I am getting tired of the endless debate about what has caused our present distress. Just looking at life from the viewpoist of a natural man should be enough to convince you that things are not going to be good in the future. In fact, things could get downright hellish without too much provocation. I tire of the folks who participate in endless discussions of why it is all happening. The time of discussion has come and gone. We live in the here and now. And here and now ain't looking too good. Not that I would stifle discussion among a free people, but there comes a time when action must be taken. And that action involves preparing for the coming hard times. And if you don't believe in the coming hard times then God help you.
The media is acting, for the most part, as if this is just a blip on the screen and it will soon pass and we will get back to our credit and consumerism as if nothing ever happened. Talk about a fantasy world! Of course, the media will not bring it's wrath down on it's old buddy the government. They are in cahoots. And as long as they can keep you crammed full of propaganda they can go on with their ripping and tearing of the public. You, dear reader, are a member of the public. Welcome to Reality 101. All the blather put out by the media is too keep YOU on the straight and narrow. YOU are the intended target of all the propaganda. Everybody thinks they are too smart to be fooled by the government and the government knows this and is puting this stuff out for those folks who drool a lot. Well, they think ALL of you drool a lot. There are guys with great big fancy degrees in Psychology and things like that who figure out what you should be told and what is to be withheld. And it is YOU who forms their intended victim. You, you, you! And me of course. We are the folks with the drool on us, so wipe your shirt off and pay attention.
We have a slight chance of making it if things go South. Why is this? Because we are survivalists. We are preppers. We recognize that things are going to become tough for people and we are making allowances to cushion the blow. Not a big deal, but not popualar with the Madison Avenue types. They still want to enslave you with debt and take any surplus you might have and get it in a non-existant retirement fund to invest in things they know will fail but make them huge commissions and bonuses. Greed is the buzz word here. As long as the host has some blood in it's veins, the Vampires will stick their fangs in and suck it out.
So your duty, and mine, is to get that set of fangs out of us and get to keeping our life's blood for ourselves. The Spirit is in the blood and thoise without blood will have no spirit. They will be guant eyed and hollow creatures, plodding their way through life, if you want to call it a life.
The trolls and lurkers on the blogs ae merely folks that have not been acclimated to thinking for themselves. They need help. And who better to help them than a survivalist! Just keep pointing out the discrepancies of what it being said and what is really going on and sooner or later the slow lads may get the maessage. In the meantime you prepare. You keep getting ready. We already know that we can't lose on our food and ammo. You can always eat it and shoot it. And living at a retreat is a treat and makes you money to boot! And what makes you money is a good thing. We are not afraid! We face the future with a resonable, sound mind. We have good thinking to back us up. And we are not going to let a propaganda machine talk us out of it. No way. Laugh at them. Poke fun at them. Ridicule them without mercy. Keep the dialogue going both directions! Never pass up an opportunity to kick a little dirt on the opposition. If God gives you an opportunity then you take it and go like hell! Take no prisoners.
I hope theotherryan had a very nice wedding and it proves to be a successful marriage. We neeed stable families in this country.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
SAME OLD STUFF
I just got through looking at the market results for the day and it is the same old story. No one knows what to do about a damn thing. So be it! I am tired of watching the dumb bunnies in their struggle to fight the inevitable.
Maybery and somne others are making great strides in their prepping routines. I am enjoying their works. These guys have a crack at surviving the coming bad times.
I am still going for beans and corn from my garden. I am admonishing others to do the same or something close to it.
I do see a lot of money being spent on pistols that I would never buy. If I have to go out and the area is not secure I will go with a shotgun. I can go get my mail with a shotgun in my hands. I can go with a lookout also. I ain't paying $700 for a pistol to handle the job.
A couple guys are doing the camping trailer thing. Dragon is doing a Yurt. People are using their imaginations and their personal talents to handle their need for shelter in case of hard times.
The real good news is that people are prepping. And they are doing a prety good job of it. There are people who are helping other people and you don't find that at the bank or at Walmart. Help from people is a great step down the road of survival. The way things look right now I am going to keep going along with my prediction of food riots this Summer.
Not only do I have the inside track on the weather, courtesy of Dragon, but I now have the knowledge of floods in the corn belt. The floods are going to raise hell with our food production this year and the USA doesn't produce much of anything anymore BUT food. If we can't produce food then we are sunk. Face it.
Our landmark buildings in Nu Yawk Sity are being sold. So long, America. The Chrysler Building and the Flatiron Building have been sold. "Good morning America, how are ya'? Don't you know that I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans and I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done." Man. This country really used to be something. But we had progress, you see. And our country has been sold out from under us. And I am saddened by that. We were the country with broad shoulders. We had the steel from our mills and the steel of our souls. I hate to see some of it go. But, it's a new class and the blackboard has to be completely cleaned. Let's see know...the East and West coast will be sold off piece meal. That leaves the middle where I live. I'll hold out as long as God allows. And I think he will allow.
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HERE'S A POST FROM WOLVERINE
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One Cheap Dinner
This story starts back a couple months. My youngest son had taken a load of scrap down to the yard for a little extra cash. While he was at the non-ferrous yard a guy comes in trying to scrap out a pair of case iron frying pans. The man is told those go across the road to the ferrous yard and he says screw it, he will toss them in the dumpster if that is ok. My son, being that same quiet, shy, type that his father is, asks the guy if he can have them. Number Two son tosses the nine inch fry pans into his truck and brings them home. We put them out in the barn in the barter stuff.
Ok, today I get home from work and find Number One son here. He came up to use my computer and print out some stuff and to get some food. After we chat for a while he decides to go to a neighboring town and do some dumpster diving. He has always had good luck there for some reason and figures, WTF, he had the time. I ride along for moral support and to act as a lookout I guess.
We pull around back of the store and the dumpsters a brimming with stuff. We find sweet corn, potatoes, blueberries, raspberries, bananas, melons, tomatoes, mushrooms, bread, donuts and a load of meat. Some stuff is cool to the touch and some is the temps as the 80 degree ambient air. We are selective and gather the stuff that we feel is still safe to eat. We both lamented the fact that the meat was hot to the touch. We also left the tomatoes since there is a national recall because of the salmonella outbreak. They are probably fine, but why…..
Number One grabs some chicken out of the freezer from an earlier raid on the same dumpster and we start dinner. Number One likes to cook, is good at it, and can make a great meal out of almost nothing. He makes a Lebanese sauce for the chicken and starts grilling them. I dice up a couple potatoes and toss them in the only frying pan in the house. I then cut up a package of mushrooms and realize that we only brought one frying pan with us when we moved back to the farm. I ran out to the barn and spotted the two barter pans. I took them over to a sand pile and scrubbed them out, washed them up in the sink and set them on the store to warm. A coating of oil and they were ready to go. (Yes, I know I needed to bake them and all that but I didn’t have the time. Besides, you would be surprised what you can sometimes do and it still works.) The mushrooms went in a pan and those were cooking away.
Number One son come back in from the grill and puts a handful of backpacking French onion soup in the spuds. He adds some spices and juices to the mushrooms and spuds and then we wash the fruit and make up three fruit bowls to go with dinner. The wife comes home from work just as we are setting the last of the food on the table.
Dinner was grilled Lebanese chicken, browned potatoes with French onion soup sauce, sautéed mushrooms, and three fruit salad in a bowl. Pumpernickel bread and butter were served as well, but no one ate that. Every single item on the table except the butter came out of a dumpster. Our only cost was the spices and ingredients that we used for the cooking. Even one of the fry pans came out of a dumpster as it were. More meals or at least parts of meals will come from the items we still haven’t used up yet.
One cheap meal a week and how much money could you save? I know we saved a fair amount on the grocery bill today. These times call for some non-traditional thinking. My wife laughed when we told her where her dinner came from, but we still can’t tell her until after she has eaten or she won’t eat. Still she has come a long way. If my wife can learn to laugh at a dumpster dinner then there is hope for all your spouses. As for Number One son and I; we are always on the lookout for one cheap dinner.
Wolverine
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HERE IS A REPLY FROM RANGERMAN
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. . interesting.
My father runs the transfer station for a small town. I don't know how much stuff I've scored through him, but it's a lot. I have a nice Echo weed wacker that I've been using for 5 years that came from the transfer station. A woman was throwing it out, my father was helping her, he set the weed wacker to the side, she left, he tried it, and it fired right up. I've had no problems with it for 5 years, and I still use it.
We recently replaced our small, old television with a larger, old television from the transfer - works great. Lumber, I've scored tons of lumber from the transfer station, salvaged concrete blocks, etc. I've even received a soldier's kevlar helmet and nice camo netting that a game warden was throwing out. This doesn't count the numerous old Nintendo game systems, and misc. other tons of stuff that he's given me to place on eBay where I've sold stuff for big money. I sold an old cast iron kids John Deere tractor for $200+ on eBay - from the transfer station. An old set of brass horse stirrups for $150+. I sold an older marine Garmin GPS from the transfer station for $100. The list goes on. I split the eBay profits with him.
Talk about scrap metal, he and his co-worker salvage all of the gas grill covers, copper, electrical wire, etc. until they have a pickup load, and they usually score about $700 - each! It takes 8-10 months to get that much, but still. People throw out old doors all the time, and he has a guy that makes signs, gives my father $5 for each old door. There was a cedar swingset maker that would throw out 4x4 and 4x6 scrap pieces of cedar up to 4' long. I use them for container gardening. I use salvaged metal fence posts to hold up the fencing that keeps the deer out.
You'll particularly like this one. This one woman came to the transfer station a few years ago, my father was helping her unload her trash, he tossed one bag into the compactor and heard an abnormal *ting* sound. She left and he went to investigate, opened up the trash bag and found - I'm not kidding - a 9mm Astra handgun. The barrel was removed and sawed in half with a hacksaw, and the recoil spring was toast. My father, having retired from the law enforcement field years ago, had a past co-worker of his run the serial number - no problems. This was just their way of getting rid of it. He gave it to me, and I called all over God's creation before I finally found a replacement barrel and recoil spring for 90-some bucks.
I presently have a variety of items including an old stereo sound mixer, another Nintendo, and a really old electric massage . . thingy . . that I'm waiting to list on eBay, probably in November as people gear up for the holidays.
I've yet to eat any of the food, though . . .
- RM
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Stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Maybery and somne others are making great strides in their prepping routines. I am enjoying their works. These guys have a crack at surviving the coming bad times.
I am still going for beans and corn from my garden. I am admonishing others to do the same or something close to it.
I do see a lot of money being spent on pistols that I would never buy. If I have to go out and the area is not secure I will go with a shotgun. I can go get my mail with a shotgun in my hands. I can go with a lookout also. I ain't paying $700 for a pistol to handle the job.
A couple guys are doing the camping trailer thing. Dragon is doing a Yurt. People are using their imaginations and their personal talents to handle their need for shelter in case of hard times.
The real good news is that people are prepping. And they are doing a prety good job of it. There are people who are helping other people and you don't find that at the bank or at Walmart. Help from people is a great step down the road of survival. The way things look right now I am going to keep going along with my prediction of food riots this Summer.
Not only do I have the inside track on the weather, courtesy of Dragon, but I now have the knowledge of floods in the corn belt. The floods are going to raise hell with our food production this year and the USA doesn't produce much of anything anymore BUT food. If we can't produce food then we are sunk. Face it.
Our landmark buildings in Nu Yawk Sity are being sold. So long, America. The Chrysler Building and the Flatiron Building have been sold. "Good morning America, how are ya'? Don't you know that I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans and I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done." Man. This country really used to be something. But we had progress, you see. And our country has been sold out from under us. And I am saddened by that. We were the country with broad shoulders. We had the steel from our mills and the steel of our souls. I hate to see some of it go. But, it's a new class and the blackboard has to be completely cleaned. Let's see know...the East and West coast will be sold off piece meal. That leaves the middle where I live. I'll hold out as long as God allows. And I think he will allow.
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HERE'S A POST FROM WOLVERINE
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One Cheap Dinner
This story starts back a couple months. My youngest son had taken a load of scrap down to the yard for a little extra cash. While he was at the non-ferrous yard a guy comes in trying to scrap out a pair of case iron frying pans. The man is told those go across the road to the ferrous yard and he says screw it, he will toss them in the dumpster if that is ok. My son, being that same quiet, shy, type that his father is, asks the guy if he can have them. Number Two son tosses the nine inch fry pans into his truck and brings them home. We put them out in the barn in the barter stuff.
Ok, today I get home from work and find Number One son here. He came up to use my computer and print out some stuff and to get some food. After we chat for a while he decides to go to a neighboring town and do some dumpster diving. He has always had good luck there for some reason and figures, WTF, he had the time. I ride along for moral support and to act as a lookout I guess.
We pull around back of the store and the dumpsters a brimming with stuff. We find sweet corn, potatoes, blueberries, raspberries, bananas, melons, tomatoes, mushrooms, bread, donuts and a load of meat. Some stuff is cool to the touch and some is the temps as the 80 degree ambient air. We are selective and gather the stuff that we feel is still safe to eat. We both lamented the fact that the meat was hot to the touch. We also left the tomatoes since there is a national recall because of the salmonella outbreak. They are probably fine, but why…..
Number One grabs some chicken out of the freezer from an earlier raid on the same dumpster and we start dinner. Number One likes to cook, is good at it, and can make a great meal out of almost nothing. He makes a Lebanese sauce for the chicken and starts grilling them. I dice up a couple potatoes and toss them in the only frying pan in the house. I then cut up a package of mushrooms and realize that we only brought one frying pan with us when we moved back to the farm. I ran out to the barn and spotted the two barter pans. I took them over to a sand pile and scrubbed them out, washed them up in the sink and set them on the store to warm. A coating of oil and they were ready to go. (Yes, I know I needed to bake them and all that but I didn’t have the time. Besides, you would be surprised what you can sometimes do and it still works.) The mushrooms went in a pan and those were cooking away.
Number One son come back in from the grill and puts a handful of backpacking French onion soup in the spuds. He adds some spices and juices to the mushrooms and spuds and then we wash the fruit and make up three fruit bowls to go with dinner. The wife comes home from work just as we are setting the last of the food on the table.
Dinner was grilled Lebanese chicken, browned potatoes with French onion soup sauce, sautéed mushrooms, and three fruit salad in a bowl. Pumpernickel bread and butter were served as well, but no one ate that. Every single item on the table except the butter came out of a dumpster. Our only cost was the spices and ingredients that we used for the cooking. Even one of the fry pans came out of a dumpster as it were. More meals or at least parts of meals will come from the items we still haven’t used up yet.
One cheap meal a week and how much money could you save? I know we saved a fair amount on the grocery bill today. These times call for some non-traditional thinking. My wife laughed when we told her where her dinner came from, but we still can’t tell her until after she has eaten or she won’t eat. Still she has come a long way. If my wife can learn to laugh at a dumpster dinner then there is hope for all your spouses. As for Number One son and I; we are always on the lookout for one cheap dinner.
Wolverine
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HERE IS A REPLY FROM RANGERMAN
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. . interesting.
My father runs the transfer station for a small town. I don't know how much stuff I've scored through him, but it's a lot. I have a nice Echo weed wacker that I've been using for 5 years that came from the transfer station. A woman was throwing it out, my father was helping her, he set the weed wacker to the side, she left, he tried it, and it fired right up. I've had no problems with it for 5 years, and I still use it.
We recently replaced our small, old television with a larger, old television from the transfer - works great. Lumber, I've scored tons of lumber from the transfer station, salvaged concrete blocks, etc. I've even received a soldier's kevlar helmet and nice camo netting that a game warden was throwing out. This doesn't count the numerous old Nintendo game systems, and misc. other tons of stuff that he's given me to place on eBay where I've sold stuff for big money. I sold an old cast iron kids John Deere tractor for $200+ on eBay - from the transfer station. An old set of brass horse stirrups for $150+. I sold an older marine Garmin GPS from the transfer station for $100. The list goes on. I split the eBay profits with him.
Talk about scrap metal, he and his co-worker salvage all of the gas grill covers, copper, electrical wire, etc. until they have a pickup load, and they usually score about $700 - each! It takes 8-10 months to get that much, but still. People throw out old doors all the time, and he has a guy that makes signs, gives my father $5 for each old door. There was a cedar swingset maker that would throw out 4x4 and 4x6 scrap pieces of cedar up to 4' long. I use them for container gardening. I use salvaged metal fence posts to hold up the fencing that keeps the deer out.
You'll particularly like this one. This one woman came to the transfer station a few years ago, my father was helping her unload her trash, he tossed one bag into the compactor and heard an abnormal *ting* sound. She left and he went to investigate, opened up the trash bag and found - I'm not kidding - a 9mm Astra handgun. The barrel was removed and sawed in half with a hacksaw, and the recoil spring was toast. My father, having retired from the law enforcement field years ago, had a past co-worker of his run the serial number - no problems. This was just their way of getting rid of it. He gave it to me, and I called all over God's creation before I finally found a replacement barrel and recoil spring for 90-some bucks.
I presently have a variety of items including an old stereo sound mixer, another Nintendo, and a really old electric massage . . thingy . . that I'm waiting to list on eBay, probably in November as people gear up for the holidays.
I've yet to eat any of the food, though . . .
- RM
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Stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Monday, June 9, 2008
THE CONVENTION IS OVER!
Our convention is over. Some good times and some interesting times. Some joy and some disappointment. But all good for what ails you. We had a time with a Oneness type who was ppreaching his thing. We are bascially Twoness around here. We believe in the Father and the Son. Interesting discourse.
Then we had our first evening meeting and I decided to let it all hang out on the situation of the world as it presently exists. I ran through the whole thing, top to bottom. And I got no rebuttal! Couldn't believe it. Generally the "steady as she goes guys" will come out with their standard line of thinking about how everything is going to be okay again, real quick. I was prepared to debate them and plow them under if necessary but no one seemed to want to take it on. Current events were too heavily on my side I reckon. The word is getting out that the dollar ain't worth a damn any more. The price of gasoline can be seen at every gas station. The word came out that only 4% of the people in this counry make $100,000 per year or more. The unemplyment rate is known by everybody. And the quoted inflation rate has nothing to do with the cost of staying alive in this country. The picture is pretty much a joke to those who want to paint a picture of recovery and future growth. When I got done they were mostly stifled. But then again, who can stand against a half way well informed survivalist? Not many. The facts were bearing me out and the rosy picture was a far off gleam from the past.
My talk was followed by a brother who generally paints a rosy picture. He is a business man and wants the price and the market to stay up there for his continued success. Not bad hopes, just limited possibilities. But it is good to listen to this kind of thinking. If nothing else it makes you aware of the thinking our fellow citizens are doing. But the brother who talked after me was not into talking a rosy picture. Surprised the hell out of ME! He was into talking about people behind closed doors in corporations who sign documants and make deals and control the world's goods and services. Secretive men, not known by the general public. Rich men who will have money and power no matter what. Men who love war because it is so profitable. Men who will do ANYTHING to make more money. "The LOVE of money is the root of all evil." Men who control markets and commodities and Gold and Silver and precious stones. Men who would foster disease upon humanity to make a huge pile of cash from a cure. Despicable men. We will find them out one of these days and they will be in big trouble. Bit trouble indeed. There were other talks of interest but I have covered what I can remember with any accuracy.
Sunday afternoon was spent in talking about the Oneness Doctrine and it's shortcomings. One brother was particularly annointed and I felt the power of God hit me. I talked to my wife and she felt it also. Sunday night was spent in reaching out to the Spirit in hopes of a cure for the sick or a message for the future.
This fine Monday mornng is being spent catching up on the blog and getting the Handamiden out the door to get me some Beetle killer. We have some good home made recipes but I doubt their ability to go thorugh a small sparyer nozzle so I will use something from the store. If I had lots of pliable young backs I would use the homemade stuff but I don't so I will do the next best thing. If the situation was even worse than it is now I would apply by hand as best I can and go from there. I had a normal breakfast this morning and I am giving my body a break from the processed foods it has taken in the last couple of days. Thank God I can get back to foraged greens and home cooked food. That other stuff will kill you.
I personally feel that some heretofore unaffected people were touched by the reality of life this weekend. We had a small contingent from Georgia and the listened to every word spoken about the situation in the world economy. I watched them and they were very attentive. The Oneness people were the least interested in the current era of trouble. Jesus was going to save them. That was just about the extent of their involvement in current affairs. I reckon they are about 2000 years behind the times on the news.
The religions suffered at my hands, as usual. God got lifted up and religions got slammed. Pretty standard fare coming from me. I also got a remembrance of my mentor saying that the powers that be would turn the average american into a peon in the near future. This was 20 years ago. He was a very inspired man indeed.
I must go now and do something for a friend who has lung cancer. And I cannot be remiss in handling this. Have a good day and stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Then we had our first evening meeting and I decided to let it all hang out on the situation of the world as it presently exists. I ran through the whole thing, top to bottom. And I got no rebuttal! Couldn't believe it. Generally the "steady as she goes guys" will come out with their standard line of thinking about how everything is going to be okay again, real quick. I was prepared to debate them and plow them under if necessary but no one seemed to want to take it on. Current events were too heavily on my side I reckon. The word is getting out that the dollar ain't worth a damn any more. The price of gasoline can be seen at every gas station. The word came out that only 4% of the people in this counry make $100,000 per year or more. The unemplyment rate is known by everybody. And the quoted inflation rate has nothing to do with the cost of staying alive in this country. The picture is pretty much a joke to those who want to paint a picture of recovery and future growth. When I got done they were mostly stifled. But then again, who can stand against a half way well informed survivalist? Not many. The facts were bearing me out and the rosy picture was a far off gleam from the past.
My talk was followed by a brother who generally paints a rosy picture. He is a business man and wants the price and the market to stay up there for his continued success. Not bad hopes, just limited possibilities. But it is good to listen to this kind of thinking. If nothing else it makes you aware of the thinking our fellow citizens are doing. But the brother who talked after me was not into talking a rosy picture. Surprised the hell out of ME! He was into talking about people behind closed doors in corporations who sign documants and make deals and control the world's goods and services. Secretive men, not known by the general public. Rich men who will have money and power no matter what. Men who love war because it is so profitable. Men who will do ANYTHING to make more money. "The LOVE of money is the root of all evil." Men who control markets and commodities and Gold and Silver and precious stones. Men who would foster disease upon humanity to make a huge pile of cash from a cure. Despicable men. We will find them out one of these days and they will be in big trouble. Bit trouble indeed. There were other talks of interest but I have covered what I can remember with any accuracy.
Sunday afternoon was spent in talking about the Oneness Doctrine and it's shortcomings. One brother was particularly annointed and I felt the power of God hit me. I talked to my wife and she felt it also. Sunday night was spent in reaching out to the Spirit in hopes of a cure for the sick or a message for the future.
This fine Monday mornng is being spent catching up on the blog and getting the Handamiden out the door to get me some Beetle killer. We have some good home made recipes but I doubt their ability to go thorugh a small sparyer nozzle so I will use something from the store. If I had lots of pliable young backs I would use the homemade stuff but I don't so I will do the next best thing. If the situation was even worse than it is now I would apply by hand as best I can and go from there. I had a normal breakfast this morning and I am giving my body a break from the processed foods it has taken in the last couple of days. Thank God I can get back to foraged greens and home cooked food. That other stuff will kill you.
I personally feel that some heretofore unaffected people were touched by the reality of life this weekend. We had a small contingent from Georgia and the listened to every word spoken about the situation in the world economy. I watched them and they were very attentive. The Oneness people were the least interested in the current era of trouble. Jesus was going to save them. That was just about the extent of their involvement in current affairs. I reckon they are about 2000 years behind the times on the news.
The religions suffered at my hands, as usual. God got lifted up and religions got slammed. Pretty standard fare coming from me. I also got a remembrance of my mentor saying that the powers that be would turn the average american into a peon in the near future. This was 20 years ago. He was a very inspired man indeed.
I must go now and do something for a friend who has lung cancer. And I cannot be remiss in handling this. Have a good day and stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
MORE ON GROUP SURIVAL AND RELIGION AND WHATEVER POPS UP
Man. The readers just about blew my doors off over my last post. Apparently there are some spots on our feasts of charity. Some people feel left out. Some people can't find any friends to group with. Some people have mates that aren't exactly pro-prepping. And all kinds of stuff got mentioned and talked about. I was busy answering emails but I must admit that they were very interesting. It has been my position that survivalists are at the high end of the intelligence scale in this country and the response has proven it.
Group survival has struck a chord in a lot of people. And it only makes sense. No one can do it all. You have to sleep sometime! But survival is also common sense. And History is full of stories about how our ancestors made it. A hundred and fifty years ago people didn't live in town, for the most part. They lived in little towns and villages. They lived close to where there was food. Cheap food. Or free food. I would surmise that there aren't too many small farmers who wouldn't let you plant a garden on their land. They would when I was a kid. Growing food is their business and I think they admire others that want to do it. Of course I go back to the time when farmers plowed and disced their fields every year. It was nothing for them to leave you a small plot in a corner. It would get plowed and disced and the rest was up to you. If you didn't do anything with it I would say that the next year you would have trouble getting the favor again.
But if you have your own land and a group of people you can grow CROP GARDENS. That is what I like. Don't grow a few bushes of beans. Grow a sizable plot of them and have lots of beans for lots of people. Grow enough to have food for a whole year! That is the way it was done not many years ago. People really knew how to garden back then, and they will develop the skills again. I suppose the Handmaiden and I have a dozen books or more on how to garden. Lots of folks could borrow them and read 'em. And many hands make light work. All that weeding would go quickly if a whole camp got up and weeded the garden as a group. Done in no time.
I do not think the rioting will last very long in this country after it breaks out. Two or three weeks at the most. After that the detention camps will have all the rioters sequestered and out of the way. When folks are walking the land and looking for food you can have some mean experiences. Shotguns are a remedy for this. Asking for food is one thing, stealing food from the mouths of the people is a whole
different trip. You gotta look out for the people. And you gotta have people!
I wish to bring up the subject of religion. You ain't supposed to do that. It is not politically correct. But I don't like religions. Can't hardly stand 'em. I consider them to be abominations before God. Am I making myself clear? Is there any more dirt you think I should kick on religions? If it will help you, I will kick. No problem.
There has been more people killed in the name of religion than we can count. There has been more ruin and slavery done in the name of religion than anything else. I am tired of it all! I will serve God and that is that. You can take your religion and shove it for all I care. Again! Have I made myself clear? I will do what I get from God to do and rejoice in it. But I will not give one drop of sweat to a religion.
I have a way to cope with religionists. I call it the grinding of the millstones. I will listen to a religionist preach but he has to listen to what I have to say also. And religionists don't like to share the floor. The high and mighty don't need to hear a crude fellow from back in a holler saying things about God! They mostly like it when the sheep come in, sit down in silence, listen to their sermon, leave their money and then leave. Not to be seen for another week. In another week they return, walk into their stanchion and get the treatment again. Pathetic. What if God has sent a snaggled tooth old crone with the message he wants heard that day? Well, it ain't gonna be heard, that's what. The US-HERS will have her out of there so fast you won't even recognize the time passed. And God's message never got delivered. Who in the hell ever said that some pimp for a religion had the only word from God for ANYBODY at any given time. Disgusting. I'll lose half my readers for this rant but I can just put it off as the skimming of the dross. But you can preach to me if I get to preach to you.
I was going to write about guns today. I haven't had a gun post for a few weeks and folks might think I was getting soft or something. Get you some good firearms, something that will protect you and those you love. Go shotgun, 22 LR and 30 caliber something or another. Get what you can shoot. No sense developing a world class flinch from getting yourself too much gun. After all, you want to hit the target not make an audio impression. I must go now. I will be trying to stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Group survival has struck a chord in a lot of people. And it only makes sense. No one can do it all. You have to sleep sometime! But survival is also common sense. And History is full of stories about how our ancestors made it. A hundred and fifty years ago people didn't live in town, for the most part. They lived in little towns and villages. They lived close to where there was food. Cheap food. Or free food. I would surmise that there aren't too many small farmers who wouldn't let you plant a garden on their land. They would when I was a kid. Growing food is their business and I think they admire others that want to do it. Of course I go back to the time when farmers plowed and disced their fields every year. It was nothing for them to leave you a small plot in a corner. It would get plowed and disced and the rest was up to you. If you didn't do anything with it I would say that the next year you would have trouble getting the favor again.
But if you have your own land and a group of people you can grow CROP GARDENS. That is what I like. Don't grow a few bushes of beans. Grow a sizable plot of them and have lots of beans for lots of people. Grow enough to have food for a whole year! That is the way it was done not many years ago. People really knew how to garden back then, and they will develop the skills again. I suppose the Handmaiden and I have a dozen books or more on how to garden. Lots of folks could borrow them and read 'em. And many hands make light work. All that weeding would go quickly if a whole camp got up and weeded the garden as a group. Done in no time.
I do not think the rioting will last very long in this country after it breaks out. Two or three weeks at the most. After that the detention camps will have all the rioters sequestered and out of the way. When folks are walking the land and looking for food you can have some mean experiences. Shotguns are a remedy for this. Asking for food is one thing, stealing food from the mouths of the people is a whole
different trip. You gotta look out for the people. And you gotta have people!
I wish to bring up the subject of religion. You ain't supposed to do that. It is not politically correct. But I don't like religions. Can't hardly stand 'em. I consider them to be abominations before God. Am I making myself clear? Is there any more dirt you think I should kick on religions? If it will help you, I will kick. No problem.
There has been more people killed in the name of religion than we can count. There has been more ruin and slavery done in the name of religion than anything else. I am tired of it all! I will serve God and that is that. You can take your religion and shove it for all I care. Again! Have I made myself clear? I will do what I get from God to do and rejoice in it. But I will not give one drop of sweat to a religion.
I have a way to cope with religionists. I call it the grinding of the millstones. I will listen to a religionist preach but he has to listen to what I have to say also. And religionists don't like to share the floor. The high and mighty don't need to hear a crude fellow from back in a holler saying things about God! They mostly like it when the sheep come in, sit down in silence, listen to their sermon, leave their money and then leave. Not to be seen for another week. In another week they return, walk into their stanchion and get the treatment again. Pathetic. What if God has sent a snaggled tooth old crone with the message he wants heard that day? Well, it ain't gonna be heard, that's what. The US-HERS will have her out of there so fast you won't even recognize the time passed. And God's message never got delivered. Who in the hell ever said that some pimp for a religion had the only word from God for ANYBODY at any given time. Disgusting. I'll lose half my readers for this rant but I can just put it off as the skimming of the dross. But you can preach to me if I get to preach to you.
I was going to write about guns today. I haven't had a gun post for a few weeks and folks might think I was getting soft or something. Get you some good firearms, something that will protect you and those you love. Go shotgun, 22 LR and 30 caliber something or another. Get what you can shoot. No sense developing a world class flinch from getting yourself too much gun. After all, you want to hit the target not make an audio impression. I must go now. I will be trying to stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
WEDNESDAY MORNING PREP TALK
I spent the day yesterday checking up on my preps and seeing what I had accomplished. I haven't done too bad and am striving to do better. I e-mailed my list of food preps to a few friends and asked for a reaction. I'm not doing too bad but I ain't the big dog on the blcok either. I can guarantee that I am not the big preparer. Some of the guys made me look like small potatoes.
I had to get an idea, however, of where I stood and why. I am a protein fan and I have protein covered pretty well. But I am sorely lacking in tasty vegetables to go along with the protein. I am sorely lacking in decaf and teas. I am extremely lacking in SALT. I wouldn't be a bit upset if I found myself with 400 lbs of salt. That may seem like a lot but if the electricity fails I have a small chest freezer full of meat that will need preserved. It ain't much but it's there and I don't like the idea of it going away due to spoilage.
Herbal teas with goodies in them to keep the old immune system up and going are another area of concern. The Handmaiden gave me some hot tea yesterday made from Nettle leaves and Dandelion root. Delicious. Sorta reminded me of Ginger tea. I love Ginger tea.
I'm not saying to stock up on commercial canned goods but I can see the need of some fruit, along with those vegetables, to brighten our days. These canned goods will go along with other canned foods such as beef stew, chicken, chili, etc. I know one guy who has 2 or 3 cases of all these things. I have so little it's not worth mentioning. But the downfall of the system has not happened as yet and prepping can continue. I'm for that.
I saw a slogan yesterday that I have seen before but it struck a chord that made lot of sense. "Store what you eat and eat what you store." That made perfect sense to me. I have read about people who buy "survival" foods that are vacuum sealed and good for 20 years and all of that but the food is so far away from their regular diet that they have trouble even digesting some of it. And if their kids don't like it then they have a world of trouble. The other half of the saying is "eat what you store." This just keeps your supplies up to date and still good for you.
So store the foods you are used to and can eat regularly. Strange mixtures of powdered this and that might be nutricious as all get out but they will make you very tired in a helluva hurry. And rotate your prep foods. Eat the older stuff and keep adding newer and fresher. That way you are in top shape if an emergency comes along.
Emergencies don't necessarily happen on a schedule. That is why they are called emergencies. They come up out of the blue and there you are like a fish out of water. Those countries where they are having food riots have been just plain slow and stupid. Their governments have let them down. If you live in a country where the average wage is $2 a day the government should have gone with their hat in hand to other countries that could help them. The people who are hungry aren't stupid, it's their governments that are stupid. I think that if I lived in Haiti I would find some way to fish before I would starve. Even the most primitive of fishing methods would help prevent starvation.
I have found that preppers are stocking up on beer, wine and hard liquor. Some of them don't even drink the stuff they store but they have it in mind to use it for barter if things get bad. Cigarettes and booze can be very valuable in times of economic stress. So can coffee. I have heard from people who are storing green coffee beans for hard times. Others are storing packages of things like Cafe du Monde. CDM comes in a foil sealed brick and is very easily kept. I am still hesitant about trading with these things. But that is why I am for a local Barterville instead of selling out your front door. Who the hell wants some drunk to come banging on their door at midnight wanting to deal for some alcohol? "Not I", said the Michael. But value is value and alcohol is valuable when there isn't any to be found. Same for tobacco. Just be careful. You can get killed for a lot less.
Another area of preparedness that gets overlooked is tools. How many axes and hatchets do you have? How many Mill Bastard files do you have to keep them sharp? How many splitting mauls do you own? How many steel wedges do you have? Do you have many shovels to dig outhouses and other things like water lines? Do you have a Pick and a Mattux? Got any spare plumbobs? How many pounds of nails do you own? Since cut lumber will bring a horrendous premium, do you have long spike nails of 40 penny or longer to fasten logs togethr for shelter and barns?
Ands what about screwdrivers and hammers and sledgehammers and wrenches? Those things can be pretty precious if you need them. If the system ails then you ain't gonna get to use your fancy electric tools. You are going to saw things by hand with a carpenters saw, or a bow saw, or a crosscut saw. And what about all those fasteners we take for granted? Screws and nails and angle braces and such. Sure is a lot to keep track of. But that is what prepping is all about. You try to be ready in the event of whatever emergency comes your way. Tall order. Very tall indeed. Got plastic pipe and fittings in case a water line goes out? Go the glue it takes to hook them together?
I think we need lists. I think we need inventories. We have so much to do and we have no idea of the time frame. Hell. The banks could dissolve tomorrow and then where would we be?
I am not going to write any more posts to go up today. We will declare National
Inventory Day and find out where we stand. And put that inventory on paper! Don't trust the computer to come on when the system fails. We all really need to do this to have some peace of mind and know where we need to go. Thursday's e-mail should be very interesting, to say the least. By the way, I do not want to do this inventory so that I might know what your preps are. Your preps are YOUR business. I want the inventories so that you might know your own personal status.
Have fun and stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
I had to get an idea, however, of where I stood and why. I am a protein fan and I have protein covered pretty well. But I am sorely lacking in tasty vegetables to go along with the protein. I am sorely lacking in decaf and teas. I am extremely lacking in SALT. I wouldn't be a bit upset if I found myself with 400 lbs of salt. That may seem like a lot but if the electricity fails I have a small chest freezer full of meat that will need preserved. It ain't much but it's there and I don't like the idea of it going away due to spoilage.
Herbal teas with goodies in them to keep the old immune system up and going are another area of concern. The Handmaiden gave me some hot tea yesterday made from Nettle leaves and Dandelion root. Delicious. Sorta reminded me of Ginger tea. I love Ginger tea.
I'm not saying to stock up on commercial canned goods but I can see the need of some fruit, along with those vegetables, to brighten our days. These canned goods will go along with other canned foods such as beef stew, chicken, chili, etc. I know one guy who has 2 or 3 cases of all these things. I have so little it's not worth mentioning. But the downfall of the system has not happened as yet and prepping can continue. I'm for that.
I saw a slogan yesterday that I have seen before but it struck a chord that made lot of sense. "Store what you eat and eat what you store." That made perfect sense to me. I have read about people who buy "survival" foods that are vacuum sealed and good for 20 years and all of that but the food is so far away from their regular diet that they have trouble even digesting some of it. And if their kids don't like it then they have a world of trouble. The other half of the saying is "eat what you store." This just keeps your supplies up to date and still good for you.
So store the foods you are used to and can eat regularly. Strange mixtures of powdered this and that might be nutricious as all get out but they will make you very tired in a helluva hurry. And rotate your prep foods. Eat the older stuff and keep adding newer and fresher. That way you are in top shape if an emergency comes along.
Emergencies don't necessarily happen on a schedule. That is why they are called emergencies. They come up out of the blue and there you are like a fish out of water. Those countries where they are having food riots have been just plain slow and stupid. Their governments have let them down. If you live in a country where the average wage is $2 a day the government should have gone with their hat in hand to other countries that could help them. The people who are hungry aren't stupid, it's their governments that are stupid. I think that if I lived in Haiti I would find some way to fish before I would starve. Even the most primitive of fishing methods would help prevent starvation.
I have found that preppers are stocking up on beer, wine and hard liquor. Some of them don't even drink the stuff they store but they have it in mind to use it for barter if things get bad. Cigarettes and booze can be very valuable in times of economic stress. So can coffee. I have heard from people who are storing green coffee beans for hard times. Others are storing packages of things like Cafe du Monde. CDM comes in a foil sealed brick and is very easily kept. I am still hesitant about trading with these things. But that is why I am for a local Barterville instead of selling out your front door. Who the hell wants some drunk to come banging on their door at midnight wanting to deal for some alcohol? "Not I", said the Michael. But value is value and alcohol is valuable when there isn't any to be found. Same for tobacco. Just be careful. You can get killed for a lot less.
Another area of preparedness that gets overlooked is tools. How many axes and hatchets do you have? How many Mill Bastard files do you have to keep them sharp? How many splitting mauls do you own? How many steel wedges do you have? Do you have many shovels to dig outhouses and other things like water lines? Do you have a Pick and a Mattux? Got any spare plumbobs? How many pounds of nails do you own? Since cut lumber will bring a horrendous premium, do you have long spike nails of 40 penny or longer to fasten logs togethr for shelter and barns?
Ands what about screwdrivers and hammers and sledgehammers and wrenches? Those things can be pretty precious if you need them. If the system ails then you ain't gonna get to use your fancy electric tools. You are going to saw things by hand with a carpenters saw, or a bow saw, or a crosscut saw. And what about all those fasteners we take for granted? Screws and nails and angle braces and such. Sure is a lot to keep track of. But that is what prepping is all about. You try to be ready in the event of whatever emergency comes your way. Tall order. Very tall indeed. Got plastic pipe and fittings in case a water line goes out? Go the glue it takes to hook them together?
I think we need lists. I think we need inventories. We have so much to do and we have no idea of the time frame. Hell. The banks could dissolve tomorrow and then where would we be?
I am not going to write any more posts to go up today. We will declare National
Inventory Day and find out where we stand. And put that inventory on paper! Don't trust the computer to come on when the system fails. We all really need to do this to have some peace of mind and know where we need to go. Thursday's e-mail should be very interesting, to say the least. By the way, I do not want to do this inventory so that I might know what your preps are. Your preps are YOUR business. I want the inventories so that you might know your own personal status.
Have fun and stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
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