People movie from the Terminator guy. The blue dudes were kick ass warriors, but you could obviously see their vulnerability through tree hugging- as did their enemies ).
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Okay, you look around, find a spot you like, join a hippie commune ( aka permaculture village ). Make sure to do your research first, you need to understand their liberal, commie, tree hugging lingo. You must maintain opsec. Keep your stash of weapons and other right wing tools hidden. I’m not sure what would attract the women in these places. Perhaps you could smoke some weed with a long term resident and pick his brain. I’m imagining that those bitches are pretty much the same as everywhere and desire security for the family unit ( I’m not dogging on this, it is a natural thing. I just hate the bitches that won’t admit and embrace that ). So, if you have a skill that brings something else to the group besides farming, you use that for increased social standing and the needed income to invest in your arsenal. I don’t know, say you were a plumber. You worked outside the commune, donated twenty percent of your income to the commune for its money needs ( like for property tax ), plus built them their solar hot water heaters or whatever. So, you avoid doing any grunt labor in the fields, you have extra cash for preps, you attract a buxomly wench that can easily procreate ( them vegan skinny bitches don’t breed as well ). Come the crash, you have a village that can support their new leader in style. Have a few beer guzzling buddies outside the commune you can arm come the time. Your friends will have access to the home brewed commune beer, plus, true to historical norms, they will have their pick of willing wives. Women might spot raging hard nipples over the sight of greenbacks now, taking them for a false sense of security, but come crunch time the male able to deliver violence for protection will be what naturally attracts them. Another reason women’ lib will die with the Petroleum Age. Males are naturally inclined towards killing and protecting, women naturally towards manipulating males towards violence so they can be nurturing. In the near future, you will be penalized for NOT showing aggression as a male student.
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Come the crash, certain mental outlooks will be violently punished. Lawyers and politicians will swing from the lampposts. Bankers and CEO’s will look up at them from vacant eyes, their severed heads placed on a pole ( first, these folks must be punished for helping along the collapse. Secondly, we must stop any future continuance of these professions ). And liberal leftist commie tree huggers will be brutally reintroduced to violence being normal. You are doing these people a huge favor by putting them in bondage. Because the alternative is outsiders invading, enslaving and killing them all. Yes, you are a benevolent demi-god. Bless your pea-picking heart. It’s called tough love. If you didn’t take advantage of their ignorance, their stupidity would have gotten them killed. They can thank you any time now.
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Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
follow up
FOLLOW UP
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Okay, I get into work this morning, a hap, hap, happy Monday if ever there was one, and my e-mail box is simply overflowing. I think that my minions, those that have actually been paying attention instead of just reading my drivel as the rantings of a Unibomber so they can do the exact opposite of what I advocate, which justifies stockpiling Mattel Toy carbines and building a Bat Cave retreat, were so worried I would next blow another gasket but this time about lacking subject matter, they sent a bunch of article suggestions. I would have said they were so worried about my mental state and the threat of my discontinuation of splattering my drivel their way, but that might have been pushing it. They just don’t want to hear me complaining. So, I wish to thank all those that helpfully responded to my feedback request, and now to all those that took the time to throw in article suggestions. You truly are wonderful minions, but since I don’t want that to go to your heads and swell your egos, we shall never speak of it again but instead pretend it was never brought up at all.
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There were so many e-mails I didn’t have time to read any news updates or any other blogs, so I have no idea what is going on out there. Today’s article will be based on a minion comment rather than me making fun of another published prepper piece. Which should be a nice change of pace for you. But before we go there, an update on the immanent financial crash. The child support being terminated nine months early, hence the crash might be any time-remember? Well, today I got a check in the mail ( I check the mail in the morning from the previous day ) from Florida for the refund for the last twenty five days, the time between his birthday and when the last amount was withheld from my paycheck. This doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t change their mind and not restart withholding, but it is an indicator that perhaps they won’t. I’ll still save anything, awaiting a resumption of my two decade long screw job and a call for immediate repayment, but I’ve allowed myself to let a small ray of hope in. Unfortunately for the rest of you, that MIGHT mean the collapse happens before next summer. Sorry to take down the rest of you with me, but if I can keep the ex from getting another $4k by wishing for the collapse I’ll do it.
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A minion said, in effect, quote me at your own risk because I’ll deny everything, an AR-15 is nice and all, but he could get a regular rifle and a pistol for the same amount. This prompted me to once again blather on about a rifle and pistol combo. Now, I have no problem with anyone using a hunting rifle and a pistol as their frugal arsenal. I think it is just as safe and effective as you need. The thing about the war surplus bolt guns is that, when they and their ammo were cheap, they made a great arsenal in and of themselves. You took the bayonet and the hardwood stock as your in close weapons. You could get by with just the one gun. And since their ammo was cheap, it didn’t matter as much that they weren’t all that accurate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still happy and secure with my scoped Enfields. But I got them when they were affordable. Nowadays, you need to seek a rifle that is more accurate than a surplus gun, if possible, because of the ammo cost. Ammo costs have doubled, so you can only stockpile half as much, if that, given the state of your paycheck. You need to make each round count. Any rifle, even a rimfire, is sufficient. Because if you have a handgun, it doesn’t matter that the rifle is single shot or only good for bushwacking. Your handgun functions as your high firepower in case of an emergency. Rather than carry a semi-auto carbine with twenty round mags, just in case you are ambushed by a squad of zombies or a pack of dogs, have the pistol for this role. The rifle is the long range precision tool and the pistol is the “get out of an ambush” tool. Yes, the pistol is extra weight, and you know I hate extra weight. Anything past the bare minimum is stupid as it slows you down, weighs you down, makes you a target. But if you are so worried about close in fighting that you want a black plastic turd for a weapon, instead think about a bolt or single shot rifle and a pistol.
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I think the best long term combo ( for total collapse, wearing rat skins and carrying clubs made from rebar long term type collapse ) is still a rimfire single shot and a 357 revolver. You can both stockpile and carry a lot of rounds and with a scope ( you can stockpile a lot at $30each ) and practice you can get to 200 yards ( the power it dumps at that range is another matter ) if needed. Meanwhile, the revolver has enough rounds and a good enough caliber to somewhat protect against wild animal and zombie close in fighting. For immediately after the fighting starts, a hunting rifle in a conventional round such as 308 is great. Now you can easily snipe at five or six hundred yards and really stay away for evil asshats. I’d still have the revolver. They can’t be beat except on the reloading aspect of things. A novice is comfortable with one. You can leave them loaded forever, and they don’t jam as easy with crappy handloads. And they aren’t overly expensive. You might even try not to waste rounds firing it, since you only get six shots.
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Now, I know this is more expensive than my regular advice has been. It doesn’t fit into the $500 frugal budget. The only problem with that is you are now reduced to no choice, having to use the Russian bolt if you want frugal. If that is all you can afford, get it yesterday. It is FAR better than nothing. I’d even venture to say that I’d rather take my life into my hands by using a potential ammo case rupturing into my face than carry the AR and risking it jamming on me during a fight ( assuming I didn’t use one just for sniping, so the fouling was greatly reduced ). If you are only carrying the AR you will run into trouble because it will jam. Just remember, there are no 100% perfect arsenal answers. There are solutions to different problems, such as being poor, but no perfect answers for under the several grand price tag. This is merely one solution. The point is, you don’t absolutely need a semi auto carbine/rifle.
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Okay, I get into work this morning, a hap, hap, happy Monday if ever there was one, and my e-mail box is simply overflowing. I think that my minions, those that have actually been paying attention instead of just reading my drivel as the rantings of a Unibomber so they can do the exact opposite of what I advocate, which justifies stockpiling Mattel Toy carbines and building a Bat Cave retreat, were so worried I would next blow another gasket but this time about lacking subject matter, they sent a bunch of article suggestions. I would have said they were so worried about my mental state and the threat of my discontinuation of splattering my drivel their way, but that might have been pushing it. They just don’t want to hear me complaining. So, I wish to thank all those that helpfully responded to my feedback request, and now to all those that took the time to throw in article suggestions. You truly are wonderful minions, but since I don’t want that to go to your heads and swell your egos, we shall never speak of it again but instead pretend it was never brought up at all.
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There were so many e-mails I didn’t have time to read any news updates or any other blogs, so I have no idea what is going on out there. Today’s article will be based on a minion comment rather than me making fun of another published prepper piece. Which should be a nice change of pace for you. But before we go there, an update on the immanent financial crash. The child support being terminated nine months early, hence the crash might be any time-remember? Well, today I got a check in the mail ( I check the mail in the morning from the previous day ) from Florida for the refund for the last twenty five days, the time between his birthday and when the last amount was withheld from my paycheck. This doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t change their mind and not restart withholding, but it is an indicator that perhaps they won’t. I’ll still save anything, awaiting a resumption of my two decade long screw job and a call for immediate repayment, but I’ve allowed myself to let a small ray of hope in. Unfortunately for the rest of you, that MIGHT mean the collapse happens before next summer. Sorry to take down the rest of you with me, but if I can keep the ex from getting another $4k by wishing for the collapse I’ll do it.
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A minion said, in effect, quote me at your own risk because I’ll deny everything, an AR-15 is nice and all, but he could get a regular rifle and a pistol for the same amount. This prompted me to once again blather on about a rifle and pistol combo. Now, I have no problem with anyone using a hunting rifle and a pistol as their frugal arsenal. I think it is just as safe and effective as you need. The thing about the war surplus bolt guns is that, when they and their ammo were cheap, they made a great arsenal in and of themselves. You took the bayonet and the hardwood stock as your in close weapons. You could get by with just the one gun. And since their ammo was cheap, it didn’t matter as much that they weren’t all that accurate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still happy and secure with my scoped Enfields. But I got them when they were affordable. Nowadays, you need to seek a rifle that is more accurate than a surplus gun, if possible, because of the ammo cost. Ammo costs have doubled, so you can only stockpile half as much, if that, given the state of your paycheck. You need to make each round count. Any rifle, even a rimfire, is sufficient. Because if you have a handgun, it doesn’t matter that the rifle is single shot or only good for bushwacking. Your handgun functions as your high firepower in case of an emergency. Rather than carry a semi-auto carbine with twenty round mags, just in case you are ambushed by a squad of zombies or a pack of dogs, have the pistol for this role. The rifle is the long range precision tool and the pistol is the “get out of an ambush” tool. Yes, the pistol is extra weight, and you know I hate extra weight. Anything past the bare minimum is stupid as it slows you down, weighs you down, makes you a target. But if you are so worried about close in fighting that you want a black plastic turd for a weapon, instead think about a bolt or single shot rifle and a pistol.
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I think the best long term combo ( for total collapse, wearing rat skins and carrying clubs made from rebar long term type collapse ) is still a rimfire single shot and a 357 revolver. You can both stockpile and carry a lot of rounds and with a scope ( you can stockpile a lot at $30each ) and practice you can get to 200 yards ( the power it dumps at that range is another matter ) if needed. Meanwhile, the revolver has enough rounds and a good enough caliber to somewhat protect against wild animal and zombie close in fighting. For immediately after the fighting starts, a hunting rifle in a conventional round such as 308 is great. Now you can easily snipe at five or six hundred yards and really stay away for evil asshats. I’d still have the revolver. They can’t be beat except on the reloading aspect of things. A novice is comfortable with one. You can leave them loaded forever, and they don’t jam as easy with crappy handloads. And they aren’t overly expensive. You might even try not to waste rounds firing it, since you only get six shots.
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Now, I know this is more expensive than my regular advice has been. It doesn’t fit into the $500 frugal budget. The only problem with that is you are now reduced to no choice, having to use the Russian bolt if you want frugal. If that is all you can afford, get it yesterday. It is FAR better than nothing. I’d even venture to say that I’d rather take my life into my hands by using a potential ammo case rupturing into my face than carry the AR and risking it jamming on me during a fight ( assuming I didn’t use one just for sniping, so the fouling was greatly reduced ). If you are only carrying the AR you will run into trouble because it will jam. Just remember, there are no 100% perfect arsenal answers. There are solutions to different problems, such as being poor, but no perfect answers for under the several grand price tag. This is merely one solution. The point is, you don’t absolutely need a semi auto carbine/rifle.
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Anyone can submit a guest article. No minimum word length, no writing skill necessary ( just get the idea across ). You retain copyright ( this must be your original writing ) and I’ll just use the once. I’ve yet to turn down an article, just don’t use the N Bomb or libel another that can sue me. Send by e-mail ( please, label as “guest article” so I can find it easily later ). Payment will be your removal from my enemies list.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
scheduled panic
SCHEDULED PANIC
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As much as I hate the concept of ever so slowly accumulating crap to survive, as if six percent established oil production declines ( with a corresponding increase in new production at only about two percent, if that ) coupled with ever increasing population and the urbanization of farmland ( remember “Who will feed China?”? That book was written in the early 90’s, postulated that China would follow the path of the other Asian nations that industrialized and lose half of its farmland and need to import grain, and was pretty much spot on ) and extreme weather conditions ( Dust Bowls used to be regular events and are here again, but with a few more billon folks on the same planet ), all together don’t scream out at you, look you stupid ass jag off brain dead hump, the whole enchilada could fall apart any time now, still and all at some point you have to put off vital preparations.
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Every swinging dingus here is pretty much either poor or has a ball and chain sucking up all their money ( I’d wager 99% of the readers of Yuppie Survival sites are the same, but since they still buy into the “frac the Rockies or raise pond scum to magically replace the petroleum” fantasy, they think the collapse will wait long enough for the economy to recover [ what do you mean, we need an energy surplus to grow the economy? ], their college education to create a new job for them and their spouse to be transformed from a shoe shopping mall whore to a onboard prepper after watching a zombie movie, so they think being poor now isn’t any reason to get started ), you can’t do everything at once. As cheap as the preps I advocate are, you still can’t do it all immediately. So, today we present a scheduled panic list. Putting aside the extra money is up to you. I won’t ridicule you too badly, even if you make five times my wages and haven’t moved past a case of MRE’s, and I can support a wife, an ex-wife and my preps on minimum wage ( the writing wages are great, love you all very much for them, keep them up, but most months after buying books I only end up with about $100 extra. That isn’t prep money as much as “projects” money. I can prep just from my work paycheck. Also, I did the bulk of my preps prior to this blog paying me, so you have no excuse why you can’t do the same. I was prepping when my trailer rent took half my take home pay ).
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As I’ve bleated out in fear and panic and pure concern for my minions before, you must get your basics yesterday. Four hundred pounds of wheat, in buckets, with a grain grinder, is under two hundred bucks. A Russian Mosin-Nagant bolt action rifle. With four hundred rounds of ammo, is about two hundred bucks. A water filter replacement unit is $50. A set of thermal underwear, a wool blanket and a tarp is $50. You can prep for $500. Hell, the rifle even comes with bayonet so you don’t need a knife. You can throw in a few dollar store LED lights and some disposable batteries as a bonus. And then, every person extra in the family only costs about $200 additional. This is easy peasy. No need to buy an arsenal of $1500 plastic carbines. No need to buy a family unit of freeze dried food at $3k per year. No need to have a four wheel drive bug out vehicle to take you to a $250k retreat in a region populated by religious fanatics ( yes, Mormon dudes, I’m also including you. Hey, I admire you standing up to the feds way back before you caved and sucked up to become a state instead of fighting for independence, but come crunch time I’m sure you’ll start burning heretics such as myself ). This is your bare bones, better than nothing, easily affordable survival plan.
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Of course it isn’t optimal. You would like a lot more. Sidearm, more ammo, beans to add protein. Blah, blah. I’d like a bunker on top of a remote mountain, an arsenal of HK’s, chests of gold bullion and a harem of buxomly wenches. I won’t get that, because life sucks, thieves steal your wealth, and then you die. Welcome to reality. What you can have is the bare minimum of everything. I’d like a fifty acre farm in lush rolling well watered hills. Instead, I get scrub brush and a stockpile of grain. I just looked last week, and there is still damn good bargains in junk land. A lot in Elko county, out in the middle of no-where, was $1200. A lot in Arizona was selling for $50 a month payments. Anyone can still afford junk land. The trick to making this schedule is, “what can’t be improvised?”. You must buy what you can’t have any other way. If you live in the desert, you must stockpile a lot of grain ( because you can’t farm ). You can’t improvise guns and ammo ( you will be way over classed coming to a gun fight with a spear ). So, after your basic wheat and rifle, I would advise buying land. I don’t think squatting on public land is a great idea.
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I think for the one or three grand a piece of land costs you, that is darn cheap homeless insurance. You don’t have to worry about the price of gas in the future, or getting harassed by cops needing increased budgets, or a fedgov agency changing the rules on gold prospecting or temporarily occupying their vacant land. You are betting on the collapse not happening overnight by buying land. I think a sudden collapse is in the single digits of possibility. Enough that you need that $500 of basics, but not high enough to ignore homeless insurance. In other words, spend the money to be prepared for anything, but don’t put all your bets on low probability events occurring. You can improvise a shelter, but you can’t improvise a legal squat. Your land should be next. After that, I’d seek a non-petroleum shelter. One you can survive in without around the clock heat or air conditioning. Because petroleum products are a seriously endangered species, it is stupid to live in shelter that needs them. This can be as simple as a root cellar. Not something you want now, but able to work if that pesky collapse doesn’t adhere to your schedule. Hell, you can buy an Army surplus artic tent now for under a grand.
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Now all your basics are covered. Food, water, protection. A home not able to be touched by the bankers. And a shelter that keeps you alive if the grid fails. If you were careful, all that cost under three grand. Less than half what an ATV cost you. Or two FN-FAL’s without mags and ammo. After that, you can relax. All preps henceforth are just gravy, icing on the cake. Just remember, you are investing with paper currency to buy Petroleum Age affordable assets for a time when there are no dollars and no petroleum. You are essentially spending nearly free money to keep you alive. Three grand is barely above two months minimum wage. You won’t get this opportunity again. Just prioritize, starting with that which will never be available again. Taxpayer and petroleum subsidized grain, foreign government taxpayer subsidized military surplus, metal ore processed back when petroleum was cheap and ore was plentiful ( the aluminum in the trailer ), land made accessible through cheap petroleum roadway engineering. Baby Jesus is giving you a gift, don’t look that horse in the mouth.
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I just read “Another place to die” by Sam North. In my opinion, one of the overlooked and underrated pandemic books. It was written five years ago, so used copies are cheap even after shipping. It wasn’t really as much a message book ( other than, the best laid plans still go awry and love will replace our material world ), as just a damn fine piece of writing, with a super flu as a background. Seriously, just a book to enjoy for the craftsmanship of its author. Don’t read it for pointers during a collapse. You might get something from it, but mostly just an excellent author writing on a subject of interest.
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As much as I hate the concept of ever so slowly accumulating crap to survive, as if six percent established oil production declines ( with a corresponding increase in new production at only about two percent, if that ) coupled with ever increasing population and the urbanization of farmland ( remember “Who will feed China?”? That book was written in the early 90’s, postulated that China would follow the path of the other Asian nations that industrialized and lose half of its farmland and need to import grain, and was pretty much spot on ) and extreme weather conditions ( Dust Bowls used to be regular events and are here again, but with a few more billon folks on the same planet ), all together don’t scream out at you, look you stupid ass jag off brain dead hump, the whole enchilada could fall apart any time now, still and all at some point you have to put off vital preparations.
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Every swinging dingus here is pretty much either poor or has a ball and chain sucking up all their money ( I’d wager 99% of the readers of Yuppie Survival sites are the same, but since they still buy into the “frac the Rockies or raise pond scum to magically replace the petroleum” fantasy, they think the collapse will wait long enough for the economy to recover [ what do you mean, we need an energy surplus to grow the economy? ], their college education to create a new job for them and their spouse to be transformed from a shoe shopping mall whore to a onboard prepper after watching a zombie movie, so they think being poor now isn’t any reason to get started ), you can’t do everything at once. As cheap as the preps I advocate are, you still can’t do it all immediately. So, today we present a scheduled panic list. Putting aside the extra money is up to you. I won’t ridicule you too badly, even if you make five times my wages and haven’t moved past a case of MRE’s, and I can support a wife, an ex-wife and my preps on minimum wage ( the writing wages are great, love you all very much for them, keep them up, but most months after buying books I only end up with about $100 extra. That isn’t prep money as much as “projects” money. I can prep just from my work paycheck. Also, I did the bulk of my preps prior to this blog paying me, so you have no excuse why you can’t do the same. I was prepping when my trailer rent took half my take home pay ).
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As I’ve bleated out in fear and panic and pure concern for my minions before, you must get your basics yesterday. Four hundred pounds of wheat, in buckets, with a grain grinder, is under two hundred bucks. A Russian Mosin-Nagant bolt action rifle. With four hundred rounds of ammo, is about two hundred bucks. A water filter replacement unit is $50. A set of thermal underwear, a wool blanket and a tarp is $50. You can prep for $500. Hell, the rifle even comes with bayonet so you don’t need a knife. You can throw in a few dollar store LED lights and some disposable batteries as a bonus. And then, every person extra in the family only costs about $200 additional. This is easy peasy. No need to buy an arsenal of $1500 plastic carbines. No need to buy a family unit of freeze dried food at $3k per year. No need to have a four wheel drive bug out vehicle to take you to a $250k retreat in a region populated by religious fanatics ( yes, Mormon dudes, I’m also including you. Hey, I admire you standing up to the feds way back before you caved and sucked up to become a state instead of fighting for independence, but come crunch time I’m sure you’ll start burning heretics such as myself ). This is your bare bones, better than nothing, easily affordable survival plan.
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Of course it isn’t optimal. You would like a lot more. Sidearm, more ammo, beans to add protein. Blah, blah. I’d like a bunker on top of a remote mountain, an arsenal of HK’s, chests of gold bullion and a harem of buxomly wenches. I won’t get that, because life sucks, thieves steal your wealth, and then you die. Welcome to reality. What you can have is the bare minimum of everything. I’d like a fifty acre farm in lush rolling well watered hills. Instead, I get scrub brush and a stockpile of grain. I just looked last week, and there is still damn good bargains in junk land. A lot in Elko county, out in the middle of no-where, was $1200. A lot in Arizona was selling for $50 a month payments. Anyone can still afford junk land. The trick to making this schedule is, “what can’t be improvised?”. You must buy what you can’t have any other way. If you live in the desert, you must stockpile a lot of grain ( because you can’t farm ). You can’t improvise guns and ammo ( you will be way over classed coming to a gun fight with a spear ). So, after your basic wheat and rifle, I would advise buying land. I don’t think squatting on public land is a great idea.
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I think for the one or three grand a piece of land costs you, that is darn cheap homeless insurance. You don’t have to worry about the price of gas in the future, or getting harassed by cops needing increased budgets, or a fedgov agency changing the rules on gold prospecting or temporarily occupying their vacant land. You are betting on the collapse not happening overnight by buying land. I think a sudden collapse is in the single digits of possibility. Enough that you need that $500 of basics, but not high enough to ignore homeless insurance. In other words, spend the money to be prepared for anything, but don’t put all your bets on low probability events occurring. You can improvise a shelter, but you can’t improvise a legal squat. Your land should be next. After that, I’d seek a non-petroleum shelter. One you can survive in without around the clock heat or air conditioning. Because petroleum products are a seriously endangered species, it is stupid to live in shelter that needs them. This can be as simple as a root cellar. Not something you want now, but able to work if that pesky collapse doesn’t adhere to your schedule. Hell, you can buy an Army surplus artic tent now for under a grand.
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Now all your basics are covered. Food, water, protection. A home not able to be touched by the bankers. And a shelter that keeps you alive if the grid fails. If you were careful, all that cost under three grand. Less than half what an ATV cost you. Or two FN-FAL’s without mags and ammo. After that, you can relax. All preps henceforth are just gravy, icing on the cake. Just remember, you are investing with paper currency to buy Petroleum Age affordable assets for a time when there are no dollars and no petroleum. You are essentially spending nearly free money to keep you alive. Three grand is barely above two months minimum wage. You won’t get this opportunity again. Just prioritize, starting with that which will never be available again. Taxpayer and petroleum subsidized grain, foreign government taxpayer subsidized military surplus, metal ore processed back when petroleum was cheap and ore was plentiful ( the aluminum in the trailer ), land made accessible through cheap petroleum roadway engineering. Baby Jesus is giving you a gift, don’t look that horse in the mouth.
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I just read “Another place to die” by Sam North. In my opinion, one of the overlooked and underrated pandemic books. It was written five years ago, so used copies are cheap even after shipping. It wasn’t really as much a message book ( other than, the best laid plans still go awry and love will replace our material world ), as just a damn fine piece of writing, with a super flu as a background. Seriously, just a book to enjoy for the craftsmanship of its author. Don’t read it for pointers during a collapse. You might get something from it, but mostly just an excellent author writing on a subject of interest.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011
more bike musing
MORE BIKE MUSING
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Don’t think I can’t hear all the moaning and crying and heavy dramatic sighs going on here as you read this articles title. Ooooh, Jim, why must we hear about bicycles again? Why can’t you talk about how my favorite plastic carbine will be replenished by the Magical Logistics God so I can fire it forever and ever? Why can’t we talk about how my SUV will receive critical engine parts from collapsed undersea radioactive factories in Japan? Come onnnnnn! I want to talk about how my sheetrock and plaster quarter million dollar McMansion will be heated to a toasty 76 degrees long after the Saudi Arabian kingdom is a smoldering ruin occupied only by a few Bedouin tribes on camels. Silence, puny minions! You shall learn from all my wisdom on muscle powered conveyances, for you shall one day soon be forced to heave your quivering flabby frame onto a bike to get to your under minimum wage sweat shop job. At that time you shall shoot smoldering, evil looks of resentment and envy my way, blaming the messenger as if it is my friggin fault you didn’t pay attention earlier, go out and buy junk land for under the price of one ounce of gold, a few Russian bolt guns ( you know how I feel about them, but I do love the price ) with ammunition and buckets of wheat. And start to get in shape on a bike ( shut up about the kids! They love bikes, and they will love the fact that each gender group gets their own trailer away from mom and dad- the boys can while away the dark hours lighting farts and the girls can do whatever it is they do, I don’t know, have midnight tea parties or some such crap ).
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The sad and pathetic fact is that the collapse will not happen fast enough for most of you. You envision driving around in comfort one day, your concealed pistol safely and clandestinely hidden behind a big piece of hanging flab, going home to your trophy wife who won’t take the kids and leave you if you keep the room temperature mall level, buy her shoes every ten days, sign over your paycheck to her and only ask for your testicles back once a fiscal quarter ( you can look at them behind glass in their Mason jar, but you can’t touch them ), and the next day the Federal Reserve and federal government have magically disappeared and as your one megawatt generator keeps the freezer running, the air conditioner humming and the vehicle chrome deluxe automatic shiner charged up you can fight off zombies with your super deluxe plastic arsenal. WRONG!!!! You will sink deeper and deeper into debt, trying to keep your trophy wife happy ( which was proven by renowned scientists in rigid and unquestionable experiments to be physically impossible for even a millisecond ), losing hours and benefits if not the job itself. One by one your assets will be seized while you are still responsible for the balance of their debts. You will be ridding a bike to work, or to the unemployment office. Accept this fact now, or just shoot yourself after sending me all your liquid assets ( and, for the record, I have no problem accepting plastic carbines- I’ll sell them and use the proceeds for real rifles and some more wheat ).
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As you’ll remember, I had a beach cruiser bike ( no gears, brake by pedal ). In a year and a half, I sunk about three hundred bucks into that turd trying to keep it going. In the end, I gave up and went to a seven speed with pad brakes. Both are fat tires and fat frames for my dirt road driving. The reason I switched was that it was becoming impossible for the bike shop mechanic to find parts for the cruiser ( specifically, the innards of the pedal crank ). Parts for the geared bike were much easier to find. Alas, after another year and a half with the new bike, I’m not sure I made the greatest trade-off. Being American made, rather than from China, the bike is much better built and goes longer in between problems. But I’m not saving much money. The derailer and replacement cables ( I’m sure all the dirt acts to shorten parts lives ) cost $125. And after one year I had to replace a wheel. So I’ve got over an additional two hundred dollars into the new bike ( initial cost of cruiser, $100. Geared bike, $300 ).
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And here’s the thing. I still have to worry about flat tires. So I was starting to ponder another way of doing this bike thing. I don’t know if I will, as I’m trying to save money for next years “trailer into a covered pit” project, but I’m trying to maul it all over in my head. Would it be cheaper to go back to a beach cruiser? If I replaced it once a year, could I get away with letting all the little stuff go unattended? I’d have to replace the chain first thing, that only lasted about four hundred miles. But other than that, I could, possibly, ignore everything else. After all, the crank lasted past a year. I can’t remember if the rear wheel did or not, but most likely it did ( even if it doesn’t, I replaced the geared bikes rear wheel for $60 after only a year- you can’t have wobbly wheels with the brake pads- so even if it became impossible for the bike to last past nine months, I’m still ahead of the game ). And, I could put the solid no-flat tires on the bike. Yes, I know I don’t recommend them as they make the bike ride much rougher on washboard dirt roads ( less shock absorbing than the air in tubes ) which could break up parts of the bike.
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But, if I’m replacing the whole bike every nine to twelve months, would that matter? I’m not concerned with the cost of the solid tires. Even at $75 each, that is a bargain compared to the $28 it costs in labor and parts to replace one inflatable tube ( remember, I pay the mechanic as I have no heated work space to work on the bike ). In theory, if I’m right ( I still remember the fiasco of the earth tube trench, so I’m aware of the fallacy in some of my theories ), I spend $100 for a bike, $10 for a chain, $150 for two no-flat tires. After that, it is a mere $100 a year ( I’ll just ball park it from the experiences of our intrepid southwest correspondent Vlad and call the lifespan of the tires five years ) for half a decade. Right now, I’m spending an average of $250 a year for biking PLUS the tube cost ( I’ll be conservative and call it two a year for $50 extra ). Almost $30 a month ain’t bad at all, less than the cost of insuring a motor vehicle. But, I’d be much happier spending only $11 a month on this potential plan.
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And, as a bonus, you might save enough that you could buy one of those Chinese motors that assist the rider, cost under $200 and get about 200 miles to the gallon. Sure, they are junk, and I’d only buy it if you could get someone to work on them cheaply, but for us aging geezers, they might come in handy. Just beware they are disposables, not serious tools. But, hey, if it quits working on you half way home, you just pedal it the rest of the way. Compared to a moped, which you must walk home and push much more weight. At five times the cost. They might go a ways to convincing you to actually get a bike, also. They won’t be able to be fueled much longer, but it could be baby steps to get you off your car addiction ( note- when you are run over by a car, don’t blame me. Even walking on the shoulder, a drunk on a cell phone could veer off and smear you. There is no guaranteed safe transportation ).
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Don’t think I can’t hear all the moaning and crying and heavy dramatic sighs going on here as you read this articles title. Ooooh, Jim, why must we hear about bicycles again? Why can’t you talk about how my favorite plastic carbine will be replenished by the Magical Logistics God so I can fire it forever and ever? Why can’t we talk about how my SUV will receive critical engine parts from collapsed undersea radioactive factories in Japan? Come onnnnnn! I want to talk about how my sheetrock and plaster quarter million dollar McMansion will be heated to a toasty 76 degrees long after the Saudi Arabian kingdom is a smoldering ruin occupied only by a few Bedouin tribes on camels. Silence, puny minions! You shall learn from all my wisdom on muscle powered conveyances, for you shall one day soon be forced to heave your quivering flabby frame onto a bike to get to your under minimum wage sweat shop job. At that time you shall shoot smoldering, evil looks of resentment and envy my way, blaming the messenger as if it is my friggin fault you didn’t pay attention earlier, go out and buy junk land for under the price of one ounce of gold, a few Russian bolt guns ( you know how I feel about them, but I do love the price ) with ammunition and buckets of wheat. And start to get in shape on a bike ( shut up about the kids! They love bikes, and they will love the fact that each gender group gets their own trailer away from mom and dad- the boys can while away the dark hours lighting farts and the girls can do whatever it is they do, I don’t know, have midnight tea parties or some such crap ).
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The sad and pathetic fact is that the collapse will not happen fast enough for most of you. You envision driving around in comfort one day, your concealed pistol safely and clandestinely hidden behind a big piece of hanging flab, going home to your trophy wife who won’t take the kids and leave you if you keep the room temperature mall level, buy her shoes every ten days, sign over your paycheck to her and only ask for your testicles back once a fiscal quarter ( you can look at them behind glass in their Mason jar, but you can’t touch them ), and the next day the Federal Reserve and federal government have magically disappeared and as your one megawatt generator keeps the freezer running, the air conditioner humming and the vehicle chrome deluxe automatic shiner charged up you can fight off zombies with your super deluxe plastic arsenal. WRONG!!!! You will sink deeper and deeper into debt, trying to keep your trophy wife happy ( which was proven by renowned scientists in rigid and unquestionable experiments to be physically impossible for even a millisecond ), losing hours and benefits if not the job itself. One by one your assets will be seized while you are still responsible for the balance of their debts. You will be ridding a bike to work, or to the unemployment office. Accept this fact now, or just shoot yourself after sending me all your liquid assets ( and, for the record, I have no problem accepting plastic carbines- I’ll sell them and use the proceeds for real rifles and some more wheat ).
*
As you’ll remember, I had a beach cruiser bike ( no gears, brake by pedal ). In a year and a half, I sunk about three hundred bucks into that turd trying to keep it going. In the end, I gave up and went to a seven speed with pad brakes. Both are fat tires and fat frames for my dirt road driving. The reason I switched was that it was becoming impossible for the bike shop mechanic to find parts for the cruiser ( specifically, the innards of the pedal crank ). Parts for the geared bike were much easier to find. Alas, after another year and a half with the new bike, I’m not sure I made the greatest trade-off. Being American made, rather than from China, the bike is much better built and goes longer in between problems. But I’m not saving much money. The derailer and replacement cables ( I’m sure all the dirt acts to shorten parts lives ) cost $125. And after one year I had to replace a wheel. So I’ve got over an additional two hundred dollars into the new bike ( initial cost of cruiser, $100. Geared bike, $300 ).
*
And here’s the thing. I still have to worry about flat tires. So I was starting to ponder another way of doing this bike thing. I don’t know if I will, as I’m trying to save money for next years “trailer into a covered pit” project, but I’m trying to maul it all over in my head. Would it be cheaper to go back to a beach cruiser? If I replaced it once a year, could I get away with letting all the little stuff go unattended? I’d have to replace the chain first thing, that only lasted about four hundred miles. But other than that, I could, possibly, ignore everything else. After all, the crank lasted past a year. I can’t remember if the rear wheel did or not, but most likely it did ( even if it doesn’t, I replaced the geared bikes rear wheel for $60 after only a year- you can’t have wobbly wheels with the brake pads- so even if it became impossible for the bike to last past nine months, I’m still ahead of the game ). And, I could put the solid no-flat tires on the bike. Yes, I know I don’t recommend them as they make the bike ride much rougher on washboard dirt roads ( less shock absorbing than the air in tubes ) which could break up parts of the bike.
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But, if I’m replacing the whole bike every nine to twelve months, would that matter? I’m not concerned with the cost of the solid tires. Even at $75 each, that is a bargain compared to the $28 it costs in labor and parts to replace one inflatable tube ( remember, I pay the mechanic as I have no heated work space to work on the bike ). In theory, if I’m right ( I still remember the fiasco of the earth tube trench, so I’m aware of the fallacy in some of my theories ), I spend $100 for a bike, $10 for a chain, $150 for two no-flat tires. After that, it is a mere $100 a year ( I’ll just ball park it from the experiences of our intrepid southwest correspondent Vlad and call the lifespan of the tires five years ) for half a decade. Right now, I’m spending an average of $250 a year for biking PLUS the tube cost ( I’ll be conservative and call it two a year for $50 extra ). Almost $30 a month ain’t bad at all, less than the cost of insuring a motor vehicle. But, I’d be much happier spending only $11 a month on this potential plan.
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And, as a bonus, you might save enough that you could buy one of those Chinese motors that assist the rider, cost under $200 and get about 200 miles to the gallon. Sure, they are junk, and I’d only buy it if you could get someone to work on them cheaply, but for us aging geezers, they might come in handy. Just beware they are disposables, not serious tools. But, hey, if it quits working on you half way home, you just pedal it the rest of the way. Compared to a moped, which you must walk home and push much more weight. At five times the cost. They might go a ways to convincing you to actually get a bike, also. They won’t be able to be fueled much longer, but it could be baby steps to get you off your car addiction ( note- when you are run over by a car, don’t blame me. Even walking on the shoulder, a drunk on a cell phone could veer off and smear you. There is no guaranteed safe transportation ).
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short notice
SHORT NOTICE
A short note ( my regular article will post soon ), the guest article writing that gets voted on, the Safecastle Contest, has an official change in rules/winnings. I don't think any of us care. You win, its just gravy. You lose, fellow minions still bask in the glow of your writing. But, here it is.
http://safecastle.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-safecastle-freedom-awards-new.htmlVic
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Also, not related to the above, the folks at ammo dot net wanted to send me some ammo for review, bless their hearts. Alas, I wouldn't do that much justice. I'm just happy they donate to worthy causes for each order you place. That alone is worth a shout out. I'll get around to putting it on my web site one day.
Rifle Ammo
http://ammo.net/rifle
A short note ( my regular article will post soon ), the guest article writing that gets voted on, the Safecastle Contest, has an official change in rules/winnings. I don't think any of us care. You win, its just gravy. You lose, fellow minions still bask in the glow of your writing. But, here it is.
http://safecastle.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-safecastle-freedom-awards-new.htmlVic
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Also, not related to the above, the folks at ammo dot net wanted to send me some ammo for review, bless their hearts. Alas, I wouldn't do that much justice. I'm just happy they donate to worthy causes for each order you place. That alone is worth a shout out. I'll get around to putting it on my web site one day.
Rifle Ammo
http://ammo.net/rifle
Monday, September 26, 2011
guest article
GUEST ARTICLE
I have absolutely no idea of what to make of this. Enjoy. PS-my regular article posted earlier.
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His Country, Hoss
by D. Ritchey
1.
I was almost out of supplies. I pulled off the interstate when I saw the giant sign for Stall Mart. The lot was half a mile deep, after the tacos and sneakers. There was a large jeep in front of me. It was moving too slow.
“Come on, come on!”, I yelled, punching the horn. I was new and had not learned humility. The driver, he slowed down more, glaring murder at me in his sideview. I looked over his truck, saw the stickers, stickers for auto parts, military organizations, racing cars. I saw “88”. I saw, “My Daughter Is Serving In The U.S. Army”, and “Proud Parent Of An Army Daughter”.
I pulled up beside him in the outer ring. “Your daughter is turning tricks in the bunker at El Ramiyeh,” I told him.
He punched me in the face. My legs crumpled, I heard cracking bone, echoing inside my head. I daubed the blood with my bandanna. I go down quick, I recover quick.
He screamed, “Yer runnin’ down my country, hoss!” He was standing over me; he thought he was holding Excalibur or something, and I was at his mercy. He stood there, opening and closing his fists, waiting.
“You’ll learn,” I said, walking away. “You’ll find out the hard way.”
Inside the Stall Mart I found peanut butter, Swede crackers, shave cream, razors, foil, the things a rubber tramp needs. I wandered around, having plenty of time. It was a goddamn C5 hangar for Chinese crap. (Lords, have mercy on our land!) It could hold four or five. I got in line. It moved slowly. Nobody cared. Everybody was somewhere else. The line crawled forward like a starving worm. Finally I came near the checkout. The woman in front of me said to the checkout guy: “In Europe, we use string bags.”
The checkout guy said, “Well, this ain’t Europe, bitch. This is the Kwa.”
I paid and came back out. The big red jeep was gone. A big dent was in my driver’s door. “There is a way out,” I thought to myself.
Six months later I received a letter from him.
Dear Sir:
You were absolutely right. My daughter returned from her third tour in the M.E. I found $183,246 in cash, in small bills, in a duffel under her bed. I guess she thought I wouldn’t see it because it is camo.
Real sorry I wailed on ya.
Peace,
Bud.
You might think I felt satisfaction from that, but I did not. I am a sensitive fellow, you see. I play tough because my sensitivity embarrases me. I’m really a puppy dog. Pick me up, I’ll lick your hand. So the letter disturbed me. It indicated a deep malaise in our society. I couldn’t stand it. Where was the singularity, the becoming, the transcendence? Why is the world an open sore? Why am I living in an ’83 Sonoma with no cap?
Over the next few nights I couldn’t sleep. I want the world to get along, I want it to get love and stay love. I want women and wine and laughter. But of course there was nothing I could do if Bud’s daughter was turning tricks in a combat zone. A few months later I received another letter from Bud.
Dear Sir:
I regret to report that my daughter was murdered last week. The crazy animal guy she was going out with, he tracked her down. He left a note nailed to her sayin’ he didn’t get his money’s worth.
Now what am I gonna do with all this cash?
Peace,
Bud.
I wrote back:
Dear Bud:
That is blood kin money. It is holy, and must be used in healing ways. We must buy land, my friend. We must get back to the land. Industrial society is crumbling. It is finished. We must get out and start over.
Peace.
Bud wrote me back:
Dear Sir:
What kind o’ faggot idea is that? Now, if you wanna kick some ass, I’m all for it. But I ain’t gonna cut ‘n run to no goddamn faggot hippie farm.
Peace,
Bud.
To which I responded with:
Dear Bud:
You asked me what to do with all that cash. Now, do you want to continue the Stall Mart way, or do you want something more? Think about it, my friend. I’m wide open to you ideas...
Peace.
I trailed off with that ellipsis as I took another hit of Six Rivers Godzilla. I watched the smoke roil up blue and moss, roll and boil up into a lovely topaz haze along the ceiling, hungry for the sky, where the Green Lady watches over us. I didn’t finish the line regarding his ideas. I’m sure I didn’t sign the letter. I remember mailing it, licking the flap of the envelope until all the glue was gone, thinking about Gloria, my ex.
A few days later Bud replied:
Dear Sir:
My idea to do with the money is we should start “a farm,” all right, but you know, with a special!! kind of crop. You know what I’m sayin', hoss?
Peace,
Bud.
P.S. You owe me 45¢ for a stamp
I set the letter down, wondering, first, why we didn’t talk on the phone. This ancient form of communication, the missive, was working. Why? Before I could answer myself, my front door caved in, wham!, wham!, crack! In burst four guys in black, with shotguns and machine guns, who fell on me. They punched me silly and cuffed me and hauled me away. The charge: illegal possession of a controlled substance.
I sobered damn quick in the back of that squad car, let me tell you. The love was fading. I could not feel the love. And where was the singularity? I don’t feel that, either. Thinking all this as I was trying to figure out who had snitched on me. My neighbors were cool, my landlord was cool. So far as I knew, Bud was cool. I was about to find out exactly how cool...
We had just passed the light at Henderson and Vine when a large vehicle flashed into the path of the cruiser. Shocked, I watched through the cage as the reddish vehicle balled down, piloted to crash us. Between the shaved skulls of the two officers in the front, I watched the red off-road vehicle growing larger, larger. It was all slow motion. You know how it is. Life, about to end, slows down.
Then, CRAAAACK!, loud as a blast, metal collapsing, glass imploding, the cruiser spinning... It reminded me of that moment when Bud’s fist slammed into my head in the Stall Mart lot... Bud! Yeah, hell yeah!—it was Bud’s vehicle slamming the fuzz car! The cruiser swung around, knocked off its axis of travel. My head bounced off the cage. Then we were still. The officers in front weren’t moving. I was looking at them through watery eyes. We were at a crazy angle. Then Bud loomed up, huge and hairy, his face red. He yanked open the driver’s door and snapped the lock button. He opened my door and hauled me out.
“You okay, pardner?” he asked, looking medically into my eyes.
“Yeah... okay,” I muttered. I just remember the sky, and a few cars passing slowly, and the vehicles there all askew along the road, and the smells of destruction: engine coolant, petrol, electrical fires, hot rubber...
Bud rifled the cops. “Here.... yeah,” he said, fitting the key into my cuffs. My hands came free. I was free. He whipped around, cuffed the unconscious cop to the wheel. He was an operator.
“Move, move, we gotta move!” he was yelling, his voice from far away. He was looking wildly around. We were hunted animals. In the distance sirens were rising. I was wobbling like a busted radio tower, wobbling towards his jeep. “Get on it!, get on it!” he was yelling. I saw him stripping the cops of belts, pistols, radios. He heaved them into the back of Big Red. Still drunken-like I stumbled before him as he shoved me along like a shepherd dog. I remember falling into the front seat. I remember him stomping brutally on the accelerator. Then we were rocketing away, bouncing down a wash into the forest.
2.
Dawn, and birdsong. My eyes opened on green light, a green I didn’t understand at first. A spike pain from the back of my skull. The picture swam, then steadied. Coming out of a wounded dream, deep sleep. Gradually the green identified itself as leaves, a great canopy of green, hissing in the wind. Instantly a sense of peace and refuge came on me. I was on a seat, the back seat of a vehicle. I struggled up. Bud was crouched over a fire. I looked in a mirror, the eye of Big Red, maybe looking back in time. My own eye was swollen like an egg. Like a cripple, I unwound and stepped out.
Bud had twelve squirrels roasting on a spit. “Welcome
come back, partner.”
“Why’d you do it? Why’d you rescue me”?
“Time for a change,” he answered, slicing a shank off. He tasted it, nodded. “You remember that cop on the passenger side?”
I nodded.
“He’s the one murdered my daughter.” He tossed a porn magazine into the fire. “I took this from his jacket.”
My mouth dropped. “Are you sure?”
“She wrote about him in her diary. She wrote that he swore he’d get her.”
“This is like trailer trash,” I said.
“We are trailer trash,” Bud said.
I said nothing, but I thought, “Good riddance.” And what was I?
“Here, outlaw,” Bud said, offering a spit, upon which was a row of shrivelled rodents. He had left their heads on. Their eyes were popped, half exploded, like popcorn. They were staring at me. I bit into one. It was quite tasty.
“You kill them?” I asked, nodding towards the city.
In reply he pointed in another direction. “Don’t know about that,” he said.
The wind was in the trees, stirring clean and cool. I inhaled deeply, feeling it cleansing me. Bud looked at me. “That eye’s gonna be a plum a few days. It’ll go down.” He stripped the bones, tossed them, reached for another. How is it?”
“Not bad,” I answered truthfully, as I chewed. I dislike deception anyway. It isn’t natural to my character. I noticed he was wearing one of the police pistols. “What’s next?”
He didn’t answer right away. I sensed his wheels turning. I watched from the corner of my eye, watched him slowly chewing. What’s next? He didn’t know. Neither did I. But I had an answer for right now: keep moving. Don’t stop for a long time. Maybe that would work, but it didn’t change us. We were minnows, hiding in the reefs that gave us shelter, but the currents were stronger there, and tossed us around. We had flopped out. Now what? The only thing I knew for sure at that point was we could never go back. They’d kill us. We’d never make it to trial. That’s the way it is.
I looked into the distance, and said to Bud, “If we’re going to do this, we need women. Where’s your wife?”
“Ran off with the sheriff.”
I looked at him. He wasn’t the same guy who’d busted my head in the Stall Mart lot. I guess the murder of a family member will change you. Discussion over for now. Bud went back to the squirrels. He was on the tenth.
“We can raid the St. Agnes School,” I said. “The private girls’ school over in Bushrod. They got plenty of girls. Some of 'em are dyin’ in there. They’d go willingly.”
“You better get another while you can,” Bud said, extending the spit. Two left. I took one, he the other. He yanked it in two, wolfed it down, gaw, gaw, like a dog eating entrails. Then I finished up. Not bad, not bad at all.
Damn, it was nice here. I stretched to get my blood circulating, and looked at the clouds. Blue sky, birds singing, miles and miles of canopy, boiling rich green to the horizons. This was peace. This was a land for men and women. I lay down on the leaves. Before I could stop myself, I was asleep.
Night was on us when I woke. The fire was in a pit now, a Dakota hole, the tips of the flames barely showing. Bud was watching me.
“Welcome back, partner,” he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. I thought the fire a bad idea now, but he was at ease.
“Now what?”, I asked, snaking up to the fire. The light and heat were holy. To be in the woods at night without a fire is creepy, unless you’re cocked and locked with a 12, loaded with four or zero zero. Still, I thought it would give us away. I was nervous. I wanted to move out.
“That’s a good question,” he replied.
“You got the cash?”
He paused from sharpening his knife, pointed it at Big Red.
“Then we’ve got energy,” I said. “We’ve got juice.”
“Indeed we do, partner. Indeed we do.”
“So let’s go start that farm,” I said. “It’s your country, hoss.”
He nodded.
We were good.
THE END.
I have absolutely no idea of what to make of this. Enjoy. PS-my regular article posted earlier.
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His Country, Hoss
by D. Ritchey
1.
I was almost out of supplies. I pulled off the interstate when I saw the giant sign for Stall Mart. The lot was half a mile deep, after the tacos and sneakers. There was a large jeep in front of me. It was moving too slow.
“Come on, come on!”, I yelled, punching the horn. I was new and had not learned humility. The driver, he slowed down more, glaring murder at me in his sideview. I looked over his truck, saw the stickers, stickers for auto parts, military organizations, racing cars. I saw “88”. I saw, “My Daughter Is Serving In The U.S. Army”, and “Proud Parent Of An Army Daughter”.
I pulled up beside him in the outer ring. “Your daughter is turning tricks in the bunker at El Ramiyeh,” I told him.
He punched me in the face. My legs crumpled, I heard cracking bone, echoing inside my head. I daubed the blood with my bandanna. I go down quick, I recover quick.
He screamed, “Yer runnin’ down my country, hoss!” He was standing over me; he thought he was holding Excalibur or something, and I was at his mercy. He stood there, opening and closing his fists, waiting.
“You’ll learn,” I said, walking away. “You’ll find out the hard way.”
Inside the Stall Mart I found peanut butter, Swede crackers, shave cream, razors, foil, the things a rubber tramp needs. I wandered around, having plenty of time. It was a goddamn C5 hangar for Chinese crap. (Lords, have mercy on our land!) It could hold four or five. I got in line. It moved slowly. Nobody cared. Everybody was somewhere else. The line crawled forward like a starving worm. Finally I came near the checkout. The woman in front of me said to the checkout guy: “In Europe, we use string bags.”
The checkout guy said, “Well, this ain’t Europe, bitch. This is the Kwa.”
I paid and came back out. The big red jeep was gone. A big dent was in my driver’s door. “There is a way out,” I thought to myself.
Six months later I received a letter from him.
Dear Sir:
You were absolutely right. My daughter returned from her third tour in the M.E. I found $183,246 in cash, in small bills, in a duffel under her bed. I guess she thought I wouldn’t see it because it is camo.
Real sorry I wailed on ya.
Peace,
Bud.
You might think I felt satisfaction from that, but I did not. I am a sensitive fellow, you see. I play tough because my sensitivity embarrases me. I’m really a puppy dog. Pick me up, I’ll lick your hand. So the letter disturbed me. It indicated a deep malaise in our society. I couldn’t stand it. Where was the singularity, the becoming, the transcendence? Why is the world an open sore? Why am I living in an ’83 Sonoma with no cap?
Over the next few nights I couldn’t sleep. I want the world to get along, I want it to get love and stay love. I want women and wine and laughter. But of course there was nothing I could do if Bud’s daughter was turning tricks in a combat zone. A few months later I received another letter from Bud.
Dear Sir:
I regret to report that my daughter was murdered last week. The crazy animal guy she was going out with, he tracked her down. He left a note nailed to her sayin’ he didn’t get his money’s worth.
Now what am I gonna do with all this cash?
Peace,
Bud.
I wrote back:
Dear Bud:
That is blood kin money. It is holy, and must be used in healing ways. We must buy land, my friend. We must get back to the land. Industrial society is crumbling. It is finished. We must get out and start over.
Peace.
Bud wrote me back:
Dear Sir:
What kind o’ faggot idea is that? Now, if you wanna kick some ass, I’m all for it. But I ain’t gonna cut ‘n run to no goddamn faggot hippie farm.
Peace,
Bud.
To which I responded with:
Dear Bud:
You asked me what to do with all that cash. Now, do you want to continue the Stall Mart way, or do you want something more? Think about it, my friend. I’m wide open to you ideas...
Peace.
I trailed off with that ellipsis as I took another hit of Six Rivers Godzilla. I watched the smoke roil up blue and moss, roll and boil up into a lovely topaz haze along the ceiling, hungry for the sky, where the Green Lady watches over us. I didn’t finish the line regarding his ideas. I’m sure I didn’t sign the letter. I remember mailing it, licking the flap of the envelope until all the glue was gone, thinking about Gloria, my ex.
A few days later Bud replied:
Dear Sir:
My idea to do with the money is we should start “a farm,” all right, but you know, with a special!! kind of crop. You know what I’m sayin', hoss?
Peace,
Bud.
P.S. You owe me 45¢ for a stamp
I set the letter down, wondering, first, why we didn’t talk on the phone. This ancient form of communication, the missive, was working. Why? Before I could answer myself, my front door caved in, wham!, wham!, crack! In burst four guys in black, with shotguns and machine guns, who fell on me. They punched me silly and cuffed me and hauled me away. The charge: illegal possession of a controlled substance.
I sobered damn quick in the back of that squad car, let me tell you. The love was fading. I could not feel the love. And where was the singularity? I don’t feel that, either. Thinking all this as I was trying to figure out who had snitched on me. My neighbors were cool, my landlord was cool. So far as I knew, Bud was cool. I was about to find out exactly how cool...
We had just passed the light at Henderson and Vine when a large vehicle flashed into the path of the cruiser. Shocked, I watched through the cage as the reddish vehicle balled down, piloted to crash us. Between the shaved skulls of the two officers in the front, I watched the red off-road vehicle growing larger, larger. It was all slow motion. You know how it is. Life, about to end, slows down.
Then, CRAAAACK!, loud as a blast, metal collapsing, glass imploding, the cruiser spinning... It reminded me of that moment when Bud’s fist slammed into my head in the Stall Mart lot... Bud! Yeah, hell yeah!—it was Bud’s vehicle slamming the fuzz car! The cruiser swung around, knocked off its axis of travel. My head bounced off the cage. Then we were still. The officers in front weren’t moving. I was looking at them through watery eyes. We were at a crazy angle. Then Bud loomed up, huge and hairy, his face red. He yanked open the driver’s door and snapped the lock button. He opened my door and hauled me out.
“You okay, pardner?” he asked, looking medically into my eyes.
“Yeah... okay,” I muttered. I just remember the sky, and a few cars passing slowly, and the vehicles there all askew along the road, and the smells of destruction: engine coolant, petrol, electrical fires, hot rubber...
Bud rifled the cops. “Here.... yeah,” he said, fitting the key into my cuffs. My hands came free. I was free. He whipped around, cuffed the unconscious cop to the wheel. He was an operator.
“Move, move, we gotta move!” he was yelling, his voice from far away. He was looking wildly around. We were hunted animals. In the distance sirens were rising. I was wobbling like a busted radio tower, wobbling towards his jeep. “Get on it!, get on it!” he was yelling. I saw him stripping the cops of belts, pistols, radios. He heaved them into the back of Big Red. Still drunken-like I stumbled before him as he shoved me along like a shepherd dog. I remember falling into the front seat. I remember him stomping brutally on the accelerator. Then we were rocketing away, bouncing down a wash into the forest.
2.
Dawn, and birdsong. My eyes opened on green light, a green I didn’t understand at first. A spike pain from the back of my skull. The picture swam, then steadied. Coming out of a wounded dream, deep sleep. Gradually the green identified itself as leaves, a great canopy of green, hissing in the wind. Instantly a sense of peace and refuge came on me. I was on a seat, the back seat of a vehicle. I struggled up. Bud was crouched over a fire. I looked in a mirror, the eye of Big Red, maybe looking back in time. My own eye was swollen like an egg. Like a cripple, I unwound and stepped out.
Bud had twelve squirrels roasting on a spit. “Welcome
come back, partner.”
“Why’d you do it? Why’d you rescue me”?
“Time for a change,” he answered, slicing a shank off. He tasted it, nodded. “You remember that cop on the passenger side?”
I nodded.
“He’s the one murdered my daughter.” He tossed a porn magazine into the fire. “I took this from his jacket.”
My mouth dropped. “Are you sure?”
“She wrote about him in her diary. She wrote that he swore he’d get her.”
“This is like trailer trash,” I said.
“We are trailer trash,” Bud said.
I said nothing, but I thought, “Good riddance.” And what was I?
“Here, outlaw,” Bud said, offering a spit, upon which was a row of shrivelled rodents. He had left their heads on. Their eyes were popped, half exploded, like popcorn. They were staring at me. I bit into one. It was quite tasty.
“You kill them?” I asked, nodding towards the city.
In reply he pointed in another direction. “Don’t know about that,” he said.
The wind was in the trees, stirring clean and cool. I inhaled deeply, feeling it cleansing me. Bud looked at me. “That eye’s gonna be a plum a few days. It’ll go down.” He stripped the bones, tossed them, reached for another. How is it?”
“Not bad,” I answered truthfully, as I chewed. I dislike deception anyway. It isn’t natural to my character. I noticed he was wearing one of the police pistols. “What’s next?”
He didn’t answer right away. I sensed his wheels turning. I watched from the corner of my eye, watched him slowly chewing. What’s next? He didn’t know. Neither did I. But I had an answer for right now: keep moving. Don’t stop for a long time. Maybe that would work, but it didn’t change us. We were minnows, hiding in the reefs that gave us shelter, but the currents were stronger there, and tossed us around. We had flopped out. Now what? The only thing I knew for sure at that point was we could never go back. They’d kill us. We’d never make it to trial. That’s the way it is.
I looked into the distance, and said to Bud, “If we’re going to do this, we need women. Where’s your wife?”
“Ran off with the sheriff.”
I looked at him. He wasn’t the same guy who’d busted my head in the Stall Mart lot. I guess the murder of a family member will change you. Discussion over for now. Bud went back to the squirrels. He was on the tenth.
“We can raid the St. Agnes School,” I said. “The private girls’ school over in Bushrod. They got plenty of girls. Some of 'em are dyin’ in there. They’d go willingly.”
“You better get another while you can,” Bud said, extending the spit. Two left. I took one, he the other. He yanked it in two, wolfed it down, gaw, gaw, like a dog eating entrails. Then I finished up. Not bad, not bad at all.
Damn, it was nice here. I stretched to get my blood circulating, and looked at the clouds. Blue sky, birds singing, miles and miles of canopy, boiling rich green to the horizons. This was peace. This was a land for men and women. I lay down on the leaves. Before I could stop myself, I was asleep.
Night was on us when I woke. The fire was in a pit now, a Dakota hole, the tips of the flames barely showing. Bud was watching me.
“Welcome back, partner,” he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. I thought the fire a bad idea now, but he was at ease.
“Now what?”, I asked, snaking up to the fire. The light and heat were holy. To be in the woods at night without a fire is creepy, unless you’re cocked and locked with a 12, loaded with four or zero zero. Still, I thought it would give us away. I was nervous. I wanted to move out.
“That’s a good question,” he replied.
“You got the cash?”
He paused from sharpening his knife, pointed it at Big Red.
“Then we’ve got energy,” I said. “We’ve got juice.”
“Indeed we do, partner. Indeed we do.”
“So let’s go start that farm,” I said. “It’s your country, hoss.”
He nodded.
We were good.
THE END.
sausagefest
SAUSAGE FEST
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Do you ever go to Octoberfest? Beer and other German delicacies with, if you are lucky, buxomly wenches serving said items, loud and boisterous cheery music and what not. The Germans, despite being a bit anal about some things, have their priorities right when it comes to enjoying themselves. Sausagefest is no where near as fun, nor is it at all related to brat and beer. Sausages, being another gentle euphemism for the male reproductive member, usually employed in mixed company so as to scandalize the fairer sex but not embarrass them to such a degree that they are forced to overreact, and then the “fest” component implying a celebration thereof of said appendage, added together to get a derogatory term. When, say for instance, a group of dorks are hanging around discussing the various aspects of a comic book hero, a real macho manly man would declare their assemblage as “a sausagefest”. Translated, those gays want to poke each other up the ass. Real men don’t like gays, nor do they pretend to be at all tolerant. Now, I’m not declaring myself all studly and macho, but I do share a revulsion for the sexual behavior of homosexuals and so do on occasion make fun of them and make non-politically correct remarks. But, I also know that being gay is kind of like being Jewish. It is kind of hard to tell at a glance, so it is also hard to be too intolerant. In short, I make fun but it is all in good fun. I mean, what do they expect? They take it up the ass! You’ve got to expect a certain amount of disbelief from others when your turn-ons include hairy butt cheeks and fecal smeared orifices. Here is a good joke. After hearing it, I spent, literally, days being alternately repulsed and peeing myself laughing. What do you get after gay sex? Sploop ( SPerm, bLood and poOP ).
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Nation Pravda Radio was recently on a sausagefest. Since the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy in the military was repealed, NPR has been on an orgasmic bout of reporting. They keep their voice all level and professional, but I can just imagine how the talk is around the water cooler. “Oh, Herman, my dreamy Queen, Oh My God!!! Those pesky Generals are finally letting our boys serve in the military. I’m just sooooo proud, I could burst! We can now be fully represented, and are now able to be equally maimed and killed!” You dumb ass!!! Don’t you guys realize you were getting rewarded for taking it up the backdoor? Serve in the military, good pay, good education ( okay, not really, but I threw that in there to talk this up more ), and when a war comes along that might be too dangerous, you just unzip, flop out your dingus at the Sarge, and get discharged! Hell, I tried a lot of different things to get an Early Out my second tour, but I never considered acting gay. Usually, for someone to pass that profound behavioral boundary, they are legitimate 99% of the time. But, my displeasure isn’t with the carpet lickers, pillow biters, butt pirates or plastic penile pumpers looking a gift horse in the mouth. No, what upsets me is that this is all a contrived news story. Look, the military was usually in the forefront ( after a certain period of time ) of being politically correct. You know, treat everyone fairly even if they were inferior. Don’t discriminate. Can’t we all just get along, that kind of horsecrap. Yet, they always discriminated against gays. The official explanation was that if the Commies found out you were gay, they could blackmail you and you would give them State Secrets. Total, BS, but there it was. Yet, it took them twenty years after the fall of the Soviet Union to do away with this policy? Something smells on this one, and it ain’t sploop.
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Okay, my earlier plea for proclamations of love and validation from my minions. Honestly, I really thought I was churning out worthless crap. You should know me by now, I don’t usually need cheerleading to continue swimming against the tide. I guess I was just going through a more negative mental state than usual and I was unable to see my usual brilliance in my recent writing. So, thanks for being patient and playing along. I really don’t think my fiction would have been tolerable. A few things I did notice, like some of you STILL not paying attention. Such as, the one minion stating that I wrote just on weekdays. Hello? I’ve included weekend articles for the last eight months, ever since I got my generator ( a lot of winter cloudy days ). Another saying I didn’t ever include a sausagefest on plastic guns. Hello? I just got done saying, more than once, the AR-15, one of the worst pieces of crap of all time in assault carbines, makes a decent mid range sniper rifle. It has no recoil, so you have excellent follow up shots, plus you never flinch. It is decently priced. You can get replacements in the field all day long. It does the one thing that has recently become more and more important in survival guns, its accuracy means you need far less ammo stockpiled. Now, if you turn it into an assault weapon, it turns to one of the worst choices available. How much more of an endorsement do you want? I refuse to condone Spray And Pray tactics, but I do give the devil his due and recommend it as a bushwacker tool. Personally, I’d buy two single shot break-open rifles in 223 before I bought one AR, but if you already have one it is a great survival gun AS LONG AS YOU turn it into a sniper weapon ( buy several $50 mil-dot scopes rather than one very expensive scope- they are easily damaged and must be replaced ).
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Do you ever go to Octoberfest? Beer and other German delicacies with, if you are lucky, buxomly wenches serving said items, loud and boisterous cheery music and what not. The Germans, despite being a bit anal about some things, have their priorities right when it comes to enjoying themselves. Sausagefest is no where near as fun, nor is it at all related to brat and beer. Sausages, being another gentle euphemism for the male reproductive member, usually employed in mixed company so as to scandalize the fairer sex but not embarrass them to such a degree that they are forced to overreact, and then the “fest” component implying a celebration thereof of said appendage, added together to get a derogatory term. When, say for instance, a group of dorks are hanging around discussing the various aspects of a comic book hero, a real macho manly man would declare their assemblage as “a sausagefest”. Translated, those gays want to poke each other up the ass. Real men don’t like gays, nor do they pretend to be at all tolerant. Now, I’m not declaring myself all studly and macho, but I do share a revulsion for the sexual behavior of homosexuals and so do on occasion make fun of them and make non-politically correct remarks. But, I also know that being gay is kind of like being Jewish. It is kind of hard to tell at a glance, so it is also hard to be too intolerant. In short, I make fun but it is all in good fun. I mean, what do they expect? They take it up the ass! You’ve got to expect a certain amount of disbelief from others when your turn-ons include hairy butt cheeks and fecal smeared orifices. Here is a good joke. After hearing it, I spent, literally, days being alternately repulsed and peeing myself laughing. What do you get after gay sex? Sploop ( SPerm, bLood and poOP ).
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Nation Pravda Radio was recently on a sausagefest. Since the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy in the military was repealed, NPR has been on an orgasmic bout of reporting. They keep their voice all level and professional, but I can just imagine how the talk is around the water cooler. “Oh, Herman, my dreamy Queen, Oh My God!!! Those pesky Generals are finally letting our boys serve in the military. I’m just sooooo proud, I could burst! We can now be fully represented, and are now able to be equally maimed and killed!” You dumb ass!!! Don’t you guys realize you were getting rewarded for taking it up the backdoor? Serve in the military, good pay, good education ( okay, not really, but I threw that in there to talk this up more ), and when a war comes along that might be too dangerous, you just unzip, flop out your dingus at the Sarge, and get discharged! Hell, I tried a lot of different things to get an Early Out my second tour, but I never considered acting gay. Usually, for someone to pass that profound behavioral boundary, they are legitimate 99% of the time. But, my displeasure isn’t with the carpet lickers, pillow biters, butt pirates or plastic penile pumpers looking a gift horse in the mouth. No, what upsets me is that this is all a contrived news story. Look, the military was usually in the forefront ( after a certain period of time ) of being politically correct. You know, treat everyone fairly even if they were inferior. Don’t discriminate. Can’t we all just get along, that kind of horsecrap. Yet, they always discriminated against gays. The official explanation was that if the Commies found out you were gay, they could blackmail you and you would give them State Secrets. Total, BS, but there it was. Yet, it took them twenty years after the fall of the Soviet Union to do away with this policy? Something smells on this one, and it ain’t sploop.
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Okay, my earlier plea for proclamations of love and validation from my minions. Honestly, I really thought I was churning out worthless crap. You should know me by now, I don’t usually need cheerleading to continue swimming against the tide. I guess I was just going through a more negative mental state than usual and I was unable to see my usual brilliance in my recent writing. So, thanks for being patient and playing along. I really don’t think my fiction would have been tolerable. A few things I did notice, like some of you STILL not paying attention. Such as, the one minion stating that I wrote just on weekdays. Hello? I’ve included weekend articles for the last eight months, ever since I got my generator ( a lot of winter cloudy days ). Another saying I didn’t ever include a sausagefest on plastic guns. Hello? I just got done saying, more than once, the AR-15, one of the worst pieces of crap of all time in assault carbines, makes a decent mid range sniper rifle. It has no recoil, so you have excellent follow up shots, plus you never flinch. It is decently priced. You can get replacements in the field all day long. It does the one thing that has recently become more and more important in survival guns, its accuracy means you need far less ammo stockpiled. Now, if you turn it into an assault weapon, it turns to one of the worst choices available. How much more of an endorsement do you want? I refuse to condone Spray And Pray tactics, but I do give the devil his due and recommend it as a bushwacker tool. Personally, I’d buy two single shot break-open rifles in 223 before I bought one AR, but if you already have one it is a great survival gun AS LONG AS YOU turn it into a sniper weapon ( buy several $50 mil-dot scopes rather than one very expensive scope- they are easily damaged and must be replaced ).
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Sunday, September 25, 2011
tangled web of complexity
TANGLED WEB OF COMPLEXITY
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http://www.oftwominds.com/blogsept11/friction9-11.html
I’m not kidding. A very good piece. Now, I can’t find much to disagree with there, mostly it just said what I’d like to, with actual talent behind its presentation. It all ties in with the complexity issue that Tainter wrote about years back. Complexity results in benefits on the way up, but come resource depletion, it is a drag that brings everything crashing down much quicker. And speaking of “The Collapse Of Complex Societies” by J. Tainter, don’t bother spending real money on it. I have an e-copy and it is a dry, boring, textbook style book. I love this kind of stuff, and I couldn’t force myself past page 50 or so.
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Almost every swinging dingus out there is working at a worthless job ( my view of added-complexity jobs ). Even the military. And most of the cops. Hell, half the EMT’s are there to take care of the fat bastards that are slowly ODing on processed genetically modified corn pellets, their bloated walking zombie corpses afflicted with diabetes and heart disease and other diseases caused by “the good life”. At least fifty years ago people had the good graces to die off early from their vices, refusing to step into a doctors office and just working fourteen hour days, chain smoking and keeping a whiskey bottle in the desk drawer, until they keeled over. Outside of needing a coffin, they didn’t impose on anyone else. As far as the military, if we weren’t occupying the oil fields all we would need to protect ourselves would be well armed militia and a nuclear deterrent. Why does education costs so much? If the grounds and buildings are long ago paid for, and they get tax dollars, why does it cost five to ten grand a year to go to college? And why does having a healthy uncomplicated birth cost ten to twenty grand? The doc stands there with a catchers mitt, the nurses sponge off all that nasty crap from the kid, then they throw the infant on to a nipple for dinner. What are we paying for? They say that the cost of a handgun or a ladder is about half lawyer taxes ( past settlements, insurance for future liability ). But surely, there is far more than that accounting for the costs. Hell, sometimes you can buy a rebuilt motor for your car cheaper than you can a pistol.
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So, yeh, everything is paying for politicians taxes, bankers interest cost and lawyers “make work” consequences ( do you wonder why I’d like to see all three of those practitioners hanging from street lamps? ). But it is far more than that. If almost every job is reacting to the reward of added complexity, how much of every cost is the true “unemployment tax”? I’d wager fifty to seventy-five percent. It has to be at least fifty, because over half the population needs to be threatened to explain how no fundamental reform is ever enacted. All these silly ass books that say “I want to save the environment, so here is a dead tree telling you how to do so, but only after everybody does things totally different” are a total waste of resources, to include your time. This isn’t about a powerful elite protecting their coveted wealth. Oh, no. If that was so, we would already be having revolution in the streets. You don’t see two out of three houses underwater nationally ( the house being about the only wealth the middle class have ) without protest if it was just about the wealthy acting badly. No, the masses of workers have been bought off with worthless, unneeded jobs. Oh, they will complain about the drop in benefits and real purchasing power, even retirement, but the plain fact of the matter is, they know, even if subconsciously, they have no real world, tangible, “able to take it with me to immigrate to another country and prosper”, skill set.
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Now, before you get your panties in a bunch, I’m talking about a complex systems skill set. You may be a doctor, but without grid electricity and just in time inventory and long distant delivery, your skills won’t keep too many folks alive. An herbalist would have better luck in a primitive setting healing people. So you can program computers without equal? So what. What can you do in a devolution? I’m not saying people are worthless, just that their specialized petroleum dependent jobs are. And, no, it does no good to have a skill set that thrives in the collapse. Because that won’t pay the rent now. I’m not faulting anyone, just pointing out that complexity is employing us. Almost all of us. So nothing will change. Yet, adding to complexity causes the system to collapse quicker. But that is the only way to keep the unemployment levels down, to keep civil unrest from spreading. Add to complexity, even if it kills you quick. Because not doing so kills you quicker. And I’d wager this transformation has been decades in the making. We’ve only just begun to see its geometric rate of increase as the oil imports have been declining. China pollutes the environment, paves over cropland, sends in riot police to keep order amongst the unemployed and buys our toxic debt, all to keep from collapsing quicker. We laugh at their long term problems, but we are worse with our house of worthless job cards.
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Another reason not to live in the city. The rural environment is no safer from unrest, but it has far fewer rioting zombies per square mile. When real fuel and food shortages appear, every single man, woman and child out there will start fighting amongst themselves. Because none of us have real survival skills. None of us can actually trade our skills for food because we were all raised and trained to live off of the fruits of petroleum. You might be the mighty mountain man trapper, but twenty three people will be following you to “share” in your hunt. They all think they are entitled to live off magical wealth produced by energy surplus ( and, I’m no different. A skill of typing and communicating doesn’t put muskrat in the stewpot. I just know we are all going to die, and why ).
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http://www.oftwominds.com/blogsept11/friction9-11.html
I’m not kidding. A very good piece. Now, I can’t find much to disagree with there, mostly it just said what I’d like to, with actual talent behind its presentation. It all ties in with the complexity issue that Tainter wrote about years back. Complexity results in benefits on the way up, but come resource depletion, it is a drag that brings everything crashing down much quicker. And speaking of “The Collapse Of Complex Societies” by J. Tainter, don’t bother spending real money on it. I have an e-copy and it is a dry, boring, textbook style book. I love this kind of stuff, and I couldn’t force myself past page 50 or so.
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Almost every swinging dingus out there is working at a worthless job ( my view of added-complexity jobs ). Even the military. And most of the cops. Hell, half the EMT’s are there to take care of the fat bastards that are slowly ODing on processed genetically modified corn pellets, their bloated walking zombie corpses afflicted with diabetes and heart disease and other diseases caused by “the good life”. At least fifty years ago people had the good graces to die off early from their vices, refusing to step into a doctors office and just working fourteen hour days, chain smoking and keeping a whiskey bottle in the desk drawer, until they keeled over. Outside of needing a coffin, they didn’t impose on anyone else. As far as the military, if we weren’t occupying the oil fields all we would need to protect ourselves would be well armed militia and a nuclear deterrent. Why does education costs so much? If the grounds and buildings are long ago paid for, and they get tax dollars, why does it cost five to ten grand a year to go to college? And why does having a healthy uncomplicated birth cost ten to twenty grand? The doc stands there with a catchers mitt, the nurses sponge off all that nasty crap from the kid, then they throw the infant on to a nipple for dinner. What are we paying for? They say that the cost of a handgun or a ladder is about half lawyer taxes ( past settlements, insurance for future liability ). But surely, there is far more than that accounting for the costs. Hell, sometimes you can buy a rebuilt motor for your car cheaper than you can a pistol.
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So, yeh, everything is paying for politicians taxes, bankers interest cost and lawyers “make work” consequences ( do you wonder why I’d like to see all three of those practitioners hanging from street lamps? ). But it is far more than that. If almost every job is reacting to the reward of added complexity, how much of every cost is the true “unemployment tax”? I’d wager fifty to seventy-five percent. It has to be at least fifty, because over half the population needs to be threatened to explain how no fundamental reform is ever enacted. All these silly ass books that say “I want to save the environment, so here is a dead tree telling you how to do so, but only after everybody does things totally different” are a total waste of resources, to include your time. This isn’t about a powerful elite protecting their coveted wealth. Oh, no. If that was so, we would already be having revolution in the streets. You don’t see two out of three houses underwater nationally ( the house being about the only wealth the middle class have ) without protest if it was just about the wealthy acting badly. No, the masses of workers have been bought off with worthless, unneeded jobs. Oh, they will complain about the drop in benefits and real purchasing power, even retirement, but the plain fact of the matter is, they know, even if subconsciously, they have no real world, tangible, “able to take it with me to immigrate to another country and prosper”, skill set.
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Now, before you get your panties in a bunch, I’m talking about a complex systems skill set. You may be a doctor, but without grid electricity and just in time inventory and long distant delivery, your skills won’t keep too many folks alive. An herbalist would have better luck in a primitive setting healing people. So you can program computers without equal? So what. What can you do in a devolution? I’m not saying people are worthless, just that their specialized petroleum dependent jobs are. And, no, it does no good to have a skill set that thrives in the collapse. Because that won’t pay the rent now. I’m not faulting anyone, just pointing out that complexity is employing us. Almost all of us. So nothing will change. Yet, adding to complexity causes the system to collapse quicker. But that is the only way to keep the unemployment levels down, to keep civil unrest from spreading. Add to complexity, even if it kills you quick. Because not doing so kills you quicker. And I’d wager this transformation has been decades in the making. We’ve only just begun to see its geometric rate of increase as the oil imports have been declining. China pollutes the environment, paves over cropland, sends in riot police to keep order amongst the unemployed and buys our toxic debt, all to keep from collapsing quicker. We laugh at their long term problems, but we are worse with our house of worthless job cards.
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Another reason not to live in the city. The rural environment is no safer from unrest, but it has far fewer rioting zombies per square mile. When real fuel and food shortages appear, every single man, woman and child out there will start fighting amongst themselves. Because none of us have real survival skills. None of us can actually trade our skills for food because we were all raised and trained to live off of the fruits of petroleum. You might be the mighty mountain man trapper, but twenty three people will be following you to “share” in your hunt. They all think they are entitled to live off magical wealth produced by energy surplus ( and, I’m no different. A skill of typing and communicating doesn’t put muskrat in the stewpot. I just know we are all going to die, and why ).
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
more gruel
MORE GRUEL
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Before we start today with what is admittedly a lame and pathetic subject ( but is what you get as I’m being harassed and overworked on this fine and dandy Monday morning and I haven’t been able to concentrate much ), but is better than nothing ( and speaking of better than nothing, I’m happy to see that term derided over at a certain Yuppie Survival site in regards to dollar store tools, which might usually be the case but not always as I’m still using a precision screwdriver set for my eye glasses lo and many years later so you can’t say they are all bad because some are actually better than nothing ) which is what you usually end up with around here but just like the articles subject, I at least spice it up differently each time, I’m going to veer onto a hate filled rant of, I hope, epic proportions presented in even more run on sentences. Last week I’m at the book store, bless their pee picken hearts for staying in business because even while being the only game in town they are reasonably priced and very friendly folks and don’t abuse their retail monopoly unlike some folks I could mention that start with the initials Wal-Mart, and I go on over to their reject book table ( if it looks too ugly for half retail, or if it sits on the shelf too long, or if they have too many copies, it goes on the ten cent table- it used to be a quarter but now it is a mere dime which really gets us greedy bastards piling the bag up with slop we would normally never read ) and made a modest purchase of a dozen books ( it would have been more but I bought a copy of Backwoodsman mag so I was reaching my budget in retail books for the week ) which included a paperback by Robin Cook, the doc turned suspenseful medical horror writer.
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Well, let me tell you, I had forgotten what a monkey molesting commie twat this jackass was. I know he is a sheltered New York Yankee, insulated from the common unwashed masses with his wealth, and has no idea the distinction between survivalists, militia or white supremacists, so he gets his information from the same good folks that shoot infant holding mothers in the head ( ten point bonus! ), stomp kittens for sport, barbeque children for the sins of their parents ( oh god, the humanity!!!! Constitutionalists!!!! Man the machine guns!! ) and starve millions of foreign children with embargoes, but that is no damn excuse for not talking their pile of lies at face value without giving it any thought and presenting it as propaganda in his novels. Or, he really is just a free market commie ( free market capitalistic mercantilism for the folks with wealth, communism for the poor folks ) and believes in all that plus gun control ( a comment in the book Vector was that forty thousand survivalists are potential terrorists, ready to explode ). If the new movie Contagion is in fact based on his book of the same name, and he is getting loyalties from it, DO NOT go and see that movie. If you do, you are supporting this dog humper.
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Idaho Homesteader commented that we should all deprive our children of all luxuries so they would enjoy the collapse. I’ll bet she thought I wouldn’t pick up on the sarcasm ( this from the last article on gruel a few days back ). Hey, I know you are staring daggers at me and cursing my hair, even thinking about getting a gypsy to put a real curse on it, but guess what? That was a damn good suggestion. I think we should be teaching our kids to enjoy the increased living standard the collapse will bring. If you pamper your kids now, with internal combustion engines, central heat and air and frozen foods, of course life after the fall will be hard and pitiful. But if you use those things as a reward rather than let them expect them as a god given right, deprivation will be seen as normal and they will have a better perspective on life. Remember the joy of joining the military at the start of WWII? It wasn’t because people thought Jews were really cool people and needed to be saved from Hitler ( I’d wager that outside of New York City, most folks were as anti-Semitic as Germans were ). It was because they got “three hots and a cot”, a step up from Depression era living. Army life was a step above HooverVilles and soup kitchen meals. Hell, I hated the army after a short while, but was absolutely thrilled at the feeding trough aspect. I’d seen minimal problems with getting the right kinds of food ( the 70’s were a pussy compared to the 30’s ) but enough that I knew an increased standard of living when I saw it.
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No one is asking you to put your kids on a perimeter guard detail in ten degree weather. Oh, it would build character and teach the little bastard to appreciate it when you turned the house heat up to 60. But that would be child abuse, so I can’t advocate it. All I’m saying is that if you raise kids to expect luxuries like a widely varied diet, they will grow up to be spoiled Yuppie pukes. And I’m not saying not to spice up foods. But do get them used to the same basic slop. Such as all breakfasts oatmeal, all lunches
whole wheat and then vary the dinners. As I’ve said, I choke down whole wheat for the first two meals each day, then “spoil” myself with a regular meal. This ensures I can transition to a 90-95% whole wheat diet as the need comes about. I’m already trained. It isn’t rocket science to train yourself to live off gruel, as soon as you get rid of the notion that you are better than 99% of all other soon to be serfs and somehow you can’t live on a historic diet. Bitches didn’t even get bread until recently ( gruel was the norm)
but Suzie the Spoiled Survivalist insists on duplicating the modern diet for post collapse child rearing. Look how sparing the rod has spoiled our kids. Now they can’t even think about living amidst nuclear ruins without luxury food.
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Before we start today with what is admittedly a lame and pathetic subject ( but is what you get as I’m being harassed and overworked on this fine and dandy Monday morning and I haven’t been able to concentrate much ), but is better than nothing ( and speaking of better than nothing, I’m happy to see that term derided over at a certain Yuppie Survival site in regards to dollar store tools, which might usually be the case but not always as I’m still using a precision screwdriver set for my eye glasses lo and many years later so you can’t say they are all bad because some are actually better than nothing ) which is what you usually end up with around here but just like the articles subject, I at least spice it up differently each time, I’m going to veer onto a hate filled rant of, I hope, epic proportions presented in even more run on sentences. Last week I’m at the book store, bless their pee picken hearts for staying in business because even while being the only game in town they are reasonably priced and very friendly folks and don’t abuse their retail monopoly unlike some folks I could mention that start with the initials Wal-Mart, and I go on over to their reject book table ( if it looks too ugly for half retail, or if it sits on the shelf too long, or if they have too many copies, it goes on the ten cent table- it used to be a quarter but now it is a mere dime which really gets us greedy bastards piling the bag up with slop we would normally never read ) and made a modest purchase of a dozen books ( it would have been more but I bought a copy of Backwoodsman mag so I was reaching my budget in retail books for the week ) which included a paperback by Robin Cook, the doc turned suspenseful medical horror writer.
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Well, let me tell you, I had forgotten what a monkey molesting commie twat this jackass was. I know he is a sheltered New York Yankee, insulated from the common unwashed masses with his wealth, and has no idea the distinction between survivalists, militia or white supremacists, so he gets his information from the same good folks that shoot infant holding mothers in the head ( ten point bonus! ), stomp kittens for sport, barbeque children for the sins of their parents ( oh god, the humanity!!!! Constitutionalists!!!! Man the machine guns!! ) and starve millions of foreign children with embargoes, but that is no damn excuse for not talking their pile of lies at face value without giving it any thought and presenting it as propaganda in his novels. Or, he really is just a free market commie ( free market capitalistic mercantilism for the folks with wealth, communism for the poor folks ) and believes in all that plus gun control ( a comment in the book Vector was that forty thousand survivalists are potential terrorists, ready to explode ). If the new movie Contagion is in fact based on his book of the same name, and he is getting loyalties from it, DO NOT go and see that movie. If you do, you are supporting this dog humper.
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Idaho Homesteader commented that we should all deprive our children of all luxuries so they would enjoy the collapse. I’ll bet she thought I wouldn’t pick up on the sarcasm ( this from the last article on gruel a few days back ). Hey, I know you are staring daggers at me and cursing my hair, even thinking about getting a gypsy to put a real curse on it, but guess what? That was a damn good suggestion. I think we should be teaching our kids to enjoy the increased living standard the collapse will bring. If you pamper your kids now, with internal combustion engines, central heat and air and frozen foods, of course life after the fall will be hard and pitiful. But if you use those things as a reward rather than let them expect them as a god given right, deprivation will be seen as normal and they will have a better perspective on life. Remember the joy of joining the military at the start of WWII? It wasn’t because people thought Jews were really cool people and needed to be saved from Hitler ( I’d wager that outside of New York City, most folks were as anti-Semitic as Germans were ). It was because they got “three hots and a cot”, a step up from Depression era living. Army life was a step above HooverVilles and soup kitchen meals. Hell, I hated the army after a short while, but was absolutely thrilled at the feeding trough aspect. I’d seen minimal problems with getting the right kinds of food ( the 70’s were a pussy compared to the 30’s ) but enough that I knew an increased standard of living when I saw it.
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No one is asking you to put your kids on a perimeter guard detail in ten degree weather. Oh, it would build character and teach the little bastard to appreciate it when you turned the house heat up to 60. But that would be child abuse, so I can’t advocate it. All I’m saying is that if you raise kids to expect luxuries like a widely varied diet, they will grow up to be spoiled Yuppie pukes. And I’m not saying not to spice up foods. But do get them used to the same basic slop. Such as all breakfasts oatmeal, all lunches
whole wheat and then vary the dinners. As I’ve said, I choke down whole wheat for the first two meals each day, then “spoil” myself with a regular meal. This ensures I can transition to a 90-95% whole wheat diet as the need comes about. I’m already trained. It isn’t rocket science to train yourself to live off gruel, as soon as you get rid of the notion that you are better than 99% of all other soon to be serfs and somehow you can’t live on a historic diet. Bitches didn’t even get bread until recently ( gruel was the norm)
but Suzie the Spoiled Survivalist insists on duplicating the modern diet for post collapse child rearing. Look how sparing the rod has spoiled our kids. Now they can’t even think about living amidst nuclear ruins without luxury food.
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Friday, September 23, 2011
deflation douche
DEFLATION DOUCHE
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Is it me, or is personal behavior and achievement mirroring the collapse? Are people just not trying very hard any more, or has the bar been set that low? I’m very disappointed with Mr. Ure and his explanation/justification on deflation. Now, in his defense, he’s been giving away his pearls of wisdom for free for fifteen years. We are getting what we pay for. And, his site is wonderful and he is usually on the top of his game. However, I wouldn’t be the well coiffured cuss you have all come to love if I didn’t kick someone when they’re down, so today we will poke fun at his expense. But first I’d like to rant a bit on other folks incompetence. Again, I know it is free, by I’ve come to expect a certain level of performance with broadcast television. Such as the damn signal coming in ( piece of crap mother humping dillhole bastard puke Feds, thanks a million for forcing us to go to digital where a single cloud a hundred miles away will interfere with the signal ). I know the government is mostly to blame, but since I’ve gotten all the major channels for years after the changeover, I can’t help but blame the private companies themselves on this one. Or is it the counties fault? I’ve vaguely heard of some elected official having something to do with TV, I think re-broadcasting the signal. Anyway, for weeks I’m not getting half the channels, but I chalk it up to lightning and such. But, still no luck after clear skies. I’m getting a bit miffed at my nighttime TV watching being disrupted.
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And I shouldn’t resubscribe to Netflix ( just watching seasons worth of TV on disc ), since that company just went on a rampage of stupidity. You want to gradually do away with DVD’s and encourage the instant downloads? Even if that crap substantially slows down all of our Internet access? Thanks a lot for being a selfish prick. And, haven’t you been paying attention to the cell phone companies? They are having issues with the amount of air time folks are using. And the Internet is not far behind, with diminishing resources and increased demand. Yet your company model is now being based on yet more resources being needed? I understand the post office won’t be with us much longer, but even before they go under, the Internet providers will be bankrupting ( the trend to unlimited pig downloads, as folks cancel expensive broadband access means a shrinking group uses more as less income comes in ). And that is even before thieves start ripping off the copper line needed for The Last Mile.
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Even politicians aren’t trying hard at all anymore, throwing out stupid crap and expecting us to buy into it. Obammy throws some BS our way about taxing the rich? He would be in that group, and you could put a gun to my head and I still wouldn’t buy that he really means to penalize himself ( of course I don’t get the good TV channels, but I would still pick up the channel that keeps advertising that idiot home make over show, with the group of grinning jagoffs pulling the bus up to the white house, kissing the ass of our First Lady [ granted, her ass looks better than her face ] and showing that scary looking crackhead grandma getting the new house- I don’t need free entertainment enough to watch that kind of crap, I’d rather buy some more books ). Obammy is throwing so many lies our way ( phantom jobs, a phantom Bin Laden assassination, phantom compassion for the people he made poor by bailing out the banks for many trillions ) that anytime he opens that fly trap, just assume he actually means the exact opposite.
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Okay, now it is Ure’s turn. Again, his writing is some of the best, but I have a major disagreement with him on this one subject ( well, I disagree with his other stuff like time shifting and other voodoo subjects, but we’ve already covered that ). He is simply trying way too hard to justify his stance on deflation. I’m not saying I’m necessarily right and he is wrong, but his analysis simply doesn’t sit right with me. Falling house prices are not deflation. And neither is unemployment. Just because you have no money, that doesn’t mean the economy doesn’t. The almost complete stoppage of the velocity of money is not deflation. All that is is the slowdown of the arrival of hyperinflation. You can’t print up tens of trillions and think it isn’t inflationary. The deflation is in areas that has an oversupply. Houses and employees. That stuff running out, oil and food, is inflationary. But that is supply and demand, commodity inflation. Currency inflation is what the Federal Reserve Bank is doing- creating tons of money. That is inflationary. A rising supply, so each bill is worth far less. Also actually just commodity inflation. Supply and demand is all there is to it. Velocity doesn’t make or break inflation, it just dictates a timeline. We have had inflation in the currency since the Fed was created. A lot of times the deflationary effect of our vast sea of petroleum masked that. As is the vast oversupply of housing right now. But currency is still being created, which is inflationary. I’m betting on inflation. The government and bankers have no choice but to create more and more money. I don’t care if it is in paper bills or computer entries. I don’t care about velocity or overseas demand. Eventually, money creation is inflation that directly effects you.
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Sure, it can be difficult to point to any one cause for prices. Are gasoline price increases due to dollars being worth less, or oil running out? Or both? But that is merely academic masturbation. Just keep in mind, supply and demand. Shrinking cropland, less water, more people, more dollars, food goes up. Too many houses, of poor quality, grossly overpriced and overtaxed means falling prices. Rising population won’t effect the price for some time because less jobs means more people start doubling and tripling up in housing. The only market for new houses, and that is even debatable due to rising unemployment, would be true energy saving dwellings.
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Okay, let’s end on an upbeat note. I am so excited I could soil myself. The new book I’ve been eagerly awaiting is here. It is a book on the design of the Ferguson rifle. Also about the inventor. But the exciting part is, they seem to have discovered the secret to the design that allows the weapon to be fired rapidly for dozens of shots without stoppages from fouling. This would make it a true blackpowder assault rifle ( obviously the tolerances would be sloppy to allow this, so it is a mass volley fire weapon, not a sniping/hunting weapon ), perfect for post-apocalypse armies. I’ve already ordered a copy, and should have a review in two or two and a half weeks ( you can order a Kindle version for one third the price and no waiting ). The site is
http://www.everyinsultandindignity.com/
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Is it me, or is personal behavior and achievement mirroring the collapse? Are people just not trying very hard any more, or has the bar been set that low? I’m very disappointed with Mr. Ure and his explanation/justification on deflation. Now, in his defense, he’s been giving away his pearls of wisdom for free for fifteen years. We are getting what we pay for. And, his site is wonderful and he is usually on the top of his game. However, I wouldn’t be the well coiffured cuss you have all come to love if I didn’t kick someone when they’re down, so today we will poke fun at his expense. But first I’d like to rant a bit on other folks incompetence. Again, I know it is free, by I’ve come to expect a certain level of performance with broadcast television. Such as the damn signal coming in ( piece of crap mother humping dillhole bastard puke Feds, thanks a million for forcing us to go to digital where a single cloud a hundred miles away will interfere with the signal ). I know the government is mostly to blame, but since I’ve gotten all the major channels for years after the changeover, I can’t help but blame the private companies themselves on this one. Or is it the counties fault? I’ve vaguely heard of some elected official having something to do with TV, I think re-broadcasting the signal. Anyway, for weeks I’m not getting half the channels, but I chalk it up to lightning and such. But, still no luck after clear skies. I’m getting a bit miffed at my nighttime TV watching being disrupted.
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And I shouldn’t resubscribe to Netflix ( just watching seasons worth of TV on disc ), since that company just went on a rampage of stupidity. You want to gradually do away with DVD’s and encourage the instant downloads? Even if that crap substantially slows down all of our Internet access? Thanks a lot for being a selfish prick. And, haven’t you been paying attention to the cell phone companies? They are having issues with the amount of air time folks are using. And the Internet is not far behind, with diminishing resources and increased demand. Yet your company model is now being based on yet more resources being needed? I understand the post office won’t be with us much longer, but even before they go under, the Internet providers will be bankrupting ( the trend to unlimited pig downloads, as folks cancel expensive broadband access means a shrinking group uses more as less income comes in ). And that is even before thieves start ripping off the copper line needed for The Last Mile.
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Even politicians aren’t trying hard at all anymore, throwing out stupid crap and expecting us to buy into it. Obammy throws some BS our way about taxing the rich? He would be in that group, and you could put a gun to my head and I still wouldn’t buy that he really means to penalize himself ( of course I don’t get the good TV channels, but I would still pick up the channel that keeps advertising that idiot home make over show, with the group of grinning jagoffs pulling the bus up to the white house, kissing the ass of our First Lady [ granted, her ass looks better than her face ] and showing that scary looking crackhead grandma getting the new house- I don’t need free entertainment enough to watch that kind of crap, I’d rather buy some more books ). Obammy is throwing so many lies our way ( phantom jobs, a phantom Bin Laden assassination, phantom compassion for the people he made poor by bailing out the banks for many trillions ) that anytime he opens that fly trap, just assume he actually means the exact opposite.
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Okay, now it is Ure’s turn. Again, his writing is some of the best, but I have a major disagreement with him on this one subject ( well, I disagree with his other stuff like time shifting and other voodoo subjects, but we’ve already covered that ). He is simply trying way too hard to justify his stance on deflation. I’m not saying I’m necessarily right and he is wrong, but his analysis simply doesn’t sit right with me. Falling house prices are not deflation. And neither is unemployment. Just because you have no money, that doesn’t mean the economy doesn’t. The almost complete stoppage of the velocity of money is not deflation. All that is is the slowdown of the arrival of hyperinflation. You can’t print up tens of trillions and think it isn’t inflationary. The deflation is in areas that has an oversupply. Houses and employees. That stuff running out, oil and food, is inflationary. But that is supply and demand, commodity inflation. Currency inflation is what the Federal Reserve Bank is doing- creating tons of money. That is inflationary. A rising supply, so each bill is worth far less. Also actually just commodity inflation. Supply and demand is all there is to it. Velocity doesn’t make or break inflation, it just dictates a timeline. We have had inflation in the currency since the Fed was created. A lot of times the deflationary effect of our vast sea of petroleum masked that. As is the vast oversupply of housing right now. But currency is still being created, which is inflationary. I’m betting on inflation. The government and bankers have no choice but to create more and more money. I don’t care if it is in paper bills or computer entries. I don’t care about velocity or overseas demand. Eventually, money creation is inflation that directly effects you.
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Sure, it can be difficult to point to any one cause for prices. Are gasoline price increases due to dollars being worth less, or oil running out? Or both? But that is merely academic masturbation. Just keep in mind, supply and demand. Shrinking cropland, less water, more people, more dollars, food goes up. Too many houses, of poor quality, grossly overpriced and overtaxed means falling prices. Rising population won’t effect the price for some time because less jobs means more people start doubling and tripling up in housing. The only market for new houses, and that is even debatable due to rising unemployment, would be true energy saving dwellings.
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Okay, let’s end on an upbeat note. I am so excited I could soil myself. The new book I’ve been eagerly awaiting is here. It is a book on the design of the Ferguson rifle. Also about the inventor. But the exciting part is, they seem to have discovered the secret to the design that allows the weapon to be fired rapidly for dozens of shots without stoppages from fouling. This would make it a true blackpowder assault rifle ( obviously the tolerances would be sloppy to allow this, so it is a mass volley fire weapon, not a sniping/hunting weapon ), perfect for post-apocalypse armies. I’ve already ordered a copy, and should have a review in two or two and a half weeks ( you can order a Kindle version for one third the price and no waiting ). The site is
http://www.everyinsultandindignity.com/
END
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My e-mail is jimd303@netzero.com
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Anyone can submit a guest article. No minimum word length, no writing skill necessary ( just get the idea across ). You retain copyright ( this must be your original writing ) and I’ll just use the once. I’ve yet to turn down an article, just don’t use the N Bomb or libel another that can sue me. Send by e-mail ( please, label as “guest article” so I can find it easily later ). Payment will be your removal from my enemies list.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
review bison
REVIEW BISON
I must share this great find. Two wool coats for $20 plus shipping from Sportsmans. Sure, it will look a bit funny, but warm is warm.
http://www.sportsmansguide.com/net/cb/cb.aspx?a=877182
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As I’ve said before, I have two things I do badly. Well, three if you count marriages. But mainly, my dire predictions are always off time wise, and I have little conception of what pleases others ( including wives ). Honestly, I have no idea what you all see in my drivel. Which is okay, I just keep churning it out and you all come back for more. And I’m a poor judge of which days are good and which are bad. I write some articles, congratulate myself, and it passes inspection with you all like a turd in the punchbowl. Other times, I worry what I wrote sucked and you all seem to love it. So as I said, I’m just going blind here, bouncing off the wall and thanking Baby Jesus for the soft landing. Lately, I worry that I’m being a bit of an ass. I mean, above and beyond my normal level. Am I getting shrill and toxic? Am I being too judgmental? I think so, but I don’t know if you agree. What I’m thinking is, as the collapse gathers speed, we are all acting badly. I’m spitting venom the way of folks that just deny louder or desperately seek the answers. Is this wrong on my part? Should I have a better understanding of other folks handicap?
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I think we are all looking about in bewilderment. Even the doomers. They see clearly and are confused both by other folks blatant disregard for reason and worry and the inane responses by our leaders. I mean, the Fedgov spends several trillion a year, yet can’t see their way to coming up with an additional $5 billion for FEMA. Where the heck is all the money going to? All the flash and yelling in DC is just “blame other political parties”. But both are captaining the Titanic. If they both merged into one and all agreed 100% about everything, the sucker is still going down. But I don’t think their confusion is a game, I think it is genuine. They can’t think outside their box and so to them, the solution is simple. The solution to the wrong problem, of course. So I guess I shouldn’t hate them so much. Other folks see the problem clearly and are so frightened they are in subconscious denial. Like fracking the Rockies will keep us in Empire another seventy five years. So perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on them either. I don’t know if I can stop hating them, but I should try to cut them some slack. But even if I don’t, that in itself isn’t the main problem. I think I’m responding so badly to other peoples denial, I’m focusing on hating them and all I’m doing is churning out rants. I mean, I’ve always ranted. But it wasn’t a daily occurrence. I’m worried I’ve become a one horse show and I’m just spewing venom and doing nothing else.
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I like to think I was balanced in my writing. Analysis and how-to’s with the once or twice monthly good healthy purging rant. But if all I’m doing is ranting, this blog won’t last too much longer. I know I can’t sustain readership numbers and financial support if I don’t stay true to my usual formula. But, again, I’m terrible in judging my own writing. I can’t tell if I’m just in a bad mood and that is coloring my thinking, or if I’m looking at things clearly. So I really need your feedback. Please comment, or e-mail if you would rather. It might be that I’ve reached the end of anything useful to say ( it seems I’m repeating an awful lot ). It has been five years next month, after all. If that is the case, I could always just turn this over to daily fiction. You would get the same old crap, but in fictional form. I hate installment fiction, but I can’t just leave you for two months until I’ve finished a novel. You would forget about me. I can’t summon up the mental energy to write both the non-fiction blog and a piece of fiction the same day. It would have to be one or the other. After all, my best book, my first, was written before I started the blog. I need to focus and not spread myself too thin.
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It could just be that in my gut, I know it is all over but the crying ( remember last weeks financial crash warning because of the child support? ). I could care less anymore, perhaps I’ve given up truly trying to think up new subjects because we are all going to be fighting for our lives within months ( you know the collapse will happen during a winter, just to maximize our misery and difficulty ). I don’t honestly know, which is why I need your feedback. So, should I stop trying to be so annoying, stop reading into things, just stay the way I’ve been? Am I being too negative, losing focus and just hating on people? Have I come to the end of a good run and focus on fiction? Any information you can share would be appreciated.
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The Official Bison Web Site http://www.bisonpress.com/
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My e-mail is jimd303@netzero.com
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Anyone can submit a guest article. No minimum word length, no writing skill necessary ( just get the idea across ). You retain copyright ( this must be your original writing ) and I’ll just use the once. I’ve yet to turn down an article, just don’t use the N Bomb or libel another that can sue me. Send by e-mail ( please, label as “guest article” so I can find it easily later ). Payment will be your removal from my enemies list.
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By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.
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Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon links in each article. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase. Thank you.
I must share this great find. Two wool coats for $20 plus shipping from Sportsmans. Sure, it will look a bit funny, but warm is warm.
http://www.sportsmansguide.com/net/cb/cb.aspx?a=877182
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As I’ve said before, I have two things I do badly. Well, three if you count marriages. But mainly, my dire predictions are always off time wise, and I have little conception of what pleases others ( including wives ). Honestly, I have no idea what you all see in my drivel. Which is okay, I just keep churning it out and you all come back for more. And I’m a poor judge of which days are good and which are bad. I write some articles, congratulate myself, and it passes inspection with you all like a turd in the punchbowl. Other times, I worry what I wrote sucked and you all seem to love it. So as I said, I’m just going blind here, bouncing off the wall and thanking Baby Jesus for the soft landing. Lately, I worry that I’m being a bit of an ass. I mean, above and beyond my normal level. Am I getting shrill and toxic? Am I being too judgmental? I think so, but I don’t know if you agree. What I’m thinking is, as the collapse gathers speed, we are all acting badly. I’m spitting venom the way of folks that just deny louder or desperately seek the answers. Is this wrong on my part? Should I have a better understanding of other folks handicap?
*
I think we are all looking about in bewilderment. Even the doomers. They see clearly and are confused both by other folks blatant disregard for reason and worry and the inane responses by our leaders. I mean, the Fedgov spends several trillion a year, yet can’t see their way to coming up with an additional $5 billion for FEMA. Where the heck is all the money going to? All the flash and yelling in DC is just “blame other political parties”. But both are captaining the Titanic. If they both merged into one and all agreed 100% about everything, the sucker is still going down. But I don’t think their confusion is a game, I think it is genuine. They can’t think outside their box and so to them, the solution is simple. The solution to the wrong problem, of course. So I guess I shouldn’t hate them so much. Other folks see the problem clearly and are so frightened they are in subconscious denial. Like fracking the Rockies will keep us in Empire another seventy five years. So perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on them either. I don’t know if I can stop hating them, but I should try to cut them some slack. But even if I don’t, that in itself isn’t the main problem. I think I’m responding so badly to other peoples denial, I’m focusing on hating them and all I’m doing is churning out rants. I mean, I’ve always ranted. But it wasn’t a daily occurrence. I’m worried I’ve become a one horse show and I’m just spewing venom and doing nothing else.
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I like to think I was balanced in my writing. Analysis and how-to’s with the once or twice monthly good healthy purging rant. But if all I’m doing is ranting, this blog won’t last too much longer. I know I can’t sustain readership numbers and financial support if I don’t stay true to my usual formula. But, again, I’m terrible in judging my own writing. I can’t tell if I’m just in a bad mood and that is coloring my thinking, or if I’m looking at things clearly. So I really need your feedback. Please comment, or e-mail if you would rather. It might be that I’ve reached the end of anything useful to say ( it seems I’m repeating an awful lot ). It has been five years next month, after all. If that is the case, I could always just turn this over to daily fiction. You would get the same old crap, but in fictional form. I hate installment fiction, but I can’t just leave you for two months until I’ve finished a novel. You would forget about me. I can’t summon up the mental energy to write both the non-fiction blog and a piece of fiction the same day. It would have to be one or the other. After all, my best book, my first, was written before I started the blog. I need to focus and not spread myself too thin.
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It could just be that in my gut, I know it is all over but the crying ( remember last weeks financial crash warning because of the child support? ). I could care less anymore, perhaps I’ve given up truly trying to think up new subjects because we are all going to be fighting for our lives within months ( you know the collapse will happen during a winter, just to maximize our misery and difficulty ). I don’t honestly know, which is why I need your feedback. So, should I stop trying to be so annoying, stop reading into things, just stay the way I’ve been? Am I being too negative, losing focus and just hating on people? Have I come to the end of a good run and focus on fiction? Any information you can share would be appreciated.
END
The Official Bison Web Site http://www.bisonpress.com/
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My e-mail is jimd303@netzero.com
*
Anyone can submit a guest article. No minimum word length, no writing skill necessary ( just get the idea across ). You retain copyright ( this must be your original writing ) and I’ll just use the once. I’ve yet to turn down an article, just don’t use the N Bomb or libel another that can sue me. Send by e-mail ( please, label as “guest article” so I can find it easily later ). Payment will be your removal from my enemies list.
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon links in each article. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase. Thank you.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
jakarta pandemic
JAKARTA PANDEMIC
The doohicky allowing me to put in Amazon links isn't working. Please visit this site to order through Amazon, giving me the sales commission which makes me giddy with joy which keeps me writting such wonderfullness.
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A minion recommended this book, so of course I bought it having little common sense when it comes to buying books. I imagine the Kindle version was a lot cheaper, but sometimes I get tired of investing to save money in the future. I do it all the time now, so it is a nice change of pace to blow an extra five or ten bucks a week. I know I don’t even need to buy a Kindle reader, I could just download the PC version, buy the book online and save the money of a reader by just reading on the computer. Fine for most folks, but since I don’t have grid power it is cheaper to buy a device using a portable battery than buying more solar panels or 12v batteries to use my computer at home. Running lights ( three watt bayonet LED bulbs ) and the TV ( a portable seven inch flat screen using 13 watts ) I use 50-60 watts a night. The writing on the weekend I theoretically use the computer while it is sunny. On a cloudy weekend I add another 70 watts total to my juice use. I live on seventy watts worth of panels and one marine battery. Using a computer, even a netbook only using 35 watts, to read books would go way over my power budget. So, really, reading old fashion paper books is best for me right now. That’s my excuse for spending $15 on a fiction paperback. The other is longevity after the collapse.
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I really enjoyed The Jakarta Pandemic by Steve Konkoly. I read that fat bastard in one day. So, keep that in mind as I bad month parts of it. I still recommend it as a well written piece of fiction with prepper undertones. Mainly, it touched very well on the difficulties of neighbors during a crisis. Okay, this book is by no means a doomer book. In the end, as these kinds of books usually do because the author took a class somewhere that said your hero must prevail in the end, the government easily restores order and everyone lives happily ever after. It is a total Yuppie love fest. I mean, it was disturbingly nauseating. I almost blew chunks a few times. The main message was, just stockpile petroleum products in bulk and you can get through a few rough spots and then in the end everybody can join in a circle and clasp their hands together, sing a friggin song about we are the world and the fedgov will wiggle its nose and magic will happen and you Yuppie pukes can go back to living in a McMansion as if nothing happened and they can still keep making their SUV payments and mortgages as long as they were smart enough to buy gold, extra heating oil tanks, freeze dried soy nuggets and especially AR-15’s.
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And my god, the friggin marriage part. Okay, this part will get the female minions all excited, because the whole marriage of our main character was him dropping to the ground into a mound of broken glass with bare knees and slamming his head into the wood floor in subjugation, screaming in slightly feminine tones that he was far from worthy. I love you, you are my whole world, I’ll do anything, feel free to withhold sex at any time and I’ll just go along with it and a friggin month later when you finally feel like it I’ll gleefully perform to your specifications. Okay, first of all, this is not a marriage. This is a princess and her loyal serf. Second of all, females are like horses. They need to be rode every day. Otherwise they hang around the stall and munch on sugar cubes. Oh, they won’t admit to it, but secretly they hate you for being a spineless puke who worships them from afar. Anyway, I won’t get into all that. I’ll just say this was a typical Yuppie Prepper book. In the end, it’s all alright, dawg! Nothing bad happened, its okay, go back to your Wonderland fairy tale.
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Like I said, this tale deals very well with neighbor interactions in the suburbs during a crisis. It isn’t a typical survivalist pulp fiction shoot-em-up. There is plenty of AR-15 worshipping, along with that princess worshipping, but it isn’t just a combat report. In fact, a lot of you might find the book very boring. Over a few weeks the crisis slowly unfolds. The “action” is mostly in a few house area, and it is mostly just the typical yuppie scum day to day living. You know, that dreaded “what I had for dinner last night” kind of reporting. I enjoyed the slow paced detail orientated writing myself. I don’t need contrived cliff hangers at the end of every chapter to artificially move the story along. I just want to share a characters life for a good while. But for those that don’t read for enjoyment, but only education, you might find it boring.
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And you might find yourself screaming, just shoot the bitch! He keeps causing you potentially life threatening problems! But that is the whole point. The story illustrates how difficult it is to eliminate enemies in the making when the government is still hanging around, threatening you if you defend yourself. Just as the story had highlighted the asinine behavior of the schools ( only shut down after the flu shows up in the classroom- we can’t endanger our funding! ), it also shows what problems greedy neighbors cause, and you are powerless to kill them preemptively. If for no other lesson, this book is worth your money and time. That is what good fiction is supposed to do, illustrate in detail the lessons you need. It is one thing for me to say, the neighbors will try to steal your food because they are lazy humps that won’t buy a bag of wheat instead of a weeks worth of cappuccinos. But if you read a few score of pages giving you the details of how and why the neighbor screws you, that warning sticks with you much better.
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My e-mail is jimd303@netzero.com
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Anyone can submit a guest article. No minimum word length, no writing skill necessary ( just get the idea across ). You retain copyright ( this must be your original writing ) and I’ll just use the once. I’ve yet to turn down an article, just don’t use the N Bomb or libel another that can sue me. Send by e-mail ( please, label as “guest article” so I can find it easily later ). Payment will be your removal from my enemies list.
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon links in each article. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase. Thank you.
The doohicky allowing me to put in Amazon links isn't working. Please visit this site to order through Amazon, giving me the sales commission which makes me giddy with joy which keeps me writting such wonderfullness.
http://bisonpress.com/affiliatebooks.html
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A minion recommended this book, so of course I bought it having little common sense when it comes to buying books. I imagine the Kindle version was a lot cheaper, but sometimes I get tired of investing to save money in the future. I do it all the time now, so it is a nice change of pace to blow an extra five or ten bucks a week. I know I don’t even need to buy a Kindle reader, I could just download the PC version, buy the book online and save the money of a reader by just reading on the computer. Fine for most folks, but since I don’t have grid power it is cheaper to buy a device using a portable battery than buying more solar panels or 12v batteries to use my computer at home. Running lights ( three watt bayonet LED bulbs ) and the TV ( a portable seven inch flat screen using 13 watts ) I use 50-60 watts a night. The writing on the weekend I theoretically use the computer while it is sunny. On a cloudy weekend I add another 70 watts total to my juice use. I live on seventy watts worth of panels and one marine battery. Using a computer, even a netbook only using 35 watts, to read books would go way over my power budget. So, really, reading old fashion paper books is best for me right now. That’s my excuse for spending $15 on a fiction paperback. The other is longevity after the collapse.
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I really enjoyed The Jakarta Pandemic by Steve Konkoly. I read that fat bastard in one day. So, keep that in mind as I bad month parts of it. I still recommend it as a well written piece of fiction with prepper undertones. Mainly, it touched very well on the difficulties of neighbors during a crisis. Okay, this book is by no means a doomer book. In the end, as these kinds of books usually do because the author took a class somewhere that said your hero must prevail in the end, the government easily restores order and everyone lives happily ever after. It is a total Yuppie love fest. I mean, it was disturbingly nauseating. I almost blew chunks a few times. The main message was, just stockpile petroleum products in bulk and you can get through a few rough spots and then in the end everybody can join in a circle and clasp their hands together, sing a friggin song about we are the world and the fedgov will wiggle its nose and magic will happen and you Yuppie pukes can go back to living in a McMansion as if nothing happened and they can still keep making their SUV payments and mortgages as long as they were smart enough to buy gold, extra heating oil tanks, freeze dried soy nuggets and especially AR-15’s.
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And my god, the friggin marriage part. Okay, this part will get the female minions all excited, because the whole marriage of our main character was him dropping to the ground into a mound of broken glass with bare knees and slamming his head into the wood floor in subjugation, screaming in slightly feminine tones that he was far from worthy. I love you, you are my whole world, I’ll do anything, feel free to withhold sex at any time and I’ll just go along with it and a friggin month later when you finally feel like it I’ll gleefully perform to your specifications. Okay, first of all, this is not a marriage. This is a princess and her loyal serf. Second of all, females are like horses. They need to be rode every day. Otherwise they hang around the stall and munch on sugar cubes. Oh, they won’t admit to it, but secretly they hate you for being a spineless puke who worships them from afar. Anyway, I won’t get into all that. I’ll just say this was a typical Yuppie Prepper book. In the end, it’s all alright, dawg! Nothing bad happened, its okay, go back to your Wonderland fairy tale.
*
Like I said, this tale deals very well with neighbor interactions in the suburbs during a crisis. It isn’t a typical survivalist pulp fiction shoot-em-up. There is plenty of AR-15 worshipping, along with that princess worshipping, but it isn’t just a combat report. In fact, a lot of you might find the book very boring. Over a few weeks the crisis slowly unfolds. The “action” is mostly in a few house area, and it is mostly just the typical yuppie scum day to day living. You know, that dreaded “what I had for dinner last night” kind of reporting. I enjoyed the slow paced detail orientated writing myself. I don’t need contrived cliff hangers at the end of every chapter to artificially move the story along. I just want to share a characters life for a good while. But for those that don’t read for enjoyment, but only education, you might find it boring.
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And you might find yourself screaming, just shoot the bitch! He keeps causing you potentially life threatening problems! But that is the whole point. The story illustrates how difficult it is to eliminate enemies in the making when the government is still hanging around, threatening you if you defend yourself. Just as the story had highlighted the asinine behavior of the schools ( only shut down after the flu shows up in the classroom- we can’t endanger our funding! ), it also shows what problems greedy neighbors cause, and you are powerless to kill them preemptively. If for no other lesson, this book is worth your money and time. That is what good fiction is supposed to do, illustrate in detail the lessons you need. It is one thing for me to say, the neighbors will try to steal your food because they are lazy humps that won’t buy a bag of wheat instead of a weeks worth of cappuccinos. But if you read a few score of pages giving you the details of how and why the neighbor screws you, that warning sticks with you much better.
END
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
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Forging an Alliance……in or out?
By survivordan
So you are thinking about forming or joining a group of preppers….
{Are you really ready to commit?}
The thorny issue to keep in mind is that this kind of group/club is not like a chess club, pinochle club, quilting club, or any other club you might join. These people will know things about you and your preparations that you normally don't want anyone to know about. You wouldn't want your neighbors knowing that you were amassing food, supplies, weapons, etc now would you? Of course not! Your group will know. The people in your group have to be totally trustworthy. They have to be stand-up people of very good character.
On that note many will say, "No way Bubba! I'm a lone wolf! I'm a rugged individualist and I only put trust in and rely on myself! That's okay, I get it. Other people aren't reliable. You can't count on most men when the chips are down. 'Tough' guys too often collapse like wet noodles in the face of adversity and danger. (Seen it myself.) People may get greedy and pull a "Treasure of the Sierra Madres" on ya. And you've got 2 years worth of food and supplies in a retreat in the woods and you and the wife are armed to the teeth. Well...what happens if you have a natural disaster (floods, earthquake, etc) and your retreat is wiped out? How about a wildfire? Can you and your wife alone evacuate with everything you need? Do you have a place to stay with a fellow prepper? Can you stay awake for weeks on end when the starving masses are unleashed on the countryside? When the goblins are active and aggressive, can you stay awake 24/7 ? You need to go get more of something (water medicine, etc) and your wife and little ones will be left alone? I felt there was more risk in going it alone and chose to team up with a good like-minded friend and over time we brought in a few more. We avoid too many redundancies in major equipment (allowing us to focus more resources in other areas) and with our varying backgrounds/skill sets help each other to train up in various survival skills. It works for us.
The main reason that such a group is forged is for the strength of numbers in terms of equipment and training for survival and a common defense. A strong group rarely attracts the attention or at least any aggressive actions by the weak Goblin hordes. Why should they face your obviously well prepared and well armed group when there are other weaker prey? You know...the lone wolf survivalists and their vulnerable hordes of food and supplies. By the time the desperate masses get around to your group the crises may have abated and you and your community will have persevered. Yet currently (and perhaps never) you all don’t live with one another. Some of you haven’t known each other for very long. What are you going to be doing together and why? Some of you have known one or two others for many years and even all your lives. You have taken the measure of each other over the passing years and found one another dependable and having good character. You know you can depend on each other in the long run. Some of you have been acquainted for a far shorter time but you sense the same strength of character in that new acquaintance that you have seen in your long time friend or family member. And some of you rely mainly on the positive opinions, expressed by one of those you trust, of the good character of some of the new comers to your acquaintance. Character and trust are very important. When the SHTF, your life will be at stake. Risky to put your trust in others. But to trust no one is far worse. You can't stand alone for long. There have been numerous large scale disasters around the world over the years that demonstrate this principle. You must form alliances in order to prevail and perhaps even to prosper in a new world.
So with that in mind, you have gotten together and formed a survival mutual assistance/training group. Perhaps you call it a ‘Fishing Club’ to avoid the obnoxious chuckling and head shaking of the non-preparing nattering ninnies consisting of the majority of your friends and family. Doing things as a ‘hunting' club, 'hiking' club, 'fishing' club,etc. also reduces the notice and curiosity by most other people as you and your group meets and interacts to prep for an uncertain future. “Yeah we got together…to go fishin'“. But you really went ‘preppin’. You gather supplies and train together. You hope for the best but you prepare for the worst.
You must stay in touch and meet fairly regularly to set and achieve goals as you work towards having what you need to feed, shelter and protect yourselves and your loved ones in the event of a large-scale local, regional or national disaster, both man-made and natural. You must work together. Train together. Bonds have to be forged. In battle, bonds are formed that often last entire lifetimes. You are fighting a battle of sorts as you prep together, a battle against complacency, a battle against time. And though you fervently hope and pray that it never comes to that, someday it may literally come down to a battle involving the spilling of blood as you defend yourselves and your 'brother' preppers.
Motivating each other:
Motivating each other is a big part of the support offered by such a group. Often times people need the nudges of their peers to get things accomplished. “I meant to get that done last week and the week before that but….,” doesn’t cut it when your group teases you and cajoles you to get done that which you said you would get done. Ever have a workout buddy for the gym? He tells you to get off your dead ass when you’re feeling lazy and so you get to the gym when you wouldn’t have gone. And usually at the end you were glad he gave you the nudge. Hey, I can be the biggest procrastinator at times. One of the guys in my group reminded me that something couldn’t be put off again if I ever wanted to get it done. So I got off my tail and got my act together and finished preps that I had said I would.
You already intuitively know that you need to rely on yourselves and your comrades and not the government in order to persevere.
I was in New Orleans after Katrina as part of a relief contingent of Arizona deputy sheriffs and I saw what lack of any sort of prepping wrought. Disaster compounded disaster because individual people were not prepared. Neither was the government. Hundreds and hundreds of people died.
Psychological support:
Despite your intuitive knowledge and commitment to preparedness, the positive psychological support offered by others whom you respect will help keep you going forward. These like-minded people who don’t think you are a mad fool or some doomsday sayer just because you prepare for possible large scale crises will keep you going through times of doubt. You cannot ever stray from your chosen lifestyle. It’s sometimes difficult to really prep for possible disasters when everyone and his cousin is snickering up his sleeve at you. It’s hard sometimes not to get a little demoralized. Many preppers have to deal with the laughter or scorn of their own spouses or significant others. Your fellow preppers will keep you on the path.
Positive reinforcement from like-minded people can be very uplifting.
Some of you go to church. If you believe in God then you know that you don’t have to go to a church to have faith. You go to church for the fellowship. To worship together and uplift each other, especially in times of doubt and difficulty. To be with like-minded people and to be there to provide mutual support both spiritual and material when needed.
Isn’t the gathering of survival minded people very much the same thing.
To provide mutual support both for the spirit and for the physical needs of the groups members?
Mutual assistance. Part of your ‘fishing club’ credo is that you shall all support and assist and defend each other if the SHTF or God forbid it’s the big one….TEOTWAWKI and the world as you have known it is turned upside down. Maybe just for a month or two. Or maybe for many years and even decades. You folks may be working together for a very long time so you better be prepared to watch out for each other like brothers. Many, if not most, of those Others (the non-preparers) may strive to take what you and your fellow preppers have worked so hard to build up. Will you share supplies amongst each other and stand together because of your forged alliance and even take up arms if necessary? Risking your own life, to protect the property and lives of your fellow preppers; your brothers in arms at such times? You may say, “yes” and even “HELL YES !”.
Well all right! That was part of the whole object of working and training together to be a positive, cohesive and successful group. That’s why you did all that work getting together and prepping. When the Goblins come you will stand with your comrades! I’m glad you feel that way.
Meanwhile as you toil along in the ‘normal’ mundane world of everyday life……...when your brother prepper calls at 1 AM and says, “ I need some help buddy. I know you work in the morning but so do I and I’m stuck in Phoenix because my car broke down. Can you come help me? I can probably get it fixed but I’m in a bad neighborhood and I was in my old lady’s car and I have no weapon. Some young guys keep cruising by and checking my situation out. I can’t work with them prowling around. I got a bad feeling.” Will you get out of the bed you just laid down in and go to his assistance or at least make sure that one of the other preppers is on the way?
If you hear that a fellow prepper is having a hard time will you check with the others in the group to see what you all as a group can do to help?
If another fellow prepper calls on your day off (you were going to drink beer and just relax) and says, “I have a family emergency and nobody to watch the kids can you please help out, it’s very important”? Will you go or make certain someone dependable does?
If another fellow prepper’s car breaks down will you go out of your way to get him where he needs to go?
My point with all of this is:
If you don’t assist and support each other above and beyond the call of duty during the little crises now, then how can you know that you will all do so when the Shit Hits The Fan, or the ‘goblins’ are at the door?
If you can’t be relied on when societal conditions are normal then you can’t be counted upon when all hell breaks loose.
Think about that. Reflect on that. Most preppers go it alone (nature of the work), while some do form solid cohesive groups and accomplish much. The level of dedication to each other required by a group with such goals is not for everyone. And if you choose to go it alone, there is no shame in admitting that you are not prepared to make such a commitment to a group. Better now then when the SHTF.
Trust in the other ‘fishermen’ must be absolute.
Are you in……or out?
My regular article was posted earlier.
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Forging an Alliance……in or out?
By survivordan
So you are thinking about forming or joining a group of preppers….
{Are you really ready to commit?}
The thorny issue to keep in mind is that this kind of group/club is not like a chess club, pinochle club, quilting club, or any other club you might join. These people will know things about you and your preparations that you normally don't want anyone to know about. You wouldn't want your neighbors knowing that you were amassing food, supplies, weapons, etc now would you? Of course not! Your group will know. The people in your group have to be totally trustworthy. They have to be stand-up people of very good character.
On that note many will say, "No way Bubba! I'm a lone wolf! I'm a rugged individualist and I only put trust in and rely on myself! That's okay, I get it. Other people aren't reliable. You can't count on most men when the chips are down. 'Tough' guys too often collapse like wet noodles in the face of adversity and danger. (Seen it myself.) People may get greedy and pull a "Treasure of the Sierra Madres" on ya. And you've got 2 years worth of food and supplies in a retreat in the woods and you and the wife are armed to the teeth. Well...what happens if you have a natural disaster (floods, earthquake, etc) and your retreat is wiped out? How about a wildfire? Can you and your wife alone evacuate with everything you need? Do you have a place to stay with a fellow prepper? Can you stay awake for weeks on end when the starving masses are unleashed on the countryside? When the goblins are active and aggressive, can you stay awake 24/7 ? You need to go get more of something (water medicine, etc) and your wife and little ones will be left alone? I felt there was more risk in going it alone and chose to team up with a good like-minded friend and over time we brought in a few more. We avoid too many redundancies in major equipment (allowing us to focus more resources in other areas) and with our varying backgrounds/skill sets help each other to train up in various survival skills. It works for us.
The main reason that such a group is forged is for the strength of numbers in terms of equipment and training for survival and a common defense. A strong group rarely attracts the attention or at least any aggressive actions by the weak Goblin hordes. Why should they face your obviously well prepared and well armed group when there are other weaker prey? You know...the lone wolf survivalists and their vulnerable hordes of food and supplies. By the time the desperate masses get around to your group the crises may have abated and you and your community will have persevered. Yet currently (and perhaps never) you all don’t live with one another. Some of you haven’t known each other for very long. What are you going to be doing together and why? Some of you have known one or two others for many years and even all your lives. You have taken the measure of each other over the passing years and found one another dependable and having good character. You know you can depend on each other in the long run. Some of you have been acquainted for a far shorter time but you sense the same strength of character in that new acquaintance that you have seen in your long time friend or family member. And some of you rely mainly on the positive opinions, expressed by one of those you trust, of the good character of some of the new comers to your acquaintance. Character and trust are very important. When the SHTF, your life will be at stake. Risky to put your trust in others. But to trust no one is far worse. You can't stand alone for long. There have been numerous large scale disasters around the world over the years that demonstrate this principle. You must form alliances in order to prevail and perhaps even to prosper in a new world.
So with that in mind, you have gotten together and formed a survival mutual assistance/training group. Perhaps you call it a ‘Fishing Club’ to avoid the obnoxious chuckling and head shaking of the non-preparing nattering ninnies consisting of the majority of your friends and family. Doing things as a ‘hunting' club, 'hiking' club, 'fishing' club,etc. also reduces the notice and curiosity by most other people as you and your group meets and interacts to prep for an uncertain future. “Yeah we got together…to go fishin'“. But you really went ‘preppin’. You gather supplies and train together. You hope for the best but you prepare for the worst.
You must stay in touch and meet fairly regularly to set and achieve goals as you work towards having what you need to feed, shelter and protect yourselves and your loved ones in the event of a large-scale local, regional or national disaster, both man-made and natural. You must work together. Train together. Bonds have to be forged. In battle, bonds are formed that often last entire lifetimes. You are fighting a battle of sorts as you prep together, a battle against complacency, a battle against time. And though you fervently hope and pray that it never comes to that, someday it may literally come down to a battle involving the spilling of blood as you defend yourselves and your 'brother' preppers.
Motivating each other:
Motivating each other is a big part of the support offered by such a group. Often times people need the nudges of their peers to get things accomplished. “I meant to get that done last week and the week before that but….,” doesn’t cut it when your group teases you and cajoles you to get done that which you said you would get done. Ever have a workout buddy for the gym? He tells you to get off your dead ass when you’re feeling lazy and so you get to the gym when you wouldn’t have gone. And usually at the end you were glad he gave you the nudge. Hey, I can be the biggest procrastinator at times. One of the guys in my group reminded me that something couldn’t be put off again if I ever wanted to get it done. So I got off my tail and got my act together and finished preps that I had said I would.
You already intuitively know that you need to rely on yourselves and your comrades and not the government in order to persevere.
I was in New Orleans after Katrina as part of a relief contingent of Arizona deputy sheriffs and I saw what lack of any sort of prepping wrought. Disaster compounded disaster because individual people were not prepared. Neither was the government. Hundreds and hundreds of people died.
Psychological support:
Despite your intuitive knowledge and commitment to preparedness, the positive psychological support offered by others whom you respect will help keep you going forward. These like-minded people who don’t think you are a mad fool or some doomsday sayer just because you prepare for possible large scale crises will keep you going through times of doubt. You cannot ever stray from your chosen lifestyle. It’s sometimes difficult to really prep for possible disasters when everyone and his cousin is snickering up his sleeve at you. It’s hard sometimes not to get a little demoralized. Many preppers have to deal with the laughter or scorn of their own spouses or significant others. Your fellow preppers will keep you on the path.
Positive reinforcement from like-minded people can be very uplifting.
Some of you go to church. If you believe in God then you know that you don’t have to go to a church to have faith. You go to church for the fellowship. To worship together and uplift each other, especially in times of doubt and difficulty. To be with like-minded people and to be there to provide mutual support both spiritual and material when needed.
Isn’t the gathering of survival minded people very much the same thing.
To provide mutual support both for the spirit and for the physical needs of the groups members?
Mutual assistance. Part of your ‘fishing club’ credo is that you shall all support and assist and defend each other if the SHTF or God forbid it’s the big one….TEOTWAWKI and the world as you have known it is turned upside down. Maybe just for a month or two. Or maybe for many years and even decades. You folks may be working together for a very long time so you better be prepared to watch out for each other like brothers. Many, if not most, of those Others (the non-preparers) may strive to take what you and your fellow preppers have worked so hard to build up. Will you share supplies amongst each other and stand together because of your forged alliance and even take up arms if necessary? Risking your own life, to protect the property and lives of your fellow preppers; your brothers in arms at such times? You may say, “yes” and even “HELL YES !”.
Well all right! That was part of the whole object of working and training together to be a positive, cohesive and successful group. That’s why you did all that work getting together and prepping. When the Goblins come you will stand with your comrades! I’m glad you feel that way.
Meanwhile as you toil along in the ‘normal’ mundane world of everyday life……...when your brother prepper calls at 1 AM and says, “ I need some help buddy. I know you work in the morning but so do I and I’m stuck in Phoenix because my car broke down. Can you come help me? I can probably get it fixed but I’m in a bad neighborhood and I was in my old lady’s car and I have no weapon. Some young guys keep cruising by and checking my situation out. I can’t work with them prowling around. I got a bad feeling.” Will you get out of the bed you just laid down in and go to his assistance or at least make sure that one of the other preppers is on the way?
If you hear that a fellow prepper is having a hard time will you check with the others in the group to see what you all as a group can do to help?
If another fellow prepper calls on your day off (you were going to drink beer and just relax) and says, “I have a family emergency and nobody to watch the kids can you please help out, it’s very important”? Will you go or make certain someone dependable does?
If another fellow prepper’s car breaks down will you go out of your way to get him where he needs to go?
My point with all of this is:
If you don’t assist and support each other above and beyond the call of duty during the little crises now, then how can you know that you will all do so when the Shit Hits The Fan, or the ‘goblins’ are at the door?
If you can’t be relied on when societal conditions are normal then you can’t be counted upon when all hell breaks loose.
Think about that. Reflect on that. Most preppers go it alone (nature of the work), while some do form solid cohesive groups and accomplish much. The level of dedication to each other required by a group with such goals is not for everyone. And if you choose to go it alone, there is no shame in admitting that you are not prepared to make such a commitment to a group. Better now then when the SHTF.
Trust in the other ‘fishermen’ must be absolute.
Are you in……or out?
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