Not too much going on this morning. The word seems to have gotten around about the secretary of Homeland Security asking the Russians to commit to sending 4 battalions to the USA in case of unrest among the peasants, er, ah, I mean citizens. No word on whether or not the Russians have agreed to such a thing but them being told to expect 75% to 80% casualties has probably dampened any enthusiasm they might have had initially. Party time in the good old hinterland! Yessir! Good ol' Uncle Ivan wants to come help Comrade Uncle Sam but the cost might be a little too high. And we will get Stingers from the black market or through loyalists in the US forces and that will be the end of the Ruskies adventure across the pond. They just ain't got it going with their ground troops. A thousand Marines can kick the ass off of 5000 Russian infantrymen. But this is a good warning to get ready for the big dance. They are not going to give our country back without a fight so we may as well get ready to give them one. Keep your smokepole sighted in and your mind on tactics. "Then we took our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell." And don't forget ol' John Hancock! The biggest signature on the Declaration of Independence. He was the biggest smuggler on the East coast and probably got us the cannon we needed to fight the British. Crew served weapons, yessir. That little mission that the British were on at Concord and Lexington was an exercise in gun control that went wrong. The Militia shot the pieces out of the British. Shot them to pieces all the way back to Boston. The shot heard around the world. The mighty British got their asses shot off and collected no cannon from the ragged peasants out in the countryside. Hancock's little gift was safe.
I think of Braveheart every now and then. In fact it is about time to watch it to refresh my memory. Two scenes stick in my mind. One is when Braveheart's men "mooned' the whole British army just to piss 'em off. Laughed my ass off! The other scene was when the English King sent the Irish at the Scots to do them great damage and save some English casualties and the forces met in the middle of the battle field and stopped and joined forces against the English. Always try to make friends. You just never can tell when you might need them. But enough about war, though it makes my heart sing.
I have been reading http://www.frankwjames.blogspot.com/ as is my morning custom. Apparently Mr. James does not consider himself an industrial farmer but merely a man who farms 750 acres of beans and corn every year. I beg to differ with this hard working man. All corn and beans go into a multinational market that is world wide. The products from this industry go everywhere including all those products containing the wondrous high fructose corn syrup which is ubiquitous these days. The amount of corn being used to replace fossil fuel at the pump is staggering. We are literally burning our food in our gas tanks. This is a huge industry. The export of our grains is a huge industry. I grant Mr. James the fact that he is not planting multi-thousands of acres of corn and beans, but he is definitely in industrial farming by virtue of the market his crops go into. The thing Mr. James likes about his farming is that he is now off work for many months except for machinery maintenance. Ands he can do that on his time, not the market's time. My thing with Mr. James is I would like to see him get into food production for local people. And he could start small and work his way into it. I'll send him a gallon bag of Cranberry beans, which will plant a God awful amount of beans. He can learn to process them efficiently and profitably and he can help people in the neighborhood when the SHTF. He is a pretty cagey fella and will do well at this commercial food production for the local market. And since Monsanto does not control Cranberry Beans he can take off his seed for next years crop without fear of a lawsuit. Then he needs to start raising chickens and hogs and selling them locally. Bob Evans started that way. And that sausage and eggs in the morning is mighty good.
I talked to Pale Rider this morning and he is amendable to coming to the valley and checking out the local terrain for defense. This guy is damn proficient at this sort of thing and will be good counsel. My new friend in Jefferson County is sending me a couple books Monday on area defense. This could be an interesting week. Prepare as best you can and stay alive.