Cody Lundin

“Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.”

― Cody Lundin, When All Hell Breaks Loose: Stuff You Need To Survive When Disaster Strikes

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

I believe Barack Hussein Obama is this guy reincarnated. Got to be. Teachers, welcome little Abdullah to your classroom!

Rain, and lots of it.  I'm glad to see it but we are staying buttoned up in the house today. Thursday  and Friday it's supposed to get down into the mid teens here. Still have a few minor things to do to get ready for that, mostly concerning the well pump house. Won't take long if the rain will stop for an hour or so.

We did an impromptu trip into town yesterday. Spur of the moment type of thing.  Bought some hog jowls at the grocery store. This time of year, the dogs need fat and hog jowls are the best way to get it to them. But people use the hog jowls for cooking things like Lima beans, butter beans, black eyed peas,  and soup, so they can be hard to find. We had to buy smoked jowls yesterday even though the dogs much prefer raw jowls. You take what you can get.

We went to our favorite restaurant. We have been going there for decades. It changes names but stays the same. Went around three so it would not be busy, and it wasn't. It was really nice to be inside, with a good meal, with no dishes to clean up, and be warm. They keep it warm in there since their clientele is largely comprised of old people and we get cold easily!

We were all set to watch "The Doctor Blake Mysteries" and "The Father Brown Mysteries" on PBS yesterday, but they were showing something else! Shock and dismay.  That's one of our routines. Tried to watch "MARS" on National Geographic at nine but couldn't stay awake.

Today will surely be dull. That's ok though. I can read and at noon Rush is on. I usually listen to the first hour or so of that, before the "phone lines" come into play.

Thought for Today:

It was bad enough getting Hispanics in my classroom who couldn't speak word one of English. At least they were polite and didn't want to kill me.  Good luck teachers, with the 50,000 or more additional  "Syrian Refugees" that the Dims are getting into the country before President Trump takes over. You'll be getting some interesting new students. The government is accelerating the process to get as many as they can in before the new administration puts a stop to this.  Don't worry about "vetting" just get on the plane!

Sunday, December 4, 2016

And that's the way it is......

Deus Vult!

A Chipmunk song dedicated to the Hillary Drones, and their Neon God.

If you aren't old enough to remember the old Simon and Garfunkel songs, you may not recognize the words to this. It fits the Moon Bats to perfection, though.

This special edition of Surplus showed up in the grocery store this past week. $15.00 a copy.  That's getting out of hand, but I liked it so I bought it.  The first thing I noticed was that the ink on the cover came off all over my fingers while I was reading it. The second thing was that the back cover was cut all the way down from top to bottom, diagonally, but the cut didn't go all the way through the paper. I am going to take it back and exchange it for a copy that isn't messed up.  Even so, great articles and there was even one on an obscure Star pistol that I actually have one of.

The new Off Grid was out too. Appropriately enough it's about cold weather issues.  Here in the mountains, it's cold and wet today.  We are forted up in the house.  My wife made a big plate of chocolate chip cookies, and they go well with coffee. No reason to go anywhere until the rain stops, which is supposed to be Tuesday. The more, the better.

Some Post Election Cartoons:

And of course, the Moon Bats are still harping on the Russians as an explanation for their loss. Nobody believes that nonsense anymore, if they ever really did.

Uncle Joe is not running the show anymore.

If the Russians had wanted to intervene in our election, in order to destroy us, they would have tried to help Hillary win.  Meanwhile, they are beating the tar out of Al Qaeda affiliates in Syria.  We need allies who will actually kick ass and  take names. They are in short supply at the moment.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

2016 minus 1982 equals 34.

I had to do the math to figure out how long M and I have been married.  34 years. Last year I tried to do the figuring in my head and messed up, and Dani reminded me I had the number wrong. So this year I used a calculator.  That's what happens when you get older.

We get too worn out these days, rushing around, so earlier in the week, we went west and I took M to a nice store she likes. She got two "outfits" with pants, a blouse and a kind of jacket thing like a hoodie. One is made of some soft material and is gray. I told her she looks like a mouse wearing it.

She has always been very frugal, and has a hard time spending money on herself.  This was an anniversary present shopping trip though. We both got some things we wanted. I got a case of Privi-Partisan 7.5 Swiss , brass cased and boxer primed, from Sportsman's Guide. She likes to go to stores and walk around so that was part of her "treat." I would generally rather stay home and order off the internet.

We worked hard from our teens into our sixties, and I don't see why we shouldn't let go of a nickle now and then.  But we are both Scotch Irish, and so we are naturally tight with a coin.

I had to pay my property taxes this week. It really aggravates the devil out of me. I get nothing other than access to the park for my money, and they send some of it down to Atlanta to pay for schools in urban districts where everybody is on welfare, nobody pays any  taxes to support their schools, so the rural counties have to. If an asteroid landed right on Atlanta and vaporized it, how much better off Georgia would be. When I first came here in 1986 my property taxes were just under $1000 a year, but now they have more than doubled.

In some counties in Georgia, you don't have to pay property tax after you turn 64, but not here. You pay the fat cats until you die.

Nothing else to tell. I am just staying inside today and doing nothing.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A little rain

We had a little rain.  Not much.  Just overnight, steady showers. It was welcome, but not a lot of help with the drought. I don't know about the fires. I can't smell them outside but I haven't checked the fire maps on line yet.

I tried to buy a new computer during "Black Friday" and "Cyber Monday" but wasn't able to find one I wanted. There were several I tried to buy, but after tediously and laboriously filling out the orders, the screen would say "on line purchase out of stock" or something like that. Then it would suggest a different computer that cost three or four times as much. After trying Target, Best Buy, QVC and Evine , and having that happen each time, I just quit.  I also noticed that most of the affordable computers that still used Windows 7 or 8 were "refurbished." Thanks, but no thanks. There's a reason they had enough of a particular model to make it cost effective to rebuild them. The reason is that they were garbage to start with.

My son is getting a root canal today. I will be glad when my daughter calls and tells me it is all over and went well. I hate that for him. But it has to be done or the result will be an abscess. Many times worse than getting it fixed before hand.

I bought two boxes of .45 ACP yesterday, for $14.95 each. FMJ, boxer primed, brass cased. They only had two boxes or I would have bought more. We went into town to go to the library after I finished spending the rest of the day getting the place ready for the rain. Could have spared myself the effort in the end.

Fiocchi makes the Perfecta line of pistol ammo.  Good stuff, and very inexpensive.

I have also been buying some Aluminum cased .45 ACP when I can't find any of the brass cased reloadable ammo at a reasonable price. My thought is this. I can load the .45 into a carry gun. It cycles as well as brass cased, throws the same bullet the same speed, and I probably won't be hanging around to pick up my "brass" if I have to use the carry gun.

Blazer has been around a long time. I have a couple of cases of it out in the shop, that I bought years ago.  What I'm buying now is Federal, as the Blazer disappeared from this area a long time back and you don't see it anymore.

I don't often make large quantity purchases of ammo anymore, unless I see a good special on line. But I do pick up a box or two regularly and squirrel it away. Must just be force of habit, because I sure don't need any more.

History Channel has the whole ten part series "Doomsday, 10 Ways the World Will End." on their web page. I sign on using my Direct TV code, and I can watch them on the Kindle. Haven't been watching a lot of tv lately, but sometimes late at night I do like to watch an episode of this or that when I feel like it.

The best episodes so far have been on super volcanoes, nuclear war, and  solar storms (EMP). Some of the guests are very good, like the fellow who wrote "One Second After." But they have this obese, bullet headed paleontologist with lots of ear rings on most of the shows and he irritates me. Even so, it's a good series.

I will say, though, that whoever is writing the episodes doesn't really understand things like EMP. For instance, they have a scenario where a big solar flare hits earth, wipes out the power grid, but everybody is still tooling around in their modern cars. The "survivalists" in that episode are shown having a big barbecue under party lights as off in the distance, Denver burns. They have electricity, intones the narrator, because they have solar power. I always thought an EMP big enough to totally destroy the grid would wipe out maw and paw Kettles solar panels, inverter, etc out on the farm. Apparently not, if you take this as gospel.

But hey, it's still worth watching and there are some things on there I never thought about. For instance, that nuclear power plants would start going off once they ran out of fuel to run the cooling of the fuel rod pools. Not good for me, there are three nuclear power plants up around Chattanooga. Built long after I settled here, but there's little consolation in that. 

Well, time to go up by the fire and sit in my big chair. I have a book I'm struggling through, and I'd like to finish it today.

Hope all's well out there for everybody.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Nothing going on.

Nothing happening here.  Still dry, but getting colder now.  Should have the first snow very soon if the drought will let up.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

190 Miles round trip.

Yesterday we got up really early,  and then headed for a doctor's appointment in Cumming, Ga.  It's on the wrong side of the mountains from us, and a good drive.  When we got down there, the office was all plush and swank. It reminded me more of the lobby of a good London hotel than it did a doctor's office. There was a gourmet coffee bar in the waiting room with everything your heart desired, and a fruit and soda bar with all kinds of exotic drinks.  All gratis.  I knew this guy was going to be expensive.

My wife had her visit with the doctor, who told us that he would have to refer us to another kind of doctor. Of course, we still had to pay his fee but he had two things going for him. One, the good coffee in the waiting room mellowed me out.  Two, all the women working there looked like Victoria's Secret models. They were all so pretty I wondered if this guy had a side business going.  They were really good at pretending they cared about the people coming in. It wouldn't have done me any good to ask why we got referred down here, if we had to now be referred to someone else. Generally   I am a firm believer in being very ugly and unpleasant if I feel like I'm being played.  So this doctor's practice of making you feel like "something special" paid off.

The visit was early, and didn't take long.  So, we went to two big grocery stores. In our town, we have a couple of chain grocery stores but they are pretty small.  Down in Cumming they had a Publix and a Kroger, and nothing would do but that we went and shopped in those. Finally I went out and sat in the car until my wife called me on the cell and told me she was ready for me to come push the buggy out. I usually do that if she is shopping. She did get a lot of nice things to eat and drink that we don't have access to in the mountains, so it was a good deal all around.

Then we went back by Amicolola Falls and had a late lunch. This is a state lodge up on the top of a mountain. It has great views and a good buffet.

You better have good brakes, because otherwise you can get up there but you'll never make it going back down.  

The restaurant has big plate glass windows looking out over the mountains. Since all the land you can see is National Forest, there are no ugly houses or buildings in the view. Just unspoiled mountains and forest. While we were having lunch big hawks were flying by the windows, almost brushing the glass.

This time of year, there are not usually many people at the lodge. There were a great many Japanese and Chinese tourists this time though, which surprised me.  Usually it's almost deserted there in November.  But they have opened a new "zip line" thing where you put on a harness and go zipping through the trees to different tree platforms down the mountain, and that seemed to be doing a land office business.

The falls themselves were not flowing very strongly because of the drought. There is a wooden walkway that goes from the bottom to the top if you are feeling adventurous, but we weren't.

After we left there, we stopped at a couple of stores in small towns on the way back, so my wife could run in. She was willing to go to some gun stores we passed but I was tired and I wanted to get home before dark.  All in all, it was a fun day.

In 1986, Cumming was a farm town. It had one two lane road going North to South, and that was "the highway." It had a couple of feed stores, some little cafe's and shops, and a couple of grocery stores. There was a "Hardy's " burgher place and a "Dairy Queen."

But now Atlanta has swallowed it up. There is a six lane highway going through town. There are massive malls, all kinds of swank doctor and dentist offices, huge grocery stores. We had a little trouble finding the doctor's office and accidentally got into a residential "community" of McMansions. These places all sat on little lots, you could touch the side of your neighbors house from your house. They were all three stories, and all looked fantastically expensive. They were huge. I don't see how people live in a  place like that.

I took some protection down there because we were going to be so far from home.  I have fixed a rifle case on the back of the front seats in the Jeep, until I can figure out something better. That's mainly to stay legal and not have a hassle with Deputy Dog if I get pulled over for something.

I carried my Browning in the shoulder holster,  my SKS paratrooper, and a Mossberg 580 Shotgun.

The Mossberg is not for hunting birds.  It has a heat shield and an extended tube magazine for those situations where being polite doesn't cut the mustard.

The SKS I've mentioned before. Very light, very short (but legal) and 11 rounds of 7.62X39 attitude adjustment ammo.

To tell the truth, by the end of the day I was wishing I hadn't brought the handgun. I have an excellent Jackass Leather Company shoulder rig for it. I've worn it for so many years the leather has faded. But yesterday the cross piece on the holster, which is supposed to distribute the weight across my shoulders, just irked me to death. It kept rubbing.  My wife got me some new khaki "safari" shirts and I half way suspect it had something to do with that, though the shirt itself was really comfortable.

Today we aren't doing anything. We are both worn out, and just taking it easy. I am going to do a little reading and my wife is watching television.  I got her a big soft Indian blanket to get under when she sets up on the couch, so she can be comfortable. The cats like it about as well as she does, so now there are lots of cats keeping her company on the couch.

Thought for the Day:

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Cold and windy. A good day for a trip down Memory Lane.

These photos are of a T-28 at a museum out west.  VT-6 was the squadron I flew the T-28 in, and it's a virtual certainty that if I dig my old log books out I flew this aircraft.

VT-6 was one of two T-28 Trojan squadrons out of Milton Florida. The base was called NAS Whiting.

I don't know if they are still flying, or even if Whiting is still an active base. I was there in the mid seventies.

My youngest brother came down to visit me. He was stationed at the Combat Engineer School at Camp Geiger, North Carolina.  I think this was around 1976.

This is a friend of mine, a fellow named John Cowan. He went on to fly CH-46 helicopters. I lost touch with him. Wish I hadn't but you move around a lot in the service and it happens.

After VT-6,  I went to HT -8 and flew the Sea Ranger helicopter. On a hot day, you could hardly get it off the ground. A few years ago, I saw the modern version of the helicopter. It had massive engines and four blades, and the pilot said he could lift an elephant with it if he had to. 

This is just about the only picture I have of my time in VT-5, at NAS Saufley. The field is long gone, I heard it was converted into subsidized low income housing. The T-34 B is long gone too, though I got to fly it pretty frequently throughout my Marine Corps time, because it was at most air stations as a "hack." That means an aircraft you can just fly when you wanted to for fun.

From there I went on to the Bell UH-1 Iroquois , which is what I stayed with.  I wanted to be a fighter pilot but it didn't work out that way.  Everybody wanted to be a fighter pilot, but somebody had to fly tankers, helicopters, FAC aircraft, etc.  Like the song says " you don't always get what you want."

Another old VT-6 aircraft, and this one I am sure I flew.  It hangs from the ceiling of the U.S Naval Aviation Museum  in Pensacola, Florida now.

Here's a T-34B Mentor at Saufley mid 1970's.

Part of the VT-5 flight line at Saufley. As I recall, the other T-34 squadron based there was VT-2.

There weren't any digital cameras back then. I hauled my personal possessions around from Asia to Europe, and in the process some of the pictures got damaged and a lot of them got lost. But still, here's a slightly beat up photo of a T-34 one early morning.

Part of the flight line at VT-6.

Florida was hot, and the big bubble canopy on the T-28 turned the aircraft into a sauna. We kept the canopy open on the ground as much as we could, but in the air it had to be closed. Military aircraft smell like oil, exhaust, fuel, leather, sweat, hot canvas and a lot of other exotic aromas which make a distinctive smell when they are heated up around 90 degrees.

I liked the T-28 best of all the aircraft I flew.  I was just born too late. The right time for me to have been flying was 1941-1945.  This was as close as I ever got.

Well,  Flying was great and I enjoyed it.  Counting both military and civilian flying, I started in November 1973 when I got my civilian license through a Navy program at the college. I finished up around 1994, when I couldn't get a medical certificate anymore.  Good times, but everything ends eventually.

The T-28 was used all over the free world as a fighter bomber.  The USAF secretly operated them, along with A1 Skyraiders, in Laos and Cambodia during the Viet Nam War.  Drury's book is the only one I have ever found that dealt with flying the T-28 in combat, and it's a hard book to find. It's really good reading, though.

There are lots of videos on YouTube of the T-28 because it's popular at Air Shows. I like this one and it's short.

A Little Music:

This song below really captures the anger in America that predicated the outcome of the Presidential election. It's a lot older than this time period, but Americans have been furious over the way things are in this country for at least the last 8 years and by my thinking a lot longer.  There's just one vulgar line in the song, no bad language but it's a bit coarse.