Derelinquat me gehennam solus



Where to begin? Lots going on in the world, and lots to talk about, but so little that I care to talk about. I am getting much more jaded in my thinking as time goes by, and that is causing me to just shut the door that much more. I find that I am talking even less to those in my immediate world simply due to the lack of concern that I see in their eyes. Life is still good, they have food on the table, cable bringing in the entertainments (though they don’t get out as often nowadays) and the price of gas, while high (in relation to the price of a barrel of crude) its not out of their budget. As long as they have that, can keep their noses clean with the local LEA, and still have a job, ‘who cares what the world does!’

That just galls my bearings to say the least. I see the time coming when none of the above are going to be readily available, nor cheap, and make plans accordingly, and yet these sheep are so happy to just continue jumping around in the corral
I have been at this for 8 years, since before Oblammy-O-Boy took the throne. I have been bitchin’ n whinin’ about these things to the same crowd for that time, (some come, some go, but the mindset is the same) and NOTHING ever changes. I have stood in protest, I have written the Representatives, (that don’t represent) I have funded (somewhat) others to do the same, and still, nothing changes. Even as I have been doing all of that, I have been preparing as best I can, I have stepped down out of the rat race that I used to belong in, and I have simplified my life so that when the big one drops, I have only a few feet to fall to the bottom. My world is off grid for the most part, (no water bill, no electric bill, no sewage bill) and I try to keep things simplified so that I have less to worry about maintaining. (gravity fed water, solar predominant in a hybrid system.) I know that there are things that must be maintained, such as batteries, and the like, but with such a system, that is the trade-off: maintenance over convenience.

The last 8 years have been a serious learning curve, in a multitude of disciplines. I regret none of the sacrifices I have made to get to where I am at now, even if getting there has brought me down-slope from where I was. I don’t miss the aggravations of TV scheduling, rush hour traffic, or the headaches of managing theater tours and all the fun and games that go with balancing those budgets with production concerns.(admittedly, I do miss the income. But not the aggravation or the time away from home)

And yet, I have found a peace; one that comes with confidence. I know that no matter what comes down the pike, I am far better off now than I was 8 years ago. I have a clue. And where I don’t have a clue, I have the knowledge to back up my choices to make the problem less painful. Even now, I have the advantage over those around me. Nothing much, but I have seen the envy when I have lighting and hot coffee, where my neighbors don’t, when the power goes out in the ‘hood. I don’t rub it in their faces (not intentionally, but I won’t do without my coffee just to appease someones envious nature) and I have tried to help them get in a better position, but I am not going to invest my blood and time (money) to improve their position if they won’t make the effort themselves.

Here are some pics of the stead as it progresses towards completion.

Foundation, ready for joists

Foundation, ready for joists

Getting things together

Getting things together

Shift in subject matter. Had a conversation with a fellow worker yesterday. I am helping him out by taking him to and from work as he is in a bad position with no car, three kids and a wife and a job that barely exceeds minimum wage. (Hand up, not a hand out.) We were headin’ home when we saw a RV (tourbus style diesel pusher) with an SUV in tow. Both were fairly new, I’d say not more than 4 years old. P made the comment of “that guy has way too much money for his own good!” and I had to think about that statement for a minute before I replied. My reply was this: “Who are you to decide who has too much money?” and that turned into a rather heated discussion of “He didn’t earn it!” from P to “And you know that How?” from me. I guess you can see how far down the rabbit hole that discussion went. It took a bad term when P started talking about how he busts his ass to earn a living yet can’t make ends meet, and that people with money just eat him up because “they don’t earn that money like I earn mine”. I had to ask him “so, we work at the same place, busting our humps, and yet you are always broke, where I have money to buy tools, materials, and build a house. Am I not earning my money?” To which he replied “you’ve always been rich!”

Full stop, screeching tires and smoking brakes. “WHAT?!?!?!?”

P- “Everyone at works knows you have oodles of cash. No one knows why you work there because you are rich. Aren’t you?” (despite the fact that he contradicts his statement with a question, I had to answer)

Me- “Hell no I ain’t rich. I am building my house on a shoestring budget, scraping by eating bologna and tuna and ramen noodles. How the hell do people think I am rich?”

P- “Cause you have this nice truck and you can buy a generator with cash, and you buy tools with cash, and no one ever hears you complaining about bills or mortgage or debts.”
In that light, maybe I am rich,(it’s all in perception obviously) but like anyone that has reached out and taken hold of the money flow to get into a better position, there are sacrifices to be made. Not talking slaughtering a calf or lamb, but the loss is the same in the long run. I have sacrificed my social well being by not going out chasing a woman, nor blowing money on trivial things of vaporous reality, like cable or partying. All of my choices have been well thought out and balanced with my end goals, and that, in their eyes makes me rich I guess.

At that point, I just dropped the conversation (not really, but it started getting heated to the point of anger so I deleted that out of this post for your convenience) What I see is that NO ONE wants to give up the big screen, or the McMansion, or any other ‘status symbol’ no matter how much doing away with it would help them achieve a better way of living. The lies that have been fed to these generations on what constitutes a proper lifestyle (big house, multiple cars, trophy wife, etc etc) hold them back from being free to do what they want. And they are so sucked into the paradigm, they can’t see that they aren’t free to do what they want, and that the psychotropics being prescribed to them to ease the pain of existence would be unnecessary if they could just live they way they were intended, and not as some societal standard dictates. Yeah, I am weird, I live in an RV on a hillside in what constitutes a construction zone with all the materials and growing foundation and what not. That is just one sacrifice that I have made to achieve the ends I work towards. It isn’t exactly a comfortable arrangement, but then, when I get my house built, I will appreciate it all that much more for the sacrifices that led to it. (and that is where I will FEEL rich! Not monetarily, but in possession.) ( And that house is just one step in my list of goals. I still have a shop to build, I still have to start working that shop and building a client base. I still have lots more to do and the feeling of being under the wire is getting VERY Heavy of late.)
I can tell guys like P how to do what is needed to get them on their feet and moving forward in life, but telling someone and them doing it are always two different things. I won’t lead them, they have to do that for themselves or the end result is a backsliding trip and hostile feelings towards the leader. It makes me appreciate more, the religious saying of “God helps those that help themselves”, seeing how I am helping myself, and actually achieving my ends. I see those that wish for such and get nothing but further down the hole. I can’t lead them out of that hole; I can only do for myself, and hope the example sticks. I think what bothers me the most about the above conversation is the whole Class Envy thing rearing its ugly head. It is becoming more fractured as time goes by and is showing up in places I hadn’t expected And the fact that I am considered ‘rich’ by those I work with just blows my mind. I work where they work, make the same products and make roughly the same amount: the only real difference is how I use what I earn. I see some of these guys buried in debt for cars and trucks and houses they really can’t afford. I understand the mindset because I was there in the earlier part of the century. But now that I am more aware of how the REAL financial system works (Fractional reserve banking to be specific) I see the trap for what it is, and avoid it like the plague. Many of these guys are borrowing from the easy credit lenders on a weekly basis and then trying to figure out why they are always broke. (I ain’t even going to start trying to educate someone like that when they can’t figure the math out for themselves.) I hear the term “gettin’ ahead” from them, but they seem to always be falling further and further behind. (must be that damned tax rate thing right? LOL How about that ungodly percentage rate you pay the lenders, fool!) I then hear them talking about the newest 4wheeler (quadrunner for some) or getting a couple of horses (fodder monsters with zero value ’round these parts) and I have to wonder just what is really going on in their heads.

Then I find that over half of them are receiving some form of assistance from Uncle Sugar, either through a wife and kids or something. Then it all starts to make sense. These people don’t really believe in earning anything, they want it given to them. Just like the majority of kids coming out of college wanting that 60K/yr job they were promised, not realizing that college was just the first step, not the ends to a means.

None of this will end well, if more than half of the country is infected with that mindset. And I am to believe the statistics I run across, I think we are well past that half-way point.
Anywhoo’s, on with more of the same. Notice what the stock market is doing? 500 points drop on Friday. 3.12% drop. Nothing to worry about, keep borrowing money, spending money, walkin through life, lalalalalalala. *

This is just the first tremor in my opinion. I see a rally after the feds mumble some hocus-pocus on Monday, then another, more drastic drop the first week of September. More mumbo-jumbo from the feds and another rally, then come late September, the wheels come off.

Just guessing of course, but that whole 7 year cycle is starting to show some serious consistency that gives me pause when I look at the bigger picture. Talking to WonderDawg, we discussed the implications towards WWIII, or massive Civil Unrest (Civil war III?) I made comment that if we bust out into another World War, it will be due to our Current Leadership screwing the pooch and pissing off Russia and/or China. I don’t think there will be any serious threat from the Middle East, but then, there are some serious players there with the FunBomb and itchy trigger fingers, so its anyones guess. Massive Civil Disruption? I dunno. The Current Leaders Pretend, have been playing some games with our military and setting things up in a fashion where the games could become our new reality. Like was mentioned by a ghost, The militarization of our police units, is not to enforce the police state, but to put known equipment into place without raising red-flags about military force. (not saying that our police aren’t becoming militarized, all one needs do is count how many bounce between cop and soldier on a regular basis.)
I am not going to dwell on any of this though. I can’t stop it and the solution is nearly as painful (if not more so) than allowing it run full cycle. I know it won’t be resolved in my lifetime, and likely not in the lifetime of my grand-kids. But it WILL resolve one way or another. Either the Human race graduates Kindergarten, or we annihilate our species and millions of others in the process. (my bet is neither, but another round of same ol’ same ol’ with only a microscopic evolution towards sanity.) One can only hope to weather through until such time as the Reaper comes to collect.

(God, I am so fun and cheerful today ain’t I?)
* I wrote most of this Sunday morning before the Chinese markets opened. That adds a whole new factor into the prognostications, and definitely a level I am not comfortable with. As of the time of this writing, I believe the NYSE is closed for the day, I am getting no updates to my phone. I still say that this is just a precursor of whats coming, but its anyones guess and gamble.
PPS: ignore last subset, Markets are open and if ya ain’t watching, taking a beating. NYSE has set a 7% ‘circuit breaker’ and I believe they will hit it yet today.

A little heads-up homework

Startpage or Google ‘shemita’

Look at the historical precedents attached to such, make up your own mind.   Not saying this is the edge but I do feel this is the beginning of,well, something.  (One should also consider the recent actions of the eliteists and the preparatory actions they have been taking.  Nothing definitive, but everyone feels that something is up.  And a complicent media keeps burning tires to fog the game board) 

I am thinking of an anology liken to a river. Each of us is on that river(time) and the current is picking up as we approach the waterfalls.  Even if ‘we’ don’t make it through the falls, the river continues on and those that do make it are that much stronger for it.  

Anywho’s.  Busy busy busy.  Will post again before September, I swear to it.  Maybe even with pics of my progress. 

PVC Bow update redux

Just a short note to pass along something that I found NOT to do when making a PVC bow.   DO NOT use superglue of any sort to attach anything to the bow.   I made two bows out of schd 80 pipe (and that size irrelevant to the point) and made shelfs to shoot off and attached them using superglue then wrapping with either Jute cord, or hemp cord.   

Both snapped after about 2 weeks of use.   (I shoot my bows in for those that are buying them.  If its gonna blowup, I want it to happen inmy hands, not thiers)  The snap was so0 clean, I could see where the glue began and ended and each one, the snap occurred at the terminator of the glue.  On the other side of the joint, the break tended to jagged.  I don’t know the chemical changee made, but somehow, the glue turned the PVC brittle like glass.  I have since made two more and each is performing just as well, and there is no signs of weakness at the shelf and I used a simple non-volatile glue (Elmers Probond) to seat them, using the wrap to reinforce the point.  Three weeks of use (not daily, but alternate days.  I shoot at stumps while walking the dogs), no weird noises, no creaking (the sign I heard both times on the ones that snapped) and even with the temps being up, no significant loss of performance.  (I unstring them between use, so they don’t ‘set’ in the flexxed position.)  Both bows are ready for their owners and will be delivered this week. 

That said, the bowstings are just flat rockin!   No issues, no stretching, and the teflon coated serving material I have been using is pretty cool too.   I haven’t needed to use a glove for some time (other than my 65# bow.  That one eats fingers if not protected) thanks to that coating.   It also makes it easier to adjust nock points for different types of arrows.   I use ones with a 400 spine for stump shooting (100grn point) and 340 spine for broadheads (160grn point) and there is a 1/4″ difference in nock point to keep them happy.  With the teflon, I just use a thumb nail to pull a section higher or lower, then slip the rest along the same way. test fire and watch the arrow, if it wags, adjust a bit more.  it stays put at all other times so shot consistency is all on me; as it should be.   ((For those interested, I am using  Mustad Classic Braided fishing line for the main string at 65# test (.016″ dia)  I use 22 strands for most strings (11 wraps on the jig). For the serving material, I am using teflon coated SpiderWire, also 65# test but slightly larger diameter.  I made my serving tool out of an old solder spool, a piece of rubber tubing and 3″ machine screw with a butterfly nut.  Tha actual frame is a piece of PVC cut in half, heated and flattened then bent to accept the spool.  Small hole drilled in the flat for the string, and tension is adjusted by tightening the butterfly nut, compressing the rubber tubing against the spool walls.  Cost me nothing but time, and works better than the one my cousin bought for $20.   The string jig is an old 2×4 with a series of 1/4″ holes drilled at 1″ intervals and labeled.  The string points are 6″ x1/4″ steel rod, that I chucked into a drill to file the string followers into.  Nock points are just a section of Hemp twine (the small stuff) double wrapped in place, then a dab of pine resin to hold the knot.   No need to be complicated, or to spend boatloads of money on this hobby, just be as inventive as our ancestors were when they came up with a new way to throw sticks at animals.  (and be willing to have stuff break on you.   each failure is a chance to learn a better way.   Something to be said in failure, and its something many kids today, need to learn.)


Now, some of you may have recieved an email of a post that you can’t see on my site.   Ignore it, I was just venting a spleen and the only way to delete the mess was to post it first.   The wordpress app is kinda goofy on that note.  “t’won’t happen again.

Overheard at the local hunting shop (two parts, one post)

“Ooh!, That braided handled pigsticker would look so good on the shoulder strap of my Bug out bag!

I don’t think I need to point out the fallacy of that statement to my regular readers, but, Here goes.  Just who in this forsaken time period, worrys about FASHION ACCESORIES on a damned BOB?  First and foremost, that braided handle wrap is worthless as a survival tool IF it lasted long enough for you to need it.   CHEAP ass steel for the blade, the pararcord may or may not be 550 stuff (likely not) and if you ended up needing it, the blade then becomes a liability and potentially crippling if you needed to actually use it as a knife.   Blisters are a real bitch to deal with when hygiene practices start to become harder to have, with questionable water.   Yeah, looks good dangling from that shoulder strap like your were some sort of operator.    I wouldn’t even take the time to strip it off your corpse when I raid your pack for decent stuff. (I already know you won’t have anything GOOD , because you wasted your cash on crap that ‘looks cool’)

Part two:

My recent posts are about education.   Trying to teach something, without making it a boring dry run drill.   Maybe you never need the info, but maybe, just maybe, you might, and even if you never practice the skill I presented, it may stick in your head enough to allow you a fighting chance.

Education.   Thats a subject that was just brought up in comments over at Soffitrats blog.   It was also a point that was brought up time and again in an Ebook I just read.   Eric Rudolph wrote a book entailing his run from the FBI for 5 1/2 years, and the events in his life leading up to it.   Extraordinary  read.   I won’t delve into my thoughts on what he did, but I have to admire the guy for living between the lines of Drift for 5 1/2 years, dodging the group looking for him, and not losing his frikkin mind in the process.(That last rule of threes applies to my thoughts on this.  Three months without a companion.)  Even if you don’t like the guys politics, reasons, or what he did, the book is a valuable read for the insights he has on living at the most base of levels in the wilds.  And its free.(Google “between the lines of Drift by Eric Rudolph” and look for the PDF version.)

Back to my thought line: Education.   I have spent the last 8 years in a fairly steady state of self education.    Most of what I have learned, I paid nothing for, but that is not to say the education was free.   I had to work at it, I had to research it, I had to wade through the trash to find the gems, and I had to make mistakes along the way to enforce the learning process.  There were somethings I learned where I had to make an initial investment to have what I needed to progress.   I bought my 3-1 blind, because I knew that I could not progress without it.   I broke stuff, I wasted some money buying things that I later learned how to make, and I invested even more on dead tree editions of books that I had ecopies of, (because you just never know, and I prefer the tactile feel of a book in hand.)  That beginning opened up even more avenues of education to me.

There is no excuse to not educate oneself.  In todays world, with so much information at out beck and call via the internet, there is absolutely ZERO excuse.   Heck, just trying to find stuff is an education in and of itself. (thats where you learn to wade through the crap to find the gems.)

I mentioned in comments to Soffitrat, that I had found, in hindsight, many many gaps in the education I received in public indoctrination school.  Things that, while seemingly unimportant at the time, could have radically changed my world  views.    I remember being told that Ayn Rand was a truly nasty writer and I shouldn’t waste my time.   I could never access the Anti-Federalist Papers (until the net that is) so was never able to see the other side of the Constitutional Debate.   Alesander Spooner was NEVER EVER mentioned and questioning any aspect of the curriculum was, while not verboten, definitely frowned upon.   And I went to a fairly conservative school. Even so, the tenticles of progressives were taking hold and choking the real teachers into submission.(I had one history teacher that encouraged us to question his curriculum, but was hindered by the admin of the school on what he was alllowed to say.   He could only point us to the information and let us decide.   There were only a handful of us that ran with his guidance.)

This is what happens when you allow a Government free rein. “like fire, a useful tool, or a horrible master”

And that education thing, is all by design.    Control the education of people and you can control how they think (or if they even CAN think after you are done with them.)  A person that is unable to think for themself, is not going to be able to govern themself, so will be dependent upon outside governance IE THE Government.   Give them a lifetime prop-up in the form of ‘assistance’ and you have a useful idiot tool at your diposal.  Whether that tool is for cannon fodder, or voting as you wish, it will fulfill your needs until such time as you no longer need it.

The real problem that I run into was illustrated quite well in a cartoon.   I can’t find such now, but it was a picture of a guy sitting in a personal library with this look of horror on his face.   The caption read “It’s not so much that People are doomed to repeat history, its that those who know their history will be doomed to watch as others FORCE us to repeat it.”   I continue watching the slow motion collapse and all the political wrangling going on and can only think one thought.


We are on the edge of the next dark ages and there is such a small percentage of persons able to see it, and that percentage is so small, all we can do is look on, yell into the void hoping to wake others, and pray that something of merit will survive through to the other side.

With our current ‘lack of education’ system, the only hope I can wish for is that other patriots see the problem as well, and take steps to remove their children from the influences of the State.  Damn the cost, damn the inconveinence, just do it.   Most kids I have ever met (prior to high school that is) WANT to learn.  They absorb information around them like a sponge, and want to know the why of literally everything.   It takes an extraordinary effort by our ‘educators’ to destroy that, and yet, by the time most kids hit middle school, that desire is burned out.  Don’t let them do that to your children!  There are many resources online for Homeschoolers, and there are textbooks for near everything under the sun, and usually much more reasonably priced than the crap the schools buy.  There are even groups of homeschoolers that lend the books as needed to spread the cost amongst themselves.  You will still have to register your child for school in most states, but there are ways to do what needs done without exposing the child to the mind washing that takes place in those institutional walls.  (and I hear all the time about ” but the child needs to be socialized amongst peers” .   that is what little league is for, or gymnastics, or any number of other group events are for.  (I would say scouts, but,,,,,,))

I have much more to say on this subject, but it is late, zero dark thirty comes much to early, and I am starting to drift in my thoughts.  

Talk more laters.

Life happens

I know I promised another installment of “So, there I was”, and it is in the works.  Doing a complete rewrite of it as I just was not at all satisfied with the direction it was trying to take.  (not that I am really rewriting it, just setting it on a back burner until it makes better sense.   Too early for that chapter yet)

But life happens.   New truck, fuel pump went out.   Fixed, but danged if those things haven’t skyrocketed in price since the last one I had to do.  Other good news: Am now full time on the payroll at work, not just another temp.   That alleviates many issues I had been dealing with, to include, uncertainty of employment.   Payraise was included and nothing to be sneered at.  SO, things will be improving sooner than later.   Still, the transition period and the breakdown have left my world on the leans side.

I have also been playing catchup with some friends about the country, and seemingly, its the same story, LIfe Happens.   Loss of loved ones, New loved ones born/ married to/ or seperations, cancer cured, cancer caught, job changes, political influence increased/decreased, etc etc etc.  No matter how bad things get, life WILL go on, and it doesn’t make a lick of difference who is in power, or what shape the economy is taking, life goes on.   WE all have a finite time upon this earth and what we do with it, is our story.  It may be a story that no-one will read but ourselves, but it is a story and it does have a reason.    It may be that we never really see that reason until the moment has passed, but it was there the whole time.  WE may be born equal, but our lives and what we do with them is never equal.  Some may make a huge impact on generations, some may only impact themselves; doesn’t matter in the long run as only we know the whole story of ourselves.  That story is what we have to carry forward to the next step, whatever your belief of that next step is.  (I won’t pick nits with anyone on that point.  you believe what you believe, I will believe what I believe.) That story is what makes our limited reality, REAL.  Otherwise, we would all be nothing more than extras in someone elses reality.(and we are anyways, but that is neither here nor there.  but I digress)

Life happens, get over it, move on.  If it didn’t kill you, it was to teach you something.   Some lessons are learned through repetition.  Some are never really learned.   Move on.  Life happens.  And then there comes a day, when it doesn’t, and there isn’t a one of us that is able to escape that day.   You can’t let the knowledge of that hold you back. Life is meant to be LIVED!  Live it, live it like tomorrow is not in your cards.  Do something you have never done, read a book that isn’t in your library, Argue with a priest, or flirt with a nun, something, anything, or nothing at all but sitting on a rock watching a sunset as if you had just gained sight and never seen one before.  Just take what you do as another experiance to add to your story for whatever future you are flying into.  


(and I am off my metaphysical soapbox.   back to our regular programming.  Don’t ask where that came from, I just kinda tapped it out off the hip.)

Bad blogger, no sausage biscuit for me!

I know I know, I have been lax as hell lately.  I have to ask for some slack though.   Things have been a tad hectic lately and part of that hectic has been due to the following.

Yup, New (to me) truck.   96 Chev S10 4X4 Extended cab, 5 spd and standard bed, with a 4.3 Vortec.   Patience has paid off and I managed to get a pretty good deal out of it, AND, managed to give Lazarus a new home in the process.  One where she (odd calling a ‘hicle named Laz female) won’t have to worry about asphalt ever again.   The guy I bought the above off of, wanted a beater truck for the woods and Laz fit that bill quite nicely. 

I do have an upcoming installment of “SO there I was” but it is not quite ready for prime time just yet.  A couple of tweaks are needed and adjustment for current events or the whole thing won’t make a lick of sense.  Hopefully, the whole story line is just an alternate future/history, ((a Heinlein thing, sorry)) but only time will tell.

So, with some other events happening in my little world, that I have to keep under wraps just a bit longer, I leave you with a musical interlude/intermission(and a bit of a teaser to upcoming fiction) (Note: Not for all tastes, but apt for the story line)(Unable to embed at this time, here’s the link)

PVC bow update

Just came back from my cousins place where we were doing some testing on the bow.   Admittedly, I made a couple of tweaks last night before all of this.  I realigned the tips so that the string sat centered on the grip, and I bumped the limbs forward just a tad.   It’s easy to make these adjustment when all you have to do is add a little heat.

Anywhoos, testing.   Draw wieght: 53# @ 28″  Arrow speed:154fps 154fps 149fps(X2) 153fps  all arrows weighed within 20 grains of 368 grains.(32″ carbon fiber spined 340, feather flecthings with a radical 3 degree helix, 100 grain field point)    Jokingly, we decided to do a paper test, where you shoot at a target behind a piece of paper to see how much the arrow is wagging and in what directions.  This is a tuning tool.   Two arrows, seperate shots, and both made bullet holes, no side tears in any direction.   We both were quite shocked!    (and this was with a bare finger release, no funky trigger releases)

Final analysis: This bow would be a contender in any contest of traditional archery.  Dio is giving himself a pat on the back and Oodles of Kudos to Nick Tomihama, the Backyard Bowyer for such detailed information out on the the webs.


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