Monthly Archives: September 2013
The Perfect Storm Is Brewing
Hey there. What’s up Murka?
That was quite a week we just had, huh? I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that I predicted it all right here on this blog. And, like I’ve said before, putting more guns in the hands of qualified citizens is the only way to turn this trend around. Are you eligible to carry concealed in your state? If so, what’s holding you back? A future mass-shooting victim is counting on you to do more than run like a chicken shit when the inevitable kid hopped up on brain-scrambling anti-psychotics starts shooting up your restaurant, church, school, shopping center, or place of business.
Turns out last week’s horrors were just a warm-up for more fun to come. Hope you’re ready!
While we’re on the topic of guns in the streets and the looming shutdown of the federal government, it might be instructive to review what we’ve learned so far:
1) Your government is not your friend.
2) “Relax and stay calm – help is on the way!” is meaningless.
3) Some people are on your side and are working tirelessly to protect what is left of your freedom.
4) Those “cool” people you might admire, emulate, and think are your friends are a dangerous liability.
So Murka, enjoy football season and all those wonderful new TV shows as your country finally topples off the edge of that cliff it’s been teetering on for five years. Maybe during the commercials you might want to inventory your band aids, batteries, and bullets.
Just sayin’!
Back To Business As Usual (And Get That Gun Out Of My Face While You’re At It)
Looks like we might have avoided starting WWIII for now. But I’m sure the war pigs will whip up a new “crisis” to bleed us dry and piss off the rest of the nuclear weapon-equipped world before too much longer.
In the meantime, let’s get back to the business of anticipating collapse shall we?
A big part of prepping is OPSEC. OPerational SECurity is just a fancy military term that means “think before you act.” If your neighbors, friends, mother-in-law, dentist, and dog groomer don’t need to know about your preps, you’re better off not telling them.
Another thing you’re better off without is social media. Specifically, I’m talking about Facebook. I was kicked off of Facebook a while back for vociferously advocating Pro-Second Ammendment views. Serves me right, huh? But it could have gone worse…much worse.
Fact of the matter is we now live in a police state. Everything is in place for total martial law nationwide.
All that is needed is a crisis that poses a sufficiently grave “threat to national security” and the National Command Authority can invoke all the Executive powers within the NDAA.
Radley Balko is a smart guy. But he’s on Facebook. If he wasn’t a published author out to make a buck, I’d consider that an OPSEC fail.
I will develop this theme of OPSEC in future posts. In the meantime, think before you speak, before you type, before you act. Someone is probably listening. Some things can never be taken back.
I Have A Truck (Finally!)
Last week was my one year anniversary on the farm. Having declared at the outset three easily achievable goals for myself within that first year – a fence, a generator, and a truck – I found myself down to the wire and running out of time. At the last possible minute, I totally lucked into a beautifully kept low-miles 2002 Dodge Ram 1500 SLT 4X4 that I spied last Wednesday while looking out the window of my office at work. By Friday (yesterday), the title was in my sweaty hands and my trifecta of first year farm-life goals had been fulfilled (whew!)
Things I like about my first-ever truck:
1) It’s surprisingly fun to drive. Must be that Hemi under the hood. Or the aftermarket stainless dual exhaust that rumbles your butt every time you tap the accelerator. Or the howl of that aftermarket intake/filter/throttle body set up under the hood. Maybe the herculean grip of the aftermarket cross-drilled and slotted four wheel disc brakes with oversized four-piston calipers. A hot rod truck? Nah, I just bought it off a pure motorhead retired mechanic who rebuilds late-60s Chevelles and El Caminos and drops Chevy small blocks into Jeeps for fun. My Japanese bullet train can still run circles around this behemoth but, I must admit, there is a certain satisfaction to being the biggest, loudest, most obnoxious thing on the road. Good God, somebody stop me –I think I’m turning into a Murkan!
2) It has four wheel drive. No, I can’t laugh at driving in a foot of snow quite yet (gonna need proper snow tires for that). But at least I now have options beyond the former pull-over-leave-it-and-walk-home whenever it gets a teeny bit mushy out.
3) It has room to haul tons of crap. Four tons to be precise. This baby’s storage compartments have storage compartments. The bed is only a smidgen over over six feet long but that’s not an issue since the truck has the factory tow kit and is rated to pull 8,000 pounds. The extra row of seats in the cab fold up to reveal all kinds of bins and tool boxes. Very macho…and utilitarian.
4) I paid cash for this truck. That is an extremely satisfying feeling.
Things I don’t like:
1) I’ve lived so long (nearly a half-century) without a truck, that I catch myself looking out the window at the thing in the driveway and wondering “What now?” I thought I’d start hauling and schlepping from Day One but that hasn’t happened. Anybody need help moving?*
2) This beast gets absolutely atrocious mileage. You can look it up but all I’ll say is that I’ll be lucky to get (and stay) in double digits as I haul and schlepp “stuff” from there to here. So why buy a gas-hog with WWIII right around the corner? Well, after a full year of searching, I simply couldn’t find a better truck for under $10k. There was zip-nada out there. Sure I could’ve found a dirt-cheap rusted-out retired fleet truck beater but there was still no guarantee it would get better mileage and it would’ve likely crapped out on me right when I needed it most (no thanks!) So, I’ll just resign myself to looking (and sounding) fabulous (not to mention gloriously Murkan) as I burn up the last remaining gallons of those precious liquefied dinosaurs that nature will never make any more of ever again.
Now, who wants to go for a ride??!!
The Three Most Important Things
1. Location
2. Location
3. Location
Take a look at the map above. If you live in a “blue” county*, you are considered to be directly in the path of the “Golden Horde”. You might want to think about moving if post-collapse survival is high on your list of long-term goals in life.
*A complete list of “doomed” counties is here for the visually impaired.
Deja Vu All Over Again
The single biggest event to prove the concept of this blog is playing out before our very eyes. Barely a decade ago, our (supposedly elected) overlords took us to war against a Middle Eastern tyrant on faked evidence of weapons of mass destruction. And, boy, didn’t that turn out great?
I was fully prepared to declare myself a conscientious objector seven years ago when I was faced with an unavoidable deployment to that insane, illegal, slaughter in the desert. Lucky for me, I was eligible to retire before they could cut my orders. My heart bleeds for the honest men and women still in uniform who have little to look forward to but more sandy, hot, meat grinders where we inevitably find ourselves fighting Israel’s enemies…again, and again, and again.
In honor of the current painfully loud historical rhyming I offer the following bit of wisdom as an antidote. Find something in it to take with you. Make your future better. Fight the rhymes. Live for peace.
“You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is THE HOUR.
And there are things to be considered…
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation
Rhyming With History 