Slipping Through The Night

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As many of you know I have been a survivalist for last 30+ years. Not only do I run my own survival group, But I help others establish their group, And teach them the lessons that I learned the hard way.

I’ve written books, and thousands of articles about survival, Sustainability, And the geopolitical climate affecting survivalism.

It is with much distress That I’m seeing the demise of survivalism, And the rapid assimilation of a war like movement Gearing up to do battle with the United States government and military.

It is very distressing to me because that is absolutely the WRONG WAY TO DO IT!

Let’s put things into perspective here:

If everybody bugs out, who will hold the line. Who will stand shoulder to shoulder with the next Pissed off Fed up patriot?

Why is it that the majority of survivalist that I see on Facebook Are 100% totally focused on Civil War, Instead of survivalism?

When some 27-year-old kid, With absolutely no military Training, Tells me that he’s a survivalist, But doesn’t have one week worth of food stockpiled, Yet can rattle off the nomenclature and operating procedure of nearly every assault weapon—Scares the shit out of me.

That’s not a survivalist in my book; He’s anarchist looking for a war, Or at least excuse to go to war…

The fact is real simple people: You all need to get your head out of your ass, And start thinking in terms of reality instead of this Hollywood bullshit I see going on.

I personally think that far too many survivalist Get caught up in the plethora of Fear Mongering And conspiracy Theories blasting across the Internet today.

Many of these website, And so called experts a really good at pushing buttons of fear, But yet when it comes to the solution, They want you to buy something from them. If it’s that damn important–share the knowledge without restriction.

Many of you have been my friends on here for years. You know where I stand Politically. That is an undeniable fact.

But I got to tell your friend, I’m really glad that you post links on Facebook pages Exposing some of the Nefarious events going on in the world, But what the hell are you going to do about.

Nothing that’s what!

I already know this for fact because the vast majority of Facebook user Are simply playing on the Internet, And to chickenshit to stand up for what they believed in.

Fact check: If I write something silly, stupid, or humorous, I get all kinds of likes. But on the other hand, If I write something anti-government, Or offer a solution that would require personal ambition-The piece that I wrote gets just a few likes.

That my friend tells me everything that I need to know. There are a few of you on here that I know have the same attitude that I do. My respect to you collectively, And individually.

But to the rest of you bugging out I have this much to say to you: Your food will run out.
Your wife will get tired of living in the woods.
You will not be alone out there.
You will not be sitting all around a campfire roasting marshmallows, And singing cumbyah.

You alone, without help, cannot go to war Against the military. I don’t give a damn if it’s America’s military or United Nations foreign troops. You will get your ass shot off!

The problem is this: What will be the trigger which sets you into motion?

How will you recognize the event trigger for what it means to you personally, And the rest of society?

Do you think that bugging out into the woods will solve the issue?

How long can you maintain your safety and security, Without coming back into the affected areas In order to resupply yourself?

Are you simply going to execute a one man suicide mission?

That’s where the bullshit factor comes into play…!!

You’re just bullshitting yourself and everyone else if you subscribed to this dumbass theory.

Given the current political climate flowing out there, I see things getting we worst every stinking day. It’s almost a certainty that Civil War will Explode in America unless there are some rapid policy changes occurring.

Firearms are essential to survivalism as freeze dried food. But neither mean diddly squat unless you have friends who have your back. By that I mean real friends, Not Facebook Friends!

If Civil War should erupt in America, Like we have witnessed in the Mideast countries, It will not be a pretty sight Or beautiful experience.
That is the reality factor!

How will you initiate your one man war?

I guess whom?

What targets will you strike?

How will you determine if your victorious?

How will you get the support of The indigenous population?

As I’ve said time and time again; How many of you are willing to die to make a fucking political statement!

When the men in Black blow through your front door in the middle of the night, And you resist–They will shoot your ass off just to make an example of you to scare the rest of us Into submission.

FACT CHECK:
When the Feds Took down hutaree Of Michigan based purely upon contrived and manufactured Evidence, None of which held up in court–a large number of established militia groups, As well as Individual resistors, Immediately distanced Themselves Because they were too chicken shit to be outraged!

During Hurricane Katrina Where was the outrage When the feds and police departments were kicking in doors and illegally seizing firearms from law abiding citizens!

Who got rightly pissed off this year, when 150 Heavily armed federal officers swooped in during the night And descended on a Pennsylvania survivalist who made disparaging remarks against Obama on one of those stupid ass preppers shows!

When the murdering police thugs are violating someone’s rights, Or beating them to death, Why is it that most people will stand around and just videotape it—Instead of going and kicking some ass!

All of these are documented facts….

Survivalism and resistance Are two distinctly different animals. One does not go with the other.

Ask yourself this real simple question: While I am out there fighting the government, Who will take care of my family?

How will I resupply my ammunition?
From the enemies dead bodies you say… Better take the time to check the technology that they are using on personal and crew served weapons!

Remember that these military Units train for this shit every day. This is what they do for a living.

One man might take one or two of them down, But unless you have friends backing you up, You’re on a suicide mission.

Word: Helicopter gunship….!

Are you starting to get my point now? Forget all of that “Red Dawn” Bullshit you watched at the movies. Real life doesn’t work that way.

So what’s the answer to this dilemma?

You’ll know what to do, When to do it, How to do it, And with whom to do it with—When the time comes!

Stay tuned for more later…

Something Old and Something New

The wine tastes good; cool, sparkling, and sweet. It
compliments the music playing softly in the
background; a melancholy feeling washing over me as I
gaze across the tree-lined hills surrounding my little
cabin out in the middle of nowhere….

Across the way, small birds play in the water of the
pond; they jump from reed to reed singing their songs
of love; happiness in their shrill voices…

My bare feet resting on a stump that I dragged out of
the woods last year, my shirt opened to the last
button; resting in my favorite rocking chair on my
porch as I sway gently back and forth…

The air smalls of spring, of new beginnings. It is a
time when all the coldness blanketing the earth peeks
out for that first look to see if everything is
alright. It is a time when nature blossoms with love
as the flowers magically appear on the distant grassy
hills, and the creatures of the forest renew love lost
from the last season-and I know that feeling all to
well…

I arrived here yesterday evening. Haven’t seen this
place for a few months,only in the back of my mind,
for those times that I need to escape the realities of
the world. It is this place my mind takes me to; and I
emerge renewed…

Now I am sitting on the front porch of my cabin. It
took me two years during the summer months to built it
from the ground up. Everything comes from Mother
Earth; except a few things that I couldn’t build, or
can’t live without…

The air is still nippy and the wind makes the top of
the trees sway back and forth soothing me with that
swishing sound it makes..One of my favorite sounds in
the world. I look around at my little piece of heaven,
caught up in the unreal beauty of this area; and
realize that this is the place that I want to be
buried in, to contribute my body to this heaven on
earth as my soul wanders the distant hills…

Over on my right, across the little grassy field; my
horse “Moussie” nibbles at the new grass, occasionally
looking up to see if I am paying attention to her. I
try not to look; but she is a beauty in her own right.
I bought her from a family across the state. When I
first saw her she was a mess. The people were having a
hard time taking care of themselves; so that left no
time, attention, or food for my little beast. She was
filthy, and I paid three times what she was worth;
everything that I had saved in my bank account. But
she will never be hungry again, or alone, or left out
in the cold of winter…..

The music has stopped; once again the quietness of the
Wyoming forest returns to me; and sometimes it gets
really quiet here; but mostly it gets quiet in my mind
as I sort through and live with the emotions raging
within me…..

You see friend; yesterday I lost something that I feel
like I’ve had all my life. I lost something that was
very important to me; a something that I had been
carrying around for so long; that I forgot where I put
it once it was gone; and I realize how important that
something was. Now I’m trying to figure out exactly
where I lost something so I can go back and find it
again…..

This something wasn’t something you can hold, or
something you can eat, or even something you can
touch. Well maybe in a way you could touch it; but
that requires a special touch, more of a feeling than
a human touch; like with my fingers; but I feel like I
could just about put my fingers on it, but not
really..It Was Something…

The damned thing is that something changed in me when
I lost that something in the first place, and that is
something because I forgot how important that
something was to me in the first place.The thing is
that I know something is missing, and I know something
isn’t right, and I feel like I should be doing
something about it; but something just isn’t clicking
here…..

So for most of the morning I have been sitting here on
my front porch thinking about something, hoping that
something will happen, but something just escapes
me…..

My horse is till nibbling and trying to keep her eye
on me; guess she knows something is wrong. The birds
are still happily singing their love songs; but once
in a while they stop, and I have to look over there to
see if something is up; maybe they know something that
I don’t…..

I get up, stretch, and walk into my cabin. My feet
making those barefoot-on-wood sounds as I pad into the
main room. A slight whiff of wood smoke catches my
attention; and I remember the coffee pot that’s been
boiling on the wood stove all morning. Now that’s
gotta be something…..

Passing by the fireplace and into the bedroom I see
something…Something catches my attention…A picture
sitting on the nightstand beside my oh-so-comfortable
bed. I pick up the little gold frame and see something
that makes my heart skip a beat or something…..

It’s her; the girl back East that made my heart go
pitter-patter or something; and as I sit on the edge
of the bed holding her picture and fall back onto the
pillows, her picture held close to my heart; I
remember what is was that I lost:

I lost something with her; something that had a
beginning but never a chance. I lost the opportunity
to tell her something, and show her how important
something inside of me is, and that maybe I could say
something to her that would make her think about
something that both of were feeling, or something and
I know she felt something too, because I felt it
coming from her; and that’s something because we never
even held each other in the rain, or even kissed each
other, or something…..

But mostly I just wanted to show her that something
was possible even when you think you have nothing.
That two people loving each other without question is
something in itself, and that is something many, many
people try to find and never will, because they try to
find something with their eyes instead of their
hearts…..

So I lay here on this bed getting lost in that
picture; knowing damned well that I better be doing
something about this before its to late or
something…and lost forever…..

The horse is still outside nibbling; the birds are
still singing; the wind still whispers through the
trees, but it sounds different or something. I stare
up at the wood ceiling sending out my silent signals
across the forest,flowing through the snow-capped
mountains and over the western prairies sun-baked earth
to arrive thousands of miles away at Nanette’s place;
hoping she hears me, hoping she understands why, and
hoping she lets me know her feelings, or
something…..