Wednesday, October 31, 2012

AGP-surplus v. modern

AGP
APOCALYPSE GUN PORN
SURPLUS GUNS V. MODERN RIFLES
I was a big fan of the Soviet and Afghanistan conflict when I was a teenager.  A tale of a beleaguered nation fighting the ruthless Red Army, while interesting, was but a cherry topping the dessert of modern warfare unfolding before my eyes.  I didn’t really care who was fighting who, or where, but since I’d missed the action reporting of Vietnam I made up for it with total attention to African mercenary adventures and the guerrilla fighting in Afghanistan.  Being a viral American lad, it was expected and encouraged that I fill my soul with blood lust in preparation for the new volunteer Army ( if that failed, the continuing oil shock induced recessions saw fit that there was little in the way of jobs other than the military, although I must admit my area was better off than most ).  And remember, back then there were actual reporters overseas, unlike at present when bean counting dictates that press releases from the Pentagon are sufficient source material in between  Hollywood celebrity doings.  Even if the news might be playing up the Red Menace, it at least had a whiff of genuine craftsmen writing on events rather than cubical warriors slapping together hack pieces.  To me, it was almost like being there, a vicarious lifestyle I embraced.  The two things I remember vividly are the tribes main foodstuff, whole wheat flatbread ( something I would yearn for a few short years later as I was slurping up Korean war vintage C-rations ) and their almost universal rifle the Lee-Enfield.
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I suppose those memories worked on me subconsciously because my main food for breakfast and lunch is flatbread ( actually the modern equivalent nuke bread ) most days of the week, and my preferred apocalypse rifle is the Lee-Enfield.  But a curious thing happened on the way to victory over in Afghanistan.  The SMLE’s were slowly but surely replaced with the AK-47 ( or perhaps the replacement AK-74, in either case the AK platform ).  For the longest time this made absolutely no sense to me.  The Enfield has a much tighter impact area ( which ain’t saying much as the SMLE is the sloppiest action of all war surplus rifles ) at much further distances with much better knockdown power, and its ammunition is reloadable.  And why even bother replacing a rifle every Afghan warrior grew up with and was proficient with?  New stories had always portrayed the Afghan guerrilla as a super marksman, the modern equivalent of the American Minuteman.  Why trade in your longer range weapon for a machinegun?  Even if 303 ammo was scarce ( I do believe that Soviet occupation is the time that Pakistan gunsmiths were improvising gunpowder with such methods as using old movie film for the nitrates ), wouldn’t a semi-auto short range carbine use far more ammo ( pay attention here as swiftly sidestep the danger to my evil semi theory )?
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Back before the Soviet invasion, every male tribe member had a weapon, the better to kill his neighbors and protect himself.  By and large this was the rifle from the last invader, the Brits.  Pakistan was the armory for the Afghans, and I imagine just as today, back then opium was the currency.  For intertribal fighting, there was enough ammunition to go around.  Once the Soviets invaded, that small supply had to be in serious jeopardy.  The insurgents most likely switched over to their liberated weapons very quickly.  Not because it was a better weapon.  It most certainly wasn’t if you accept that the AK is the epitome of the modern day infantryman’s support role to heavy weapons.  It is a very short range ( not too much better than the old black powder muskets in terms of effective range if you need to aim the thing ) machine gun.  Granted, much better than a submachine gun using pistol ammunition.  Perhaps triple the range.  But it was designed to do nothing but spray lead.  Not for longer distance bushwhacking ( which is the preferred method of guerilla fighting ).  The switch over was for the simple fact that the ammunition for the AK was the only thing readily available for the fighters to resupply with.  In short, the weapon of choice for those experienced in wars of liberation on a tribal level ( like what you will see post-apocalypse ) was not chosen because the weapon was so good, but because the foremost consideration is for ammunition supply.
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Everybody gives you advice on supplying for the collapse based on what rifle is the best.  This would be fine, if the apocalypse never happens.  But as soon as it does, the trophy for Best Toy is a useless hunk of crap.  The trophy for Best Tool To Save Your Life goes to the weapon that doesn’t run out of ammunition as quickly ( in the race to the bottom, you only need to outlast your opponent.  Remember the story of the bear and the two hunters?  “I don’t need to outrun the bear, I just need to outrun you” ).  Obviously you can’t use ammo use as the ONLY criteria.  But you had better use it as one of your top criteria.  Just as semi-auto’s use too much ammunition for the average survivalist, you also can’t pick the best bolt action rifle.  You must pick the one you can stock the most ammunition for.  It might not be the perfect rifle, or have the best tools for it, or even use the best ammunition.  Everything is a trade-off.  I understand that everyone refuses to compromise on their choice of a gun.  They feel their life is too valuable for that.  But if you don’t compromise, you actually put your life in MORE danger.  When catabolic collapse is just around the corner, you no longer have the luxury of waiting to save up money for the best gun.  Nor do you have time to slowly but surely stockpile ammunition.  You had better be in a rush.  If nothing bad happens, just upgrade later.  NO weapon and its ammo is a waste of money.  You can trade up by trading in, and you won’t lose any purchasing power.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

sandy in my crack

SANDY IN MY CRACK
I wasn’t going to write about Hurricane Sandy, seeing as how mostly it was just Gott Damn Yankee Yuppie Scum who were going to die horrible elongated deaths.  Sure, sure, blah blah, tragic anyone dies, boo hoo, feel bad.  But if people are going to die, and I’ve got a disturbing bit of news for you, we ALL die, I can’t find myself too shook up if it happens to be New Yorkers.  In the grand scheme of things, on a Darwinist evolutionary scale kind of thing, New Yorkers have got to be some of the dumbest creatures on Earth.  First off, they went through forty years of being target number five out of five thousand.  I mean, how many nukes did they think were targeted at them?  Even without consulting the FedGov, you could probably guess dozens of warheads.  Your survival chances of living through a thermonuclear war had to be worse than zero.  And even back in the fifties or sixties, something like seven million fellow idiots populated your burg.  What person in his right mind lives in that kind of rat colony?  Next up, New York seems to be guided on a divine level.  They always get plenty of warning.  The Twin Towers were targeted for terrorism years before 9/11.  As far as flooding, didn’t they just get done with that hurricane a bit ago?  They panicked beyond all comprehension, then a few inches of rain pooled around the low areas.  Point being, the fools had “disaster lights” happen to them as a prior warning.  There should have been no surprise when the real thing happened ( I’m not sure if this is going to qualify as a real hurricane, but certainly it is worse this time around ).
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New Yorkers get plenty of warning, then ignore it, then sound like a violated little bitch the first day of prison, acting like they had no idea large gentlemen of ethnically diverse backgrounds would take his anal virginity ( and speaking of which, beware the fallacy of old age saving you.  At one time I was congratulating myself on achieving middle age, content that should I be railroaded into prison for a political crime such as calling the House Negro In Chief a Muslim or an illegal alien, I at least would now possess a bunghole loosened with age and so having little attraction to Bubba.  Well, my bubble was burst when a client at the food bank, either well informed or speaking from experience, cautioned me that the prisoners solution to this was to kick in the front teeth of the old guy, who could then be forced to gratify others orally without any danger he might chomp down and bite off any important organs )  when the same damn disaster happens again.  You complete and utter dumbass.  New Yorkers act like they own the friggin planet, but they are in fact mere hothouse flowers, susceptible to the slightest drop in perfect growing conditions.
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Anyway, even outside of the issue of complete retards wrapped in morons surrounded by a layer of idiots who live in New York, I still could care less about the hurricane because it was just that.  A mere hurricane.  I worried more about tornadoes, since the wind was so much more concentrated.  But not so concerned that I didn’t live in tornado country in a mobile home.  But a hurricane?  Come on!  I pedal home in winds almost as bad sometimes ( the wind gusts here suck ).  A hurricane is winds and some rain.  Why does everyone get their panties in a bunch?  Now, I do like Ure’s ( urban survival web site ) ponderings here.  He was wondering if this is going to be an excuse to postpone elections, hide economic bad news, whatever.  That might be a little too paranoid, although fun if it happened.  But let’s ask a simple question.  Even if the markets were suspended on purpose for reasons other than weather, what would it matter?  The stock market doesn’t measure economic activity anymore, and most likely it is rigged.  So why even bother suspending it, or for that matter worry if “trading” isn’t happening?  As far as the election, why worry?  Both candidates stand for the exact same thing ( business as usual ).  Would it really make a bit of difference if Obammy stayed in for life?  I wouldn’t be opposed just on the principle since he’d be assured of being the Titanic captain for sure, thus capturing the title of All American Scum Bag Of All Time.
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And next, god help us all, we are going to have to read all about all the good little suburban survivalists out there who think they actually survived the apocalypse instead of a simple week without electric and a few puddles on the ground.  Oh, look at me!  I’m a super stud survivalist, my grand deluxe French fry grease diesel generator throbbing in a sexually stimulating manner 24/7 as I guarded it and my cases of MRE’s with my testicle clenching  grand old plastic carbine AR-15 with attached bayonet, laser dot site and by gum side by side attached fifty round magazines!!  I shall persevere!  I shall overcome!!  I shall rule the nuclear wasteland!!!!  Humping conceited jackasses, your third grade educated great grandfather with a single shot 12 gauge and box full of candles was more of a studmuffin seven days of the week, any week of the year.  Your over equipped pansy pussy soft marshmallow ass  piece of Yuppie Scum with your women’s libber ball busting testicle pickling wife and SUV full of wheezing asthmatic butter ball kids, if a real emergency ever came along you would be the one with no front teeth, that plastic toy gun shoved up your loose floppy ass.  Baby Jesus save me from the legions of idiots masquerading as humans with actual brains.
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Monday, October 29, 2012

299 days

299 DAYS
Prepper Press sent me two more books to review.  “299 Days The Preparations” and book two “299 Days The Collapse”, the first two in the planned ten book series.  Now, I understand that I have a slight bias when the book is free.  The price of a book, to me, has a lot to do with its value.  Even though I know Paladin Press is pretty much 95% full of pure D crap with such titles as “Super Ninja Turtles Unarmed Death Dealing Kung Fu Grip Fighting System”, and they price their books stratosphere high even though I’m sure the author doesn’t see all that much of it, I still have a hard time making allowances for that high price.  If a book is $25, it better be top of the line.  I don’t care if it is printed by Paladin, self-published by mimeographing and delivered by carrier pigeon, or it cost $1 to print.  I don’t care if it cost $24 to print and the profit margin was razor thin.  In other words, as a consumer it isn’t my problem what things cost THEM, only what they cost ME.  So, yes, when a book cost me nothing I enjoy it more.  I try to factor that into the equation, but of course it is still the bull in the china shop.  Heck, I’ve turned down books because I didn’t think I could give the publisher a good review.  That is kind of cheating, I know.  But better to either say nothing, or refuse to review than to fake a review. 
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Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I really enjoyed this book.  If you just want entertainment, I give it a “highly recommended”.  If you are trying to learn doomer skills, I’d give it a “recommended”.  Now, the learning in this book (s) is all the things I hate.  Multiple semi-autos, tons of ammo, very little food, living in suburbia and trophy wives.  What you will actually learn reading this is what NOT to do.  The novel is the bastard love child of Jim Rawles and Rush Limbaugh.  By that, I mean the only problem is bad government and bad politicians.  Only money is cause for concern for a collapse.  There is no Peak Oil, resource depletion, or the like.  It is just “bad leadership” that got us into the mess, and good leadership that will make everything better.  All one needs to do is learn to be a super ninja with an AR-15 ( preferably two or four of them, and Glocks!  Don’t forget the Glocks and the AK-47’s but wait if you act now your family can starve while you have a closet full of AK-74’s and shotguns and what not ) and fight the evil Democrats and we can get our Constitution back and then we shall rule the world in our Thousand Year Homeland reign.  Barfing blood here!  But I positively still adored this novel, in spite of all the above.
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Look at Rawles first book.  Great book!  I still have it in my top twenty of all time post-apocalypse books list ( he is of course a One Hit Wonder.  First book, one of best out there.  Books after that, pathetic.  I wonder if it had something to do with being poor and hungry during the first book.  Hey, nothing wrong with one hit wonders.  Look at all the great music that fits that category ).  I don’t agree with much in that book, tactics or strategy ( or logistics ) wise.  But I loved it none-the-less.  It is the same with 299 Days.  For the simple fact that, once you just accept his “world”, he writes a damn good book.  This boys got talent, in my opinion.  I didn’t want to put down either book, although honestly the first book is better.  The first book is 250 pages, about 90k words ( a lot of text on each page, little wasted space ).  At $13, a good deal.  The second ( and one presumes, all others to follow ) is only $10, but also only about 60k words.  I wish they had only planned five books, each the size of the first.  But, there is nothing saying you must buy them all.  Just do one at a time and see what you think.  I really liked how the author laid it all out front in the first section of the first book.  The series concludes in 299 days with a “mostly” recovered society.  By including this, you know now that this won’t be a post-apocalypse society/civilization collapse but rather more like a militia porn set of novels.  I know I for one would be pissed if I bought the whole set and then it had one of those “happily ever after” endings I’m not overly fond of. 
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I could go on and on about all the crap I hated in this novel.  The love affair with Crap Carbines.  The lack of food ( sure, it was 9 months worth, but that ain’t crap come SHTF.  And, not only was it a mere fraction of the guns money wise, he got at least a third of it AFTER stuff started falling apart ).  The testicle crushing non-prepping wife.  Etc.  But like I said, once you just accept this is what normal people are like ( not us cool, special Loyal Minions ), you can just enjoy the story, which is quite good.  Perhaps I’ve lowered the bar, but the doomer novel universe is not know for its outstanding authors as a rule, and to me this was a talented author.  If you can get me to enjoy a story even as I’m screaming at the characters for being dumb-asses and not deserving to live, you’ve done a good job.
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Friday, October 26, 2012

fiddlin, mr. brown

FIDDLIN, MR. BROWN
I always try to give the devil his due, and Mr. Brown from the comments section did inspire today’s article so we should give him a shout out.  Mr. Brown, although you are a rude little prick, and I probably mean that literally ( I can almost hear your love interest enquiring “is it in yet?” or “did you start?”.  Unless your love interest is the blow up doll, in which case we know why she has that look on her face.  And if a two dimensional look can say “inadequate”, hers is certainly it ), what with the yelling and all, that doesn’t mean you don’t have anything pertinent to say.  It just means you have no social graces and annoy those around you, even if you don’t mean to.  But, hey, I don’t always please those around me when I fail to use enough tact, so far be it from me to throw any stones in that glass house.  You see, Mr. Brown, and I’ll call you that even though it is clearly a pseudonym and your real name is something Sydney Snodgrass or some such, yesterday’s article was clearly about nothing important.  In the big picture, I could care less that some little punk ass bitch grows up to be a worthless mouth breathing oxygen waster.  The world is already chock full of them, both of us included.  The article was merely one of yet another “fiddling while Rome burns” rant. 
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In case you’ll missed out on the developments this last year ( well, not quite a year.  Since the beginning of this calendar year ), I’ve clearly slipped and slid into a “don’t give a crap mode”.  I stopped publishing the Bison Survival Blog ( still online, for you new folks ) because I’ve pretty much said it all, I wasn’t going to win over any new readers, those I had weren’t going to change their minds after years of pleading, and while the money was great ( $300 a month from 1500 readers, with no advertisers save Google which doesn’t count as far as influencing my editorial standards ) it simply wasn’t going to matter very much longer.  Rome has already started to burn.  I have perhaps helped out a few people, allowing them to prep faster and better and cheaper.  And I felt good about producing a fine hunk of writing.  But anymore, today, we are just spinning our wheels.  Marking time to the Apocalypse.  If your crap ain’t squared away, it still can be if you take the necessary steps.  But I don’t see what I can say that will change your mind.  For as little as $100 down payment of junk land, you can free yourself quite soon from the landlord and the bankers.  $300 buys you a lifetime of very careful shooting.  It still doesn’t cost much over $100 per year of wheat kernels, before the container cost.  But if you don’t want to these things, how can I possibly change your attitude?
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I won’t blow sunshine up anyone’s ass, pretending that solace in the arms of Baby Jesus is any protection.  Pretending that the oil could never possibly run out ( frac oil is great.  That and tar sands and etc. have enabled the globe to continue producing as much liquid fuel as before.  Of course, the liquid contains less net energy, and the worlds population continues to grow.  So in effect less energy is available.  But we’ve still bought some extra time ) is not how I’ll sooth all your anxieties and enable you to support me in high style.  It is all coming apart, and aside from the immediate need for money, long term cash is worthless.  So is a business based on the Internet.  I might reach a potential convert to frugal survivalism now and again, but in essence all I’m doing anymore is just playing that fiddle.  It is like we are a man on death row.  You can listen to a lawyer pretending he can get you a reprieve, in exchange for all the money your family has, or you can retain some dignity and just wile away the time until your execution playing solitaire and reading books.  That is what I’ve chosen to do, try to go out with a little dignity while wasting my time left.
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Writing another book on the preferred guns for the Apocalypse is indeed a time waster.  I’m merely trying to help all of us pass the time.  I used to hate readers who just used me for entertainment, like some cheap two dollar whore, but I get it now.  Let’s enjoy the spectacle of the rest of the world looking around in wide eyed comical bewilderment, unable to fathom the reasons for their own demise.  Writing about the Pomegranate Boy is mere entertainment.  A time frittering.  I’m certainly not saying our time isn’t precious and nonrefundable.  I’m just saying that sometimes you can’t run faster on the gerbil wheel, it won’t accomplish anything.  Sometimes it is better to sit on the porch, sip a cup of coffee, and watch the show.  Sometimes time itself needs to be let go.  I’ll still try to put out a bit of relevant blather now and then, but take the rest of my writing in context.  Just keeping ourselves occupied.
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A wee bit short today.  It's a holiday at work ( Nevada Day, when we became a state, as if the price of admission was worth it ) so I did a quick donation pick up, wrote this slop, and I'm going home now.  Enjoy your weekend, minions.
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

pomegranate boy

POMEGRANATE BOY
Okay, so the other day I’m walking through the produce section going to the bakery to get a donation for the Food Bank, and lo and behold there is a large cardboard display for pomegranates.  I think of pomegranates as the divine apology for watermelons.  A watermelon is a huge pain in the ass to eat.  You can’t just dig in and start wolfing it down but must chew cautiously in case you inadvertently bite into one of the two thousand friggin seeds in there.  And “seedless” are almost as bad, there still being seeds just not as huge and nasty.  A pomegranate is just as much of a pain to eat, but rather than nibbling a small amount of fruit around a ton of seeds, you instead can enjoy the fruit around each seed, then dispose of the seed.  The watermelon you need to FIRST remove seeds.  Sure, this is a subtle distinction,  but I think an important one.  A watermelon is really not much fun other than spitting the seeds, a pomegranate is delicious in spite of the seeds.  Anyway, I haven’t had a pomegranate since I was a kid, mainly because they are so expensive.  And it really is only a fruit you can eat out of doors on a lazy summer afternoon.  Since I now work most summer afternoons, eating that fruit just fell by the wayside.  Evidently, my take is shared by many, because some genius at a fruit company decided to start marketing pomegranates to Yuppie Scum Soccer Moms or they weren’t going to sell enough.
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The display shows an extremely well groomed young lad happily slurping up pomegranate seeds.  With a spoon!!!  Notice the exclamation marks.  With a spoon.  A pomegranate is something you rip the skin off of and then dig your face into, slurping up the seeds, sucking off the juice and then drooling and shooting out the seeds.  This is why you go outdoors.  They are messy.  Not only are they delicious this way, they are marginally fun.  It is a Mom approved occasion to make a huge mess.  My mom, and as much as I love her I can’t claim she wasn’t a bit tightly wound, merely made sure we had on “chore” clothes and let us loose, I imagine making a moment to enjoy the solitude, finally away from our snot smeared faces constantly demanding to know “what can we do now?  I’m bored” in a rhythmic chant.   Leave it to today’s Yuppie moms to squander such an opportunity to relax, instead turning the whole thing into something else to stress about.  You dumb ass bitch, you want to clean a red stain off everything?  But perhaps I’m being too harsh.  Perhaps Little Yuppie Scum Sam is so totally trained he won’t make a mess.  The kid in the picture looked like he was not only enjoying the fruit, but also the opportunity to eat it with that spoon, and near orgasmic delight to be eating it in a prim and dignified manner. 
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I’ve known kids like this.  They don’t enjoy themselves or treat life as a happy adventure as much as act with decorum, as little adults who have shoved a broomstick up their asses.  Do these kids grow up to be someone you want to be buddies with?  I can’t imagine.  Picture his mom.  She probably exercises constantly but still has a huge ass.  She is constantly swabbing public equipment with antibiotic wipes, scrubbing her hands with sanitizer, and she is always sick.  She only buys organic, and has medical issues.  She is a constant need of being humped, just so she relaxes a little, but treats sex as both unsanitary and unnecessary outside procreation.  In short, this bitch is a friggin mess.  And she is trying to turn her kid into a junior version of herself.  Does the kid eat pizza with a fork and knife?  I look at a picture of a kid with a gleam in his eye because he gets to eat fruit with a spoon, and I see a future fag, who is a hypochondriac, and probably tortures cats and molests Boy Scouts.  Even if that doesn’t happen, he is certainly going to have other issues. 
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Last weekend I read the post-apocalypse novel “Dark Grid” by David Waldron.  Normally, I would say that this book was pretty feeble and only marginally readable, as it had issues itself ( not as bad as the pomegranate boy, don’t get me wrong ), but there was something about it that made it all worthwhile.  I would normally have been vomiting blood after so many pages of military worship ( the guy was really creating a vacuum with his lips around the National Guard characters asses ), but the author did something that made me forgive all that.  He included plenty of Big Picture discussions.  If you are like me and enjoy pretending you can figure out the complicated interwoven aspects of events ( and especially post-apocalypse events ) as they influence and change each other, if you look at life as a chess game in three dimensions, you should enjoy this book.  I liked it enough that I already ordered the sequel.
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Another book you might be interested in is “The Western Front” by Archer Garrett.  He can be found at:
( the book was e-book only until recently ).  I read the first of three parts and I enjoyed it.  Again, not perfect, it had issues, but it also was that kind of story that stuck in your mind, and you ended up forgiving the flaws.  Next week I’ll be ordering the paper version of the entire book, and I’ll get back with you once I’ve read the whole thing ( warning- militia porn, not post-apocalypse ).
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