AS OF THE GODS
I had the misfortune to read the book “Keep Out” ( by N. Redfern ) this weekend. I won’t even begin complaining about buying the book, wasting my time was bad enough. What I had thought to be a list of top secret government sites, housing nuclear test areas or nuclear war leadership bunkers, was just window dressing for the author to blather on and on about UFO’s. Think the movie Independence Day and Area 51 having the spaceship and alien dudes. If there are two things that waste my time above all others it is UFO’s and Bavarian One World Order conspiracies. UFO’s of course COULD exist, life in other galaxies, blah blah blah, probabilities of life amongst millions of worlds, yada yada yada. I look at UFO’s like I think of a sexy hot nymphomaniac millionaire wife that loves to cook. While there is certainly a possibility that I could get one just like that the probability is so near a mathematical impossibility that I merely shorthand it to “not gonna happen in a trillion years”. I’m sure the same people who think fracking oil will give us all another hundred years of cheap oil also believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and Little Green Alien Dudes. As far as the One World Order, think about how alien the nation state is to our hundreds of thousands of years of organization as hunter gatherers, and project the probability.
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As I was reading the above named turd of a book, my mind began to wander ( never a ringing endorsement for a book ) and I got to thinking about the super secret government facilities that are going to house our glorious leaders of Das Homeland. Stockpiling them is not a big deal. Just think a submarine voyage for a delayed period under the last of the Artic ice, or even a large naval surface ship that is anticipating combat so might not be able to replenish at a friendly port. They know all about planning for supplies for hundreds for months if not years. And the energy supply could simply be a nuclear reactor from the navy ship ( I’m sure one or two decommissioned navy tubs had its power plant moved to a leadership bunker so that the stockpiled adult beverages could be chilled properly ). And all those MRE’s they announced were for the New Madrid Quake planning? Those are what the rank and file troops guarding the facilities are going to eat. That’s probably where all the millions of rounds of ammo are ending up, too. No, not for the Mayan End Times calendar event ( which while possible, is highly improbable, just like my dream wife ). Just for the crash happening any time now as the three mega-events collide ( population explosion, country-wide drought and economic melt-down ). I understand nobody cares anymore, simply overwhelmed by the glut of bad news, but I assure you things have a low probability of getting better. Worse, on the other hand…
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Anyway, the logistics of prepping the leadership bunkers didn’t interest me, since they are simple enough. Nor is there any envy. You can take care of the thousands, on a tight budget. Millions, not a chance. You can barely stock for your immediate household, let alone the extended family. The government can only take care of a few. Look, our population is up 3% just in one Presidential term. There are another ten million mouths to feed, AFTER the grain surplus is gone and during several mega-droughts globally. How long can that go on? And you think there is enough for widespread stockpiling? I can’t believe we are all still eating day to day as it is. What I concluded after reflecting on our Masters doomsday bunkers was, it is the ultimate status symbol. The truly important and powerful are the only ones who get to survive in comfort and style, complete with servants. Well, it sucks to be rich and powerful, because the great unwashed masses are continually trying to emulate you. It used to be only the rich had cars. Now everyone has them, even the unemployed and the ghetto dwellers. It used to be only the rich sent their spawn to college. Now, assuming you enter financial lifelong bondage, any can go to school for a sheepskin. Only the rich used to own a second, or summer, home. Now, the great proletariat try to play at that game ( my multiple properties don’t count as they are worthless raw land ). The rich must always strive to stay one step ahead in peacock feather displays.
Well, the shabby masses have not yet caught on to the status symbol of doomsday supplies, nor will they ever given the direction of resources, but middle class Yuppie Scum are trying the symbol on for size ( and Rawles even links to a Survivalist Singles site which will allow you to buy an Apocalypse Bride assuming you have all those wealth symbols such as #10 cans of freeze dried dinners, arsenals of plastic battle rifles and a far away retreat with expensive conveyance to arrive at same ). They must like it, because they assume a role far more important than their current status warrants. They assume by stocking the symbols they will one day become important, but they are putting the cart before the horse. FIRST, you are powerful and important, THEN you get the rewards. They assume they are the politicians and bankers, when in fact they are, at most, on par with the soldiers who will be guarding their masters. Let me break it on down with a wiff of reality. Me and you, we ain’t nobody. We are not important, nor will we ever be but for one path already taken by our betters ( taking what we want by force ). You can’t buy the pretend toys of dominance. The only thing sadder than the spectacle of our delusions of grandeur is that of the media portraying us in such a ferocious light.
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