Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Born Again American- Decepticons, ATTACK!

Hope there is enough time left to make a difference.



Nice sentiment, right? Nice feelings, all extra American-y and squishy?
Watch it twice, and you will poop Red White and Blue bunting for your porch, a Star Spangled collar for your firedog Spot, and with a third watching, you might cough up an apple pie AND a baseball game with extra innings.

This website looks awesome, designed to getcha to sign the Declaration-of-Independence style Pledge they have (I did, to see what I get in my inbox.)

Thing is-this site's "TAKE THE NEXT STEP" link has the logo for People For The American Way pop up. Go there. Look at what they support.

I got suspicious when I saw the Church Choirs. If it is the LEFT, a Choir is ok to use for politics- but not for the Right, or for libertarians-oh hell no! Remember, Jeezus was a community organizer, Pilate was a governor (like Arnold.)

Eff the US. When I was younger, I Pledged Allegiance to it- but it was the version that our Founders envisioned- the vibrant, productive, INDEPENDENT version I dreamed about, read about, and was taught about in Scouting- NOT BHO's broke-assed nanny state, where Predators fly over major metros to "help" us. If it ever recovers, then I will honor my Pledge.

I'm loyal to God, Family, Friends and my future home State.
If the coasts ever burn, well then, GOOD.
It will be a start.

Born Again American , my ass. More like American Redesigned and Reeducated.
The Liberty tree is thirsty indeed...

Monday, March 2, 2009

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Sell a Child to Feed a Child

No, this post has nothing to do with me or the Mrs, personally. Lets get that out of the way up front.

It really has to suck to be one of the parents in some turd-world nation that has backed themselves into a corner like this- a corner that is so dark and filled with desperation that your only apparent remaining option, short of violent crime is to sell one of your children in order to feed the others.

(I'm da King of run on sentences baby- WHOHOO!)

How could you live with yourself, every morning, waking up to a missing child, to cook a meal for your family that is the moral equivalent of forcing them into sibling cannibalism? You may never know (or even worse, find out for SURE!) what happened to your child- prostitution, crime, death, medical experiments. It has to be horrible.

Luckily, America is not in that position yet- but it is only luck. This nation's foolish behavior has taken us down a very frightening road-and I suspect that it is all DOWNHILL. I pray that I am wrong, but with human nature being what it is...I'll be glad when we get out West.

As it is now, the economy is falling apart at the seams, and unlike the mighty Battlestar Galactica, there is no funky Cylon goop we can slap on her skeleton to bring her back to life. The crisis is a fundamental ignorance of fundamentals. To modify an old punchline, "No Gold, Radio!"

Learn a skilled trade while you have a chance, or learn to grow food and livestock. I won't need to trade parts or repair services for CPA work or "mad l33t skilz" when the infrastructure snaps and Battlestar USA slides into a decaying orbit, destined to burn up.

Call it a hunch, but I doubt that any of the prominent survival authors, or televison or internet survival specialists are going to find extra room in THEIR lifepod for any latecomers. Don't put yourself in the position that so many parents in other countries have. Don't eat your kids.

If you don't prepare for toughER economic (and otherwise) bleak times, someone ELSE may eat your kids. And your dog. And your cat. AND YOU.

I have been told more than once that if I can't "eat it, shoot it, or (fill in the blank)" then it's not worth having. While this is not TOTALLY true, there is a wisdom to it.

I wonder what a binder of MAGIC:The Gathering or Pokemon Cards will be worth in 2015?
Value for collectors, or value as firestarters?
Do ya reckon anyone will trade seeds, tools, or even toothpaste for them?
Would they trade those things NOW in any slimy mudhole in rural China or India, where these frivolities were probably printed to begin with? I doubt it.

Our brilliant nation of over-consumers have elected Hope and Change.
If you cannot tell by watching short-circuiting Nancy Pelosi, the Cylons aren't COMING, folks-
the Cylons are HERE, and running the ship.

Super-fortunately for us here in the US, "The Plan" is not yet in full swing. time is short, but the methods people are resorting to are not LAST RESORTS. It may seem like it financially to some, but before the Age of the Platinum Unicorn may begin, and before the Easter Bunny can deliver your free health care, even well prepared 'Muricans may find it necessary to take what they consider Desperate Measures (from the 'Murican point of view.)

Anyone short on cash may be tempted to "sell a child to feed a child." I personally believe this is the wrong tactic for the current time.

Lets say a gunowner has to sell a nice piece of their collection to make rent, power, mortgage, or food- well then, that is selling a "child" to feed themselves.

If, HOWEVER, they are selling the piece of their collection in order to buy ammo to feed another piece in their collection...well...whoa. For shame. Sell it for hi-cap magazines instead.
(just kidding about the last few sentences, I just suck at transitioning.)

Point is, some very nice stuff that normally would remain unseen by the masses has and will come up for sale, due to financial necessity or even hardship.)

Case in point:
a close friends personal (but thank heavens, not only) Long Distance Zombie Zapper.
.50 BMG sub MOA. Ouch; I want, but cannot feed it myself. I can count the .50 BMG I have on hand on the fingers and toes of fewer than 10 targets.

Lookie:




More info available on AuctionArms.

Good luck with your collections, folks.
Like old Scoutmaster Vic used to say to me weekly: "Buy Cosmoline."

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Bad Moon Rising AKA Hope & Change...

(John Fogerty)
I see a bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earth quakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound and take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes a-blowing,
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound and take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Look's like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound and take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Civilian Pardon...

Know that for today, the following Senators  have my admiration for DOING THEIR JOB-that is, voting AGAINST fiscally raping our nation's children and grandchildren (to the 10Th generation.)

llard (R)
Barasso  (R)
Brownback  (R)
Bunning (R)
Cantwell (D)
Cochran (R)
Crapo (R)
DeMint (R)
Dole (R)
Dorgan (D)
Enzi (R)
Feingold (D) 
Inhofe (R)
Johnson (D)
Landrieu (D)
Nelson (FL) (D)
Roberts (R)
Sanders (I)
Sessions (R)
Shelby (R)
Stabenow (D)
Tester (D)
Vitter (R)
Wicker (R)
Wyden (D)


The rest of you Senate BASTARDS need to be held accountable for letting it come to this, and then accelerating its awfulness.

Personally, I'd like to see each of you KELO'd, for a start- and living in cardboard boxes under bridges, pension less.

Sonsabitches. Burn in hell. 

Apparently, only 25% of the Senate is worth redeeming, and the rest want to counterfeit for a living. 

Washington DC would be a nice place, if it wasn't for all the freaking vampires.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Remington Suspends Ammunition Sales

...had ya going, didn't I?
Well its not true - but THIS IS.
guess ya better stock up on TP and .22 for barter before those go into short supply, eh?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

What's pissing me off right now...

Yeah, yeah, I know- most people could give a crap about Dr. Paul and liberty.
But obviously, my wanderlust is kicking in, as now I realize how pissed off I am at missing the Campaign for Liberty rally that will be going on at the same time as the RNC freakshow next week.

Guess I'll just crank the Aimee Allen tunes after lunch.

I think I'll let the Alice Cooper play for now, though. Maybe Alice will cheer me up.

Even the thought of the Ron Paul Autographed 7.62 Colt isn't giving me adequate warm fuzzies, right now.
M-O-O-N. Back on the phones in 30 minutes or so. ugh.

Missing Home

Well, its not EXACTLY home yet, but it is ours, and the possibilities that await us there are so full of potential and learning that sitting behind a desk freezing my butt off hardly seems fruitful by comparison.

But, as has been said before, you have to survive the short run to get TO the long run, and getting out of debt and preparing ourselves and families for an eventual move require me to presently have "frozen sales monkey butt." As it is lunchtime, I will likely go out back and stare at the parking lot...more cityscape and perhaps F16 jet traffic above, if I am lucky (go Vipers!)
It saps the will to function right out of my soul, though, when I think that I could be in our "driveway," looking at this:

...and working towards our ultimate goals.
Sigh.

We we there now...
Instead of going back to a rental home to figure up bills and write checks, I could blow off the afternoon and evening plans, grab the Mrs., and go to the lake...


But realistically, I'd even prefer to have a safe full of Glocks, Beretta 92s, Mossy 500s and AR15s to work on in digital camo, (even though THOSE get somewhat dull!) VERSUS having to sit around getting fatter for the next 4-5 hours. Aaaargh!


Anybody know what I could get for a kidney? ANYTHING to speed up this process.