“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
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Thought for the Day:
|They have a good point.|
Thursday, September 22, 2016
First, it was one of those where you have to want to take it. It was not random. So everybody who hates guns got on there and said "I own one gazillion guns." Anyone who would participate in such a survey and actually disclose how many guns they own is probably not making a positive contributution to the gene pool of the species.
This is an abbreviated version of the actual news segment. In the full length version, it is "revealed" that the vast majority of gun owners are "rural white males." The implication being that there are hordes of dangerous hillbillies gearing up for the revolution out in the country side.
In this next clip, a whiny old man wants to know why the U.S. government can't just forceably collect all the guns. What Hillary has to say shows she doesn't know Jack about what happened in Australia, and still can't make the determination that "automatic" and "semi-automatic" are not synonymous.
Meanwhile, in Charlotte, N.C. the 13% segment of the population is again showing what an asset they are to the country.
This is getting to be routine now. Doesn't even interest the news people overly much. I don't think the BLM will get away with acting out too long. North Carolina is not Maryland.
On the home front:
Went to town , still no gas. This is strange since the Atlanta television stations are now saying that there is plenty of gas everywhere and the problems are over. This state of affairs has not reached my county yet. My wife and I were in the camp store at a local state park, and some guy had his monstrous $200,000 RV rig out front, headed out of the campground. He was asking the person at the counter where he could get gas. Since none of the people working there had been able to find any locally, she wasn't able to tell him. He was not very pleasant about it. I suppose he figured this was all the fault of the 45 year old lady working for minimum wage behind the counter.
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Monday, September 19, 2016
Remember those .22LR M-1 Carbines Erma made for awhile? AIM has some in. All the excellent conditions are sold out but the good conditions are still there. I'm not going to buy one, because I am already in good shape with the real deal.
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Sunday, September 18, 2016
My daughter called. She says they are having issues with gas in her city too. Mostly just limits on how much you can buy. This surprises me, because I thought only Georgia, Tennessee and North Carolina were affected by the pipeline problem. Maybe something else is going on I don't know about.
I texted her last night around midnight, told her to be sure they kept the car half full, but I didn't expect they would be having gasoline shortages yet, if at all.
1430 Update: Pipe line shut down is more significant than initial news reports indicated.
What we know about the Pipe Line Shutdown (Link)
Percy the Ferret tried to drag off one of the new kittens to his stash under the china cabinet. We moved all the kittens out to a box on the porch, but the mother cat brought them all back to the door. We put them in the lower level of the house in a box, but she dragged them all back upstairs. So now we are not sure if Percy wanted to play with the kitten, or eat it. I guess we will find out.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
When we went into town today, our own Ingles had no gas. I didn't think much of it, until the next station down the road had no gasoline either. It turned out there was not a drop of gasoline to be had at any stations in our county.
Since my kids were here, I haven't followed the news with anything like the attention to detail that has been my habit. That's why I didn't know that the pipeline that brings gasoline to Georgia, Tennessee, and Alabama had "gone down." In town people were saying the pipeline was out of service and might not be up until next week.
I don't let my tank get below half on my vehicles, and I have 30 gallons of gasoline in Jerry cans stored at the house. Nor do I have to go anywhere unless I want to in the ordinary run of things. But this will go hard with people who work across the mountains, or in Atlanta.
When I got home I got my Kindle and read some newspapers about the problem. None of the articles would even hazard a guess as to when the system will be up and running again. Apparently some 365,000 gallons of gasoline vented from the pipeline, but fortunately most of it was trapped by an abandoned holding pond.
The Governors of Georgia, Tennessee and Alabama have declared a state of emergency. That will let them disregard certain rules on how long tanker drivers can drive without rest, and on how fuel has to be transferred. It also lets them dictate who gets what fuel can be delivered by truck, which means government at state and county level has first priority.
There was a lot of anger and panic in town. This is tourist season still, and people who meant to fill up on the way here weren't able to do so, as there was no gas to be had along the way. How people will get home from the mountains when they can't get fuel tomorrow is anyone's guess. There are not a lot of vehicles, recreational or otherwise, which can make the drive from Atlanta all the way here and then all the way back unless they set out with full tanks to start with.
The grocery stores were full of old people, getting their medicine, pet food, and other supplies. We did some of that, as we don't intend to go back to town til this issue is resolved. We loaded the jeep with extra consumables and with luxuries we don't always buy, and went home. I was amazed at how rude people were, especially at the pharmacy. There were a lot of people like me, who didn't even know this was going on until they rolled into town. The aisles were full of those little carts the sick, lame and lazy ride around in. Courtesy was out of the window and there was a lot of snarling and snapping in non-Southern accents. I didn't see a whole lot of local people in the parking lots. But there were plenty of plates from Florida.
CBS had a short segment on the situation half way through their broadcast tonight, but they just mentioned that there would be extreme gasoline shortages in some of the Southern states, and they gave no estimate of when the pipeline will be functional again. It was of far less concern to them than their nightly attempt to defame Donald Trump. Presumably, no one at the CBS headquarters will be discommoded by not being able to buy gas. There was some news on the local Atlanta stations, mostly interviews with people who had enough gas to get to the gas station but not enough to get home again after finding out there was no gasoline. "How I gwan to get bak home now de ain' no gas!"
|It's the truth.|
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Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Even in summer, I have to feed the chickens. They can forage in the woods, so I don't feed them as much as I do in winter, when they are completely dependent on the cracked corn and scratch they get from the barn.
I have started buying forty pound sacks because the fifty pound sacks are getting hard for me to lift. Feed is like cement. It shifts on you, and it's like lifting a dead body. Harder than it sounds.
I keep a lot of animal feed stored in the barn, and I try hard to keep the supply levels up.
Once, years ago when I didn't store as much as I do now, we had an ice storm. It was almost three weeks before I could get a vehicle up to the house because the sun never shines on the jeep trail in winter. I had to park the truck down on the hard surface road. When I ran out of chicken feed, I had to haul it from the truck, to the old forest service road, then up the dirt county road, then up the jeep trail, on a sled. I could do that when I was in my thirties. I doubt I could do it now.
Cracked corn runs about eight dollars a bag here. Scratch feeds run about $12.00 a sack. I don't buy a lot of that. I don't buy laying mash, or pellets, or any of those.
I get eggs from my chickens, but the dogs eat more of them than I do.
After this summer, I have about 75 chickens, more than I need. They are free range, so they aren't much of a bother.
If events dictate it, I'll eat the chickens. I have plenty of roosters I could spare. When I was a kid I had to help my mom butcher chickens. I didn't like it then, and I don't want to do it now, but I could if I had to.
For the most part, I have chickens because my wife likes them. She likes to feed them and she likes to watch them foraging in the woods while she sits on the porch swing.
I don't mind them. They keep the area around the buildings free of weeds , they're a good alarm system, and they eat snakes.