Friday, May 23, 2014

All and all it was...

...just bricks in the wall...

...hmmm, wonder where this post is heading(?)...anyway, in the early eighties we used to go to the midnight matinee, at the briarwood mall in ann arbor michigan...every friday and saturday at midnight, the malls movie theater had three movies, the newest feature out (what ever it was at the time) and two others...several of us would drive from detroit to ann arbor just to see the movie 'pink floyd the wall' every weekend...the other film that played was 'the rocky horror picture show'...after a while we would alternate between the two, many times seeing both in a weekend depending on the type of buzz we had/wanted at the time...no shit when i tell you i've seen those flicks hundreds of times...

...in those days i owned a couple cars that stick in the memory...a 1972 maverick grabber in a pukish yellow with brown stripes(eventually painted red with white stripes) stock small block, with the addition of a cam, four barrel, headers, posi and dual exhaust...i kept the 'three on the tree', along with the fourteen inch stock tires, hell it even had the white walls, a perfect sleeper...it ran a best of 13.91 on slicks one year at my high school drags at milan dragway...

...the other was a 1974 buick apollo, a nova wannabee...a car that seems to have dropped off the face of the earth, originally my car was a six banger, but with a bone yard small block we put in it, headers, duals and decent tires it too was a balls out hot rod...i did convert the three on the tree to a floor shifter due to peer pressure, but i wish i hadn't...i was faster the other way...go figure



...as i close, two things are reverberating in my brain...song lyrics... in the days of my youth i was told what it means to be a man...along with the bunker version of, those were the days...

...GodBless...and oh yeah, FuckTheFeds...

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

...Rage against the ...?

...against the man ?...a mechanism of, or the machine ?...

...it came close to officer friendly, a man operating a mechanism of the machine...he chose wisely

...i came out of the dark to reiterate what untold thousands have told untold thousands, this police state we're enveloped in must cease...a very trivial traffic stop damn near went south due to this dickhead, two worlds violently ripped to bloody pieces, both his and mine, only i would have lived...all for "failing to stop", rolling thru a stop sign, on  a deserted hunk of road i travel twice daily( i actually almost stopped too...felt like i was being watched...lol, come to find out i was...lol )

...i did not receive a citation, at the end of a heated discussion that ebbed towards conversation, the young man offered his hand(never apologized, but thanked me for my honesty...WTF?)

...you stupid ass childlike 'roid grazer, i almost shot you in your fuckin' face...

...these little mobile resupply pods will come in handy...once...when we face our real adversaries



...make clear your mind, steady your resolve, the clarity of righteousness is its own reward


Saturday, December 21, 2013

...end of another run...

...as the slide into oblivion continues, accelerating daily, one has to wonder when will My Republic crash into the wall of balcanisation, the inevitable conclusion of our journey...

...persecution of Christians has stepped out of the dark into the shadows, no longer completely afraid of The Light, the bad guys of all types gaining courage and momentum...they will not stop, they may not advance their positions, in fact they may recede some, but they will not stop...can you say Crusades boys and girls, betcha can...

...remember The Reason for The Season...take out all the commercialization, take away all the phony calender dates, relish in the fact that this is THE celebratory event of Christians, reveling in the birth of Our Savior...be tolerant no more of those who denounce Christianity, stand up to those who would have you stand down, for they are an extreme minority, hack not at the branches of evil, but at the root...


...Merry Christmas Brothers and Sisters, May God Bless and Keep You and Yours safe


...from me to you, when the trumpets sound, and the battle begins in earnest, shoot those heathen bastards to the ground, show no quarter nor expect any, cut them balls to bellows and spill their rancid commie guts for all to see...Lord Have No Mercy on Them, For They Know What They Do.


...time to go dark for a while...keep practicing, keep preaching, keep purchasing(ammo)...see y'all next year.

Friday, December 6, 2013

...title begets treatment...

...as bestowed, the Mrs' car is in the carport, while my truck has an inch of ice, the Mrs just hollered out that i could've pulled the boat and camper out, put in the truck to save the bitchin'...( i'm not bitchin' babe, believe me it's easier to de-ice the truck...lol)... southwest central arkansas gettin' hammered(by local standards anyway...) this beast leaving large portions of texas and oklahoma shut down, we're just getting what they had...

...fuck it, let it snow, let it ice, let the grid fail for days/weeks...i'll eat, drink, stay warm and cozy in my jammies'...did get on the sweats to do the dogs tho, but right back in the jammies' i went after, lol...here's hoping you have an alternate heat source...

...seriously tho, be careful if you must travel in this "winter storm"...(lmao@sensationalism)




GoodLuck. GodBless.

...oh yeah, buy ammo...

Sunday, November 10, 2013

...to blog, or not to blog...

...sometimes it's hard to do...putting word to keyboard to screen, nothing is being said that hasn't been said already...i'm still a prepper, almost a cliche' these days, our prepper blogs started a revolution of correspondence blogs dealing with everything from our beginning to our ends...we've lost alot of folks thru the years...some just moved on to another realm of the sphere, some moved on to a Higher Power

...i remember several blogs with modest beginnings, where we were the only commentors(you all know who you/they are) that have ballooned with a huge following...at least we can say "we knew them when..."
...my particular blog in the cog of the sphere was never meant to be anything more than it is, i learned what i could about what i wanted to do, and did it with the help of  fellow bloggers to guide it...along the way using these pages to share my world...

...my world is old, and jaded, my lifestyle unchanged since adulthood...simply put, stores-n-chores...buy my beans, bullets, and band-aids, eat, shoot, and fix myself...i like it, it has been refined to an art form...

...i'm a prepper...always have been really, expect i'll always be...


GodBless


...oh yeah, buy ammo, practice, practice, practice...




Sunday, September 29, 2013

..always here, and now...

...ahhh, irish coffee mellows...perfect for a rainy sunday ramblings, i've never left, i'm omnipresent, i've been here, i've been there...nuthin' else to do at this moment but drop a dime.

...busy times indeed, chores and stores brothers and sisters...'chores-n-stores'

...ammo acquisition again tantamount to eating, the firearms and ammunition industries have leveled off as much as they're going to for the foreseeable future, if you need'em, get'em...remember two is one, one is none.

...watching, waiting, prepping, practicing, coordinate your tribes boys and girls, practice, practice, practice...

...local, local, local, also sage advice, contacts this year have garnered me fruits and veggies locally produced, and thanks to an abandoned property next door, plenty of pecans( i miss my pecan trees), the muscadine vines on the back border of the property are huge and plentiful(lots of rain...love those things, almost as much as pecans...lol)

...small reminder, 'tis the season of change, get yer 72 hour kit in the vehicles now...before the badness...on most occasions the avg joe aint at home much these days, keep what ya need in case ya gotta fight yer way home...

Pray.
Prepare.
Purchase(ammo)
Practice.

 GodBlessMyRepublic.




Sunday, March 24, 2013

...teach a man to fish...

...we all have a mentor(probably multiples...as in my case) but one dude stands above the rest...

...the teachers of us, guiding lights, the dude(s) that we looked up to when we was coming up...the folks that share wisdom with no thought of personal gain(sometimes shares it even when they're not trying too...)

...when we was kids we used to play two things(mostly), baseball and guns...now when i use the term 'playing guns' it means many things...army, cops-n-robbers, cowboys-n-indians, great white hunters whatever...we built elaborate forts and defended them from marauders, we swam the pond and stormed a european beachhead, dug foxholes, trenches, built a firebase in a jungle and had night fights...man did we play hard...

...as we aged the playing guns continued, we all had BB guns, we were all shot...some severely, but we learned quickly, levels of power to pain to penetration to asswhoopin'...lol, anyway this one guy(he was a "guy", we were kids) always asked where we were going, what we were doing, and his son(who lived somewhere else with the mom, and visited occasionally, whom we knew...)was moving in with him someday soon, and he was just wanting to know in case the boy showed up kinda attitude, over the years we got to know him pretty good...eventually the boy stopped coming altogether(never saw him again) but old dude stayed in our click, cuz he was one of our gangs 'cool' parents...parents that played with the kids, took interest in us, minded us and reminded us..sometimes he walked into the woods with us, gave us tips so to speak...and he talked some, about his army days in southeast asia (my dad was in korea, grandpa ww2, a couple uncles and older cousins was in vietnam but they didn't talk about it, one uncle did...talked and trained me about it, yet another mentor...different story) a newer war and all us young'uns ate up the stories like candy...dude was quiet...all the time espousing noise discipline, on most occasions he would follow up his lessons with "that's what i tell my boy..."

...only he didn't... he didn't "tell his boy"...we as kids never knew the dudes son to come back, as we aged he never did...but that never seemed to stop the comment " that's what i tell my boy"...as time progressed most of the kids forgot about dude, i often hunted the woods we used to play in, plenty of times we killed critters together and ate 'em on the spot, he taught me alot...i mean, dad taught us alot, all the fine basics, ethics and such...this dudes teachings were of a different level(unknown at that time, it was a survivalist mindset) at 12 and 13 years old it was playing...from 14 on while deer hunting, he taught me the arts of camouflage(and my affinity w/tiger striped),  laws of optics, lights and shadows, using the wind in my favor, still hunting(which isn't "still" at all when performed correctly), building shelters, fires, snares and such...he let me fire his M1, M14, and his many AR type rifles, including a select fire version(which i promised, back then, not to tell anyone) i was hooked, black rifle disease had set in...he must have had three or four 1911 models too, he showed me how to use, and maintain them all...

...there was only a few times that i remember him talking, in depth, of his tours in vietnam...conversations initiated by too much beer, grass, and stupid questions...he did four tours, '67-'69 and again in '70-'71, he said he was shot 3 times, and spent most of 1969 in the hospital, his last tour he stepped on a toe popper and blew three of his toes off (only after that did i notice his slight limp favoring his left side) he spoke highly of training the locals to fight the communist in his "early days", he never glorified the violence though, and he had nothing but respect for his adversaries(minus the occasional "gook" or "little commie bastards" remarks) saying often he learned much from their methods, until he was shot then it became vengeful...laughed out loud when telling us how "charlie put a bounty on us,they called us green faced commandos or some such shit...we killed those lil' fuckers as if it was free"...thus, him lending some of his anti personnel skills to us, communist were still the enemy then, he told us all kinds of ways to "kill the commie bastards"...
"...course everything's different in triple canopy jungle...you boys will have to adjust for effect.", he taught us about booby traps, trip wires for booby traps and perimeter breach alarms, need to be scrutinized from all directions by the installers for maximum concealability, and are as varied as the terrain(and literally using it)there are some ancient booby traps with horrific ability to kill or maim...everything old is new again...

...i never saw 'evidence' of his service, save a few fotogs on the wall there was nothing to indicate he was a military man, all of them he was in beret, boonie hat, or do-rags, faces painted, standing with indigenous peoples of vietnam/laos/cambodia,  i saw his medals once(many of them) stashed in a couple cigar boxes, on a couple occasions i heard his buds call him sarge...other than that, no idea...no idea of rank and privilege, he maintained no love of government or law enforcement, often deriding both, he accurately prophesied then the state of the nation we find ourselves in today, how i wish i heeded the warnings sooner...the last time i saw Rick was 1999...the last we spoke was '03 or '04, he was ate up with cancer, still smokin' marlboros and drinkin' budweiser beer, chasing the pain away with his grass(which he grew for himself) deciding to self medicate versus seeking 'professional' medical attention, he died in 2009...

"liberating from oppression was my obedience to God...sure hope He remembers most all those fuckers i sent to hell were Godless communist, oh well, karma's a bitch, one bad bitch with a claymore"  was one of the last things i remember Rick saying...

...he's been visiting my dreams lately, reminding me to tell my boy everything...

...and i will...