January in Philly, the city of Brotherly Love.
At least the fires are plentiful to keep a guy warm.
I haven’t seen a police officer in a week, and he seemed to be on extra duty providing security for some out of towners. Not one cruiser is running in the city, and I heard that just after Biden swore in, more than half of the force had a sudden case of Blue Flu and haven’t been back since.
Thats good for me, it makes my job easier.
I have a list from the court procedings back in December, Names, addresses, at least most of them. I had to get some of those through cloak and dagger means through the DMV and other places. That cost a pretty penny and I hope the young lady that helped me out is better at covering her tracks than she is at digging for dirt. She’s plenty good at the last, and I would like for her to be around later when and if I get this list taken care of.
Passing through an indoor mall to get warm, most of the shops are boarded up, and the destruction is obvious; I pass by a small bar with a TV going. Local affilitate of one of the MSM’s. Seems that some one in Atlanta has assasinated one of the Election Officials there. My face is a mask of anger, but my heart is near bursting in glee: I am not alone.
But I am alone, and thats the way these things need handled. No back trail to follow. No command structure to target. I have no family, at least not any that have associated with me in years, so nothing they could hold over my head if things get really crazy.
And I am a man with nothing left to lose. They stole my business in 2020 by shutting everything down over a cold virus that wasn’t. They raped my accounts for taxes owed, on a business that was in the red before the virus. And the Girlfriend didn’t want anything to do with a guy that was asking for help paying the electric bill.
Then they stole my country.
Trump fought like hell. Everything he found was dead on legit, but the court system was bought and paid for before even one vote was cast this year. THEY KNEW they couldn’t lose.
But they lost bigger than anything by being so certain that guys like me would just roll over. Seventy one MILLION people voted for Trump according to original figures before the Glitches “corrected” things. If only three percent are of like mind to me, that is two million very pissed off people willing to burn a bridge or two. Thats a lot of little fires to find and put out before the inferno starts.
I have my list. I know others have a list too. Lone wolves hunting prey. And the prey isn’t even aware of it. Yet.
One down in Atlanta. I want two tonight before I find somewhere to hole up and plan my next moves. I would say by the end of the week, most all the election officials arrested and released are going to be attending their own funerals or hysterically seeking some sort of protection, body guards or taking a permanent vacation to Europe.
And thats just one angle. The Media talking heads are on lists too. I don’t know who put the post up, but the idea was so enticing to someone wanting a little blood after the “piss down my back and tell me it’s raining” election scam we just witnessed. “make a list of targets, Election officials, Media heads, politicians, anyone that was obviously deep in the shit. Then hunt them down and kill them, alone so there is no way it can come back on you. THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” The post lasted 15 minutes on Facebook before the original was deleted, but it had been copied and pasted a few hundred times before they deleted it. Then kept popping up like the clap amongst various groups. They tried like hell to cap it, but it kept flaring up, again and again.
As for the Media, totally legit targets. Mike V, may he rest in peace, called it “Clintons Rules of Engagement” after Slick Willy authorized broadcast facilities as targets of oppurtunity in Bosnia back in the nineties. That arrogance those asshats displayed isn’t going to seem so indestructable after some of the larger ones get whacked. When I saw how they flagrantly declared the election before any TRUE constitutional aspects had been achieved, I knew this country had been sold out.
Y’know, for such a shitty start to the year, this one may be the best yet. After the first one, the rest are free. Henry Bowman was right.
“Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon,
Got a beer in my hand and I’m draggin’ a stogie too
The back of my brain is tickin’ like a clock,
I simmer down gently but boil on ‘what the fuck?: “1
Never said I was the greatest singer, but in this sun, scratchin’ out the lines of beans I’m planting; singing makes it go by so much faster. Gotta make our own music now, and it is just me out in this field today.
Who knows what year it is, I lost track a few seasons back. After things went to shit in the 2020 joke of an absentee election cycle, put in place by the countries new ‘Coronaphobia’, people like me retreated to the hills and never looked back. Even my democrat friends knew something was wrong when Biden took the election with 480 electoral college votes. They had written in for Bernie. Not sure what the hell they were thinking but even Bernie was looking like a better bet than Smokin’ Joe Biden. Smokin’ ’cause thats what bearings do when they run without lube for so long under so much pressure.
Then they inaugurated the senile ol groper. Two days later he had an aneurysm in the Oval Office. Interim President Obama, Michelle, not Barry, then nominated Hillary for Vice.
By April, it was chaos. Barry killed Michelle in a ‘pique of passion’ and HRC became the new President of the United States. Every swinging dick on asphalt in the world KNEW that Barry hadn’t killed O. Who had was never answered, and Barry burned in the chair before appeals could be ran, despite his being a former president himself. The Clinton death list had gained a couple new members. And some I know say that Bidens death was on that list as well.
But don’t none of it matter. America was sold off piece meal to the Chinese, the Russians, South African conglomerates: whoever could pay the geld.
“Rule of Law”? Ayah! That’s just a fairy tale these days. Hell, If I get caught growing these beans, they’ll shoot me on sight, plow me under for the fertilizer and harvest them come August for themselves. Of course they would have some political prisoner or two working the rows until, then plow them under for the next batch next year. Not the beans, the prisoners. That’s what America turned into when Queen Clinton enthroned herself. Heck, some don’t believe she is even alive anymore. That they use Computer Graphics to piece together news feeds of her talking, and that its actually Soros doing the driving up there. That he is still alive is amazing too. I guess with all that money, he can afford some radical age stopping treatments, like total blood replacement from young children or some-such,,,
It’s easier out here in what was once the Daniel Boone National Forest. It’s hard to get to where my group is, and with the old fire tower, we have a chance of seeing incoming further out. Used to be that we were scared of the drones looking for us, but a few older Ranger types coming here told us that they can’t keep the drones airborne now. No good pilots, no Techs to keep them working and they don’t trust the pilots they can get to not use the drone as weapon against them. At first I was afraid of the Rangers coming here. Thought that they were looking for us. One of them told me that this section of the woods was once used as a training area for Army Rangers and they all know the area well. If we see them now, they are definitely on our side, and by God, the amount of shit they know,,,
And they bring some really nice toys with them.
I don’t figure I will live to see all of this wrapped up, Ghost said people started fighting in the cities shortly after ‘Her Majesty’ took over, suspended congress and SCOTUS, eviscerated what was left of the Constitution and had every State Governor not on board with her, arrested for pedophilia or drug running or money laundering. The fighting didn’t last long. Just like in Medieval times, siege was a waiting game, shut off essentials like water and food, the people on the inside fold or fail in pretty quick order. Ghost told me some of what he saw before he packed his shit and left. Hollywood couldn’t write the level of horror he had seen.
That was at least a year ago. He still has spells where he just sits and looks at nothing, seeing the back of his head is what he says.
Maybe this batch of beans will keep us going for another 10 months or so. We have enough, but I sure do miss a bigmac these days. Beef just doesn’t happen much and venison is so damned lean. Funny, how all those things we were told were so bad for us, are now essential to good health and avoiding things Beri-Beri. That affliction hadn’t been seen in the US since before the great depression. Its hovers around us now.
“well, Old Mr. Heffer
I’m really pleased to meet you
I didn’t mean to scare your blue-eyed child
but Billy wouldn’t talk to me
and Susie wouldn’t look at me
it made me so doggone crazy
I had to chase them for a mile
all wanted was change for a buck “
Now for the stinky part. Gerry brought me up a load of old carp and I’m giving each plant it’s own fish. Two quarts of honey for 50 dead fish. We’ll have Mead by this time next month, and soon a whole ton of beans. Just a bunch of crazy Deplorables running around drunk and farting in the woods, scaring off all “her Majesties” hired help from third world countries..
Well I’m back and I’m feelin’ good tonight
yea I’m back and I’m feelin’ right
so get back ’cause I’m feelin’ right
1Four Non-Blondes, Ol’ Mr Heffer.
He knows that changes are not permanent, but change is. Tom Sawyer by Rush.
The only true prediction is that shits gonna change. How is where things get murky.
The book I was reading (The Rational Optimist) was published in 2010. The author kept bringing up climatechangeglobalwarmingnexticeage hoopla throughout it, but towards the end showed how it didn’t really make a dent in his perspective. What struck me was how quickly thoughts have shifted from one paradigm to another in such a short span of time.
Yeah, I’m a global warming/climate change denier, and proud of it. But thats not the point here, its about how shifty ‘collective thought ‘ is. More so since the advent of the internet. Even more so since the near ubiquitous use of smartphones.
This is also in no small part due to news sources, the above items are only vehicles. It shows me that programming is even easier once you put the source closer to the person. The flip side of the programming is that having the source closer to the person also allows for them to have counter-programming available.
But not always.
One example I’ve personally seen is in a friend of mine. No net, no TV, no smartphone (oh yes, this is a real person, I’m not making this up.) Whose only news source is NPR. You can probably imagine how specific his opinions on world events are since he does not recieve any counter-viewpoints through ‘reliable sources’: my points don’t count because he knows me. Its funny how that works; he accepts as word of god, the opinions from people he has never, will never meet, over someone he sees everyday and works with and knows.
“Why would they lie?” He’ll ask. “People would call ’em out if they were lying”. To which point I say “people do call ’em iu, but you don’t hear that because you don’t see/hear/read those sources.” Its not 100%, but more information access should help a person form better opinions.
Most people don’t want to think for themselves and the newsie types and their controllers are well aware of that fact.
Another item I have heard frequently is how there is a growing concern that a majority of people have zero savings and live paycheck to paycheck. They talk about it but never offer any solutions. What burns me about is ‘the problem’, as they put it isn’t a problem, but a symptom. I was there where they are talking just a couple of months ago. Zero savings, one check away from catastrophe. The problem, as I see it, is education or lack thereof. I didn’t understand how fluid money is and the reason for that was I had been taught wrong. Those questions I had made me learn. Maybe too late in life to leverage them properly, but I am seeing improvements now. I have money set aside, and its not hurting my day to day.
That just goes to show, that even with a plethora of information available, its not the information, but questions that matter. If you arent asking the right questions, the answers don’t mean anything.
So how do you know what questions to ask? That’s the real trick. My answer is ‘just keep questioning everything!’. Don’t settle until your answers answer themselves. No one can ‘know it all’, that prospect is just way too big, but a body can know enough, if what they know answers the questions of their days. I despise specialization, but it does have its merits in many cases. The main reason I despise it is in scope: a specialist has a narrow scope on the world and there are times when a broader scope will provide solutions unable to be seen by said specialist. Points of Merit: a Doctor specializing in Cancer Research. Points of Failure: a Poitical Scientist specializing in Socialism. One of those benefits humanity, the other is a parasite.
If you really want to learn something, the best way to do it is total immersion. Ya gotta get wet, and not just your toes. Language? Surround yourself in it. Foreign radio links, flesh and blood speakers that use it as their primary language. You’ll be thinking in it within weeks.
You want to know about stocks and bonds, without getting burned? Most modern brokerage houses have electronic ‘games’ where you can do trades of ‘real’ stocks and see how you do and learn from the fails. You aren’t actually using real stocks or money, its a virtual world that takes its input from the real world. Other ‘games’ like Cashflow 101 and 202 work as well.
Wanna learn how to roll a kayak? You really have to get wet here. This is one where you (read ME) needs a warm body other than self to help out, but if you aren’t getting wet, ya ain’t trying.
But if you really want to and I mean REALLY WANT TO learn something, you have to go all in. You’ll be an expert in a week. (Well, maybe longer for things like a lawyer or surgeon, but you get my drift.)
(And for everybody else interested)
Of all my most successful endeavors, and I’m not trying to claim omnipotent knowledge here, they all had one common trait: enthusiasm not overshadowed by pessimism. There was energy to spare, because it wasn’t being drained off to hold the pessimist at bay.
And they were mostly based in reality: I wasn’t trying to develop a warpdrive engine using an as yet undiscovered power source to push an imaginary ship across space. Good entertainment, but not reality. No, these were based on real things, usually just out of reach, but by making the extra effort, were attainable. The incentive was personal happiness as measured in achievements; I have stories to tell even if I didn’t gain in material things.
Broad brush moment here: Most people won’t make the extra effort due to risk aversion. We are a ‘security’ minded people; we want to play it safe because safe is comfortable. Risk is dangerous to that comfort.
But if you don’t risk it, you can’t fail, and if you can’t fail, you don’t learn. Not learning is true failure in my world. Not succeeding is part of the learning curve, get back up, get on the bike and try again. Get out of the water, drain the kayak and try again. If you ain’t trying, you ain’t living.
Now, I have my own personal limits of what I’ll try and won’t; I have zero desire to go base jumping for example but would be (am) willing to build a FAR 103 ultralite and learn to fly. Its all a matter of degrees. My current goal is a little more aetheral but still achievable if I stick to my guns amd guts about it.
The trick is to keep the naysayers at bay. They have a way of wiggling doubt into the slightest crevice; doubt that grows like a cancer and destroys willpower. Willpower is what you need . The truly sucessful are more certain of themselves and are more resistant to the negative: I need a little more breathing room than that, but can still pull some amazing things off when I get my steam up.
I’m building that head of steam now.