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Thank You 2016!


You were the greatest.  No really.  2016 was one of the best years of my life.  If you didn’t enjoy it, I am deeply sorry for you (and I have a feeling you are really, really going to hate 2017).  Heck, it was only June and I already had a “thrill going up my leg” about 2016.  The longshots won, the experts were proven wrong, the media were exposed as liars, and people who think like me got things done.  I can’t remember the last time I was this much on the winning side of history!

Here we are on the last day of this glorious year and there is no more fitting a time than now to give 2016 the credit it is due.

A car sticker with a logo encouraging people to leave the EU is seen on a car, in Llandudno, Wales.

On an international level, Globalism took a punch on the nose.  Nationalism scored big victories in unexpected places like the Philippines, the UK, Netherlands, and France.  People started waking up and realizing that letting faraway Progressivist elites run their affairs was no way to live.  Takeaway: never, ever try to tell people that you know what is best for them because you don’t.


On a national level, three political dynasties were demolished by an outsider anti-politician with zero experience.  How did he win?  By putting his fellow Americans first and foremost in everything.  Takeaway: it ain’t over ’til the fat lady waves at the balloons stupidly, poops her pantsuit, and then spazzes out while trying to climb into her getaway van.


On a personal level, I came that much closer to achieving my masterplan of escaping the trap of modern civilization and achieving self-sufficiency in a sustainable environment at a safe location.  Not only do I now know where I want to live, but I know how I am going to get there.  I also know when it is going to happen.  Faithful readers of this blog have a pretty good idea what I’m talking about…  Takeaway: don’t be surprised when I disappear because I’ve been telling you about my desire to go off-grid for years now.


I finally added a .22 rifle to my gun collection this year.  This is the gun you’re supposed to start out on as a kid.  It is the best all-around platform for target practice, varmint control, and overall shooting fun.  And it only took me 51 years to get one.  I already have a .22 pistol (a beloved Browning Buckmark “Camper”) that I’ve shot a fair amount over the years but it’s not as good at bunny-control as a scoped rifle.  I did more shooting in 2016 than in any other year I’ve been alive and it was time well spent.  A man with guns he never shoots is a bigger fool than a man with no guns at all.  Takeaway: shooting is a “use-it-or-lose-it” skill.

From a cultural perspective, 2016 was a phenomenal year.  Sports? Best ever!  How about them Cowboys?  Movies?  Everything I saw was memorable, from “10 Cloverfield Lane” to “Transpecos” to “Hell Or High Water”.  Music?  Stupendous (just so long as you avoid the dreaded plague of “Hip Hop” that self-loathing Whites just can’t seem to get enough of).  I warned you about Black “culture” – it is a culture of death that has nothing to offer Whites.  Speaking of Black death…

Denver Broncos vs Carolina Panthers, Super Bowl 50

“Beyonce” Knowles-Carter, a massively overrated Cajun-African half breed, shoved a radical Black agenda in our faces during her “performance” at the Super Bowl halftime show back in February.  She strapped “cartridge belts” across her chest ala Pancho Villa and marched her army of angry beret-wearing dancers in formation in a loving tribute to domestic terrorist outfit The Black Panthers.  It was easily the Most Offensive Moment of 2016 – even more offensive than this – and gave me that last little shove I needed to spark my own awakening as a White Nationalist and member of the Alt-Right.  The message was clear: “we are coming for you Mr. White Man.  Expect no quarter.”


Normally I would toss out a couple of predictions for the New Year.  But I am a terrible prophet.  So let me just say that 2017 is nothing to be afraid of.  Quite the contrary, I get an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction whenever I meditate on the next 365 days.  But I think it would be prudent to expect more of the same antics from the Left that we suffered through in 2016: more pointless anti-gun handwringing, more anti-police/pro-terrorism marches/chimp-outs/ambushes by Blacks, SJWs, and the various other forces that Soros is aligning for the overthrow of our way of life.  We won and they lost…for now.  When they try again, they will use every trick in the book to disrupt the return of this country to a sane, rational, and pro-American course.  Stay vigilant…

Oh, and Happy New Year!


What’s Next?


The election is over and democracy did its job.  There was only one small hitch, the wrong guy won.

Oh, don’t get me wrong!  I voted for Trump too.  And I can’t help feeling that doing so was the same as dropping a guillotine blade on a French royal’s neck circa July 1789.  I have spent the week since the election searching for a historical rhyme and that’s the best I can do.  Trump did something no other person has done in the history of this country: he singlehandedly brought down two political family dynasties, the Bushes and the Clintons.  There is no precedent for that.  There is also no precedent for how totally unexpected his victory was.  I do a lot of reading, watching, and surfing and I only heard three places making predictions of a Trump victory: 1) the Trump campaign; 2) SJW meatbag Michael Moore; and 3) that hilarious White Nationalist/Alt Right website dailystormer.

So if Trump wasn’t “supposed” to win (just like the UK wasn’t supposed to Brexit), what does that mean for us?  Is everything about the loathsome political status quo suddenly in jeopardy now?  Or was it all just a magic trick?  Will the powers-that-be comply with the wishes of the peasants and quietly step down?

I was tempted to write a post about the threat of the next two months.  About the myriad ways a delegitimized administration can (in no particular order) invalidate the election, suspend the Constitution, declare martial law, and kick off WWIII but I think you can go find all kinds of people on the internet who beat me to it.

So instead, let’s focus on our own safety and happiness in the immediate future.


If you feel surrounded and threatened by disgruntled rampaging Hillary supporters, there are a few things you can do.

  1. Move.  Look at the map above.  If you live in or near one of the blue spots, you also live in a high crime location (the red circles).  Why?  Because liberalism and racial tolerance go hand in hand.  And we all know what racial tolerance leads to.  Find the reddest, most Trump-supporting place in your part of the country and relocate to it.  By doing so, you will be guaranteed of being surrounded by friendly, like-minded people.  People who cherish liberty, being left alone, and their Second Amendment right to self-defense.  In other words, you will have found home.  I plan on doing this very thing soon (blog posts to follow!)
  2. Fight.  I will never advocate violence on this blog.  However, when faced with violence, we often have little choice but to respond in kind.  Choice of weapons is up to you but you really should have started training with them long ago.


I suppose just sitting tight and riding it out is also an option.  But you would be taking a big risk.  What if help never comes?  What if this country remains split right down the middle for the next four (or 40) years?  What if your blue state reacts to the Trump Revolution by banning your choice of weapon and declaring you a criminal?  If you live in California, you now have to submit to a background check just to buy ammo! 


While I am relieved that all went well (for the country as a whole) last Tuesday, I am dismayed that things are continuing to deteriorate in many places.  My best advice?  Find a way to get out of those places, and do it soon.  You may never get another chance.

The Coming Civil War


Our great nation is splitting in two just as surely as it did 154 years ago.  This time it’s not about men’s rights to own other men.  It’s about our rights to defend ourselves against violence in any manner that we find appropriate.

So here we are.  Another active shooter, another round of Progressive-Collectivist hand-wringing and cries for a radical Statist solution to an imaginary problem.  This is how Cultural Marxism works.  First, a gang of freedom-hating busybodies hype their pet “problem”, then they loudly push for an overreaching “solution” while insisting that we are “all in this together” and urging us to “think of the children”.  See the picture at the top of this post?  That is what they think of you in their 40th floor ivory tower penthouses in Manhattan. You are dangerous, stupid, violent, animals that need to be subjugated and punished.  The sooner the better.

It’s time we stopped playing games.  Our country, our culture, and our entire way of life is under siege.  The shooters in San Bernardino (and Chattanooga, and Boston, and Ft Hood, and a dozen other places you never heard about because it doesn’t fit the agenda) are the vanguard of an invading army.  An army of foreign religious zealots who view our Western culture as their eternal enemy. We are all under threat of extermination.  Google “Yazidi” some time if you think I’m joking.

To advocate disarming the American populace right as a hostile invasion force is landing on our shores is a cowardly act of treason.  I am confident this treason will be dealt with silently, swiftly, and efficiently by patriots – sorry, I mean “domestic terrorists” – in due course.


The truly infuriating thing about this virtual Civil War we are on the brink of is that the elites that run this country and shape how it thinks – via Congress, the Executive Branch, the media, and the entertainment industry – are all in on it.  In fact, they celebrate it.  They need widespread gun violence because that is the only way they are going to achieve the “fundamental transformation” that they have been planning for generations!  The top law enforcement official in the country called the horrific San Bernardino terrorist attack a “wonderful opportunity to make changes”.  Do you understand yet what they have planned for you?

You are the enemy of these treasonous tyrants.  I’ve been telling you this since I started this blog.  It is time you started living as if there is a giant bullseye on your back.  I predict that all of these “wonderful” transformative Marxist movements and trends will come together next year in the final year of Dear Leader’s administration.  Stayed tuned as I walk you through every historical rhyme in what is sure to be the most dynamic year of our lives.

I hope you’re prepared!



Gettin’ Down On The Mountain

A good friend of mine introduced me to Canadian alt country singer Corb Lund recently and my life was changed forever.  Why has it taken this long for someone to sing about prepping?  And Corb does it with a brilliant flair for black humor and a clear dedication to practical skills.  I like it.

This has not been a good week for the status quo.  Perhaps now would be a good time to can all that produce you grew this summer, split and stack that firewood, and buy a bit of silver.  If you were thinking about running to that cabin in the hills, it might be too late.  If you’ve already left, good luck to you!  I wish I could join you.


“Gettin’ Down On The Mountain” – Corb Lund, from “Cabin Fever” (2012, New West Records)

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothin’ left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money, son, so you just as well stop countin’
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire?
What’s that, I beg your pardon?
You’d best start thinkin’ where your food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden

Gettin’ down on the mountain, gettin’ down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down
I’ll be gettin’ down on the mountain, goin’ to ground on the mountain

When the trucks don’t run, the bread won’t come, have a hard time findin’ petrol
Water ain’t runnin’ in the city no more, do you hold any precious metal?
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky?
What’s that about overcrowdin’?
You ever seen a man who’s kids ain’t ate for seventeen days and countin’?

There ain’t no heat and the power’s gone out, it’s kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked, it’s all gridlocked, you got a shortwave handle?
Can you track the deer, can you dig the well?
I couldn’t quite hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you pass the ammo?
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you spare some ammo?


Brother can you spare some ammo?” indeed.

What? Me Panic?


So it’s officially Ebola season. Hurray! You know the Chosen Ones are serious when they appoint a “Czar” to (mis)manage the response to a crisis. And it’s always worked so well before…


What do we know about this virus? Well, we know that we can’t trust anybody in charge to make correct decisions. But don’t panic – if you’ve been prepping properly, you will survive this just fine.

First step: get educated. I highly recommend Richard Preston’s 1994 book “The Hot Zone”. I read it when it came out and it scared the crap out of me. It also made me instantly the smartest person in the room whenever the topic of Ebola came up in casual conversation (and doesn’t it always come up eventually?) Twenty years later, I made myself read it again and then passed my copy around to everybody I know who gives a damn. Be smart and get your own copy (used paperbacks are only a buck or two on amazon) and start reading it pronto.

Next step: keep an eye on current events. Notice I didn’t say “Watch/read the news”? That’s because it’s almost all lies and disinformation. There is quite obviously an agenda behind our government’s response to this disaster and I’m not convinced it’s totally righteous.

Right now “panicking” would be a much more prudent course of action than relaxing. If you “panic” you will be skeptical of the public health system’s “plan”; you will resist (violently if necessary) resettlement in quarantine camps; you will stay more than ten feet away from strangers, especially West Africans; you will abandon silly social customs like handshaking, kissing and hugging; you will know when to stay home from work and when to keep the kids out of school; you will buy a few extra masks, some bleach, plastic sheeting; you will think twice before getting on a crowded airliner to go see Grandma at Thanksgiving/Christmas; etc. I know you’re smarter than that. You know where to look this stuff up.

If you “panic” you might still be alive when the virus finally dies out a few years from now. Stop for a second a go to the link in the previous sentence. Read it all. That’s what we are in for. Advances in science and medicine are totally cancelled out by the speed and distances of jet travel combined with a human species that is more heavily urbanized and densely packed than ever before in history. Will Ebola kill 3-5% of the world’s population just like the Spanish Flu did in 1918? That seems totally plausible to me.


In the meantime, watch as the system strains to stay two steps behind good old Mother Nature. Stay well, stay smart, and stay alive!

Got Roof Koreans?


Hello RWH readers! You may have been wondering where I’ve been for the past ten weeks. I won’t lie, I’ve been busy and uninspired. Busy with the farm and all the bounty it has provided in this hugely successful year. And uninspired by recent events. It’s always the same thing, as if I’ve picked up a newspaper from 1968 (or 1988): hemorrhagic fever (Ebola, etc) killing thousands in sub-Saharan Africa, Israel bombing kids in Gaza, urban mobs looting their own neighborhoods, and dimwit errand-boys of global banksters desperately trying to get World War III kicked off over something mysteriously random like a planeload of dead civilians in Ukraine. Where have we seen stories like these before? Current events are rhyming so hard with history right now that I have been at a loss for words. Until today.

In 1992, another neighborhood was burnt to the ground by angry mobs. Only, that time was slightly different. The business owners fought back.

Today, it’s some kind of sick joke to offer the services of “roof Koreans” to businesses in Ferguson, MO.

As regular readers of this blog already know, I waste no love for Murka’s hyper-militarized law enforcement. I’ve called them “Tactical Timmys” and “regime goons”. Bill Buppert calls them “coproaches”. I think I’ll steal that!


The cognitive dissonance must be excruciating. You can’t just be suspicious of The State when it’s convenient for your agenda. Stormtroopers are either good, as when they are intimidating freedom-loving ranchers, or they are bad, like when they are tear-gassing crowds of black looters. Which is it? I’ve asked you this question many times right here on this blog: are you on the side of The State, the regime, and its entire agenda? Or are you on the side of the populace who are constantly finding themselves crushed by this agenda? You simply cannot have it both ways.

I’m torn on Ferguson. On the one hand, I am suspicious of cops who shoot before they think. On the other hand, I find it sadly predictable that some people know no better than to loot and burn when they feel outrage. One thing I do know is that I never want to be trapped inside an urban hell like the St. Louis metropolitan area. And if I am, I’m hiring me some roof Koreans.

Blending In And Spotting “Them”

It’s June (finally) and you know what that means: time to do some serious gardening! Compared to last year, we have more beds filled with a larger variety of plants. Also, since the winter was harder and Spring was slightly late, we have had an extra week or two to prepare for Summer here on the farm.

In addition, we’ve doubled our strawberry plots since last year, put in more blueberries, and added blackberries. Plus our fruit trees that we put in last year look like they will give fruit this year. Next up is a dedicated chicken run for our laying hens so we can stop chasing them around the yard.

So while I don my farmer’s hat and head out to till the earth, let me leave you to refresh a couple of essential OPSEC principles.

First and foremost is blend in. Don’t stand out and you won’t get noticed. When you prep, prep as if your entire neighborhood is watching you. Why? Because they probably are!

Second is be careful who you talk to. This is particularly important if you are a member of a patriot organization. Since the showdown at the Bundy Ranch, the regime’s goon squads are getting itchy for a rematch. It is safe to assume they have penetrated every militia, every prepper co-op, and every gun rights group in the country. Action – in the form of another Ruby Ridge or another Waco – will come soon after the mid-term elections, or by next Spring at the latest.

In the meantime, keep working on your preps and your garden. Oh, what’s that you say? You don’t have a garden? So sorry!

The ABCs of MREs

Few things satisfy like a “Meal Ready To Eat” or “MRE“. OK, let me rephrase: few things satisfy after a sweaty 20-mile hump under a loaded ruck like an MRE.

So maybe you’re like most adventurous outdoorsy prepper types and have eaten a few “Mister E’s” (get it?), but do you know everything there is to know about the shelf life, proper storage, and safe use of MRE’s?

Knowledge is here.

Molon Labe in Connecticut Part II

Last week, I gave you a SITREP on the impending gun-grab in CT. This week, I will war-game some possible outcomes and lay out a plausible time line.


First, let’s study the enemy. A Branford, CT cop named Joseph Peterson recently volunteered a testiclein public – for the opportunity to “bang down” a citizen’s door and grab that citizen’s (unregistered) gun.


Another citizen, a veteran named John Cinque, wisely asked his friend Peterson for some consideration when the door banging time comes. Smart move!


Officer Peterson immediately realized that he’d shown a bit too much enthusiasm about enforcing unconstitutional laws and shut down his Facebook account. He was too late though, his boss found out and suspended him.

Keep in mind, these are the same “public servants” who have declared that they are our “masters”.

Last week, a patriot-prepper group in North Carolina swung into action and asked the Governor of Connecticut to give the state 72 hours notice before he orders the stormtroopers to begin the door kicking. The group’s spokesperson, Lewis Arthur, describes the action his group is taking in this interesting and rather ballsy youtube video.


Let’s add it all up: Constitutional crisis in a progressive Northeastern state? Check. Near-total lack of public compliance with mandatory gun and high capacity magazine laws? Check. Patriots from out of state pledging support for Connecticut gun owners? Check. Sounds just like 1775…

That’s the fuel. The spark? Federal government involvement. The state government of Connecticut is clearly in over its collective head and will likely ask for help in executing any confiscation operation.

That leaves us with three potential outcomes:

1) The Governor of Connecticut blinks and backs down. No confiscation occurs this year.

2) Dear Leader sends in troops and crushes the rebellious citizens of Connecticut. This conveniently sends a signal to patriots in the other 49 states that it’s game on. American Revolution II starts promptly thereafter.

3) Something in between action and inaction results. More “public servants” are caught and embarrassed for expressing their secret self-castration desires and collectivist-statist marching orders. More patriots voice their outrage. Demonstrations are held, speeches are made, three percent of the population has a near-aneurysm. The rest of Murka sleepily scratches itself, grunts “Meh” and wonders if it’s football season yet.

When does it start? Well, April is traditionally the month when crazy people do crazy things so let’s keep on eye on the next six weeks or so. I trust you bought enough ammo.

Behold: Our Future


The coming collapse will make a rather large percentage of us homeless. This is the dirty secret of prepping. After all, what is “bugging in” after the bank has repossessed your house, your car, and every other thing of value you bought on credit? What will you do after your employer “downsizes” or “outsources” your job? How will you pay bills after a massive devaluation of both the stock market and the dollar wipes out your savings? This is the best reason for making the bulk of your preps camping gear. If you have a good tent, a few good sleeping bags, and a reliable cook stove, the rest of your gear is gravy. The best advice I can give you is to practice using it – starting now – and get comfortable with living outdoors.


Those currently homeless will hardly notice the collapse. I envy them that.