Friday, February 28, 2014

dragon and the bear

DRAGON AND THE BEAR

If you think back on all your Cold War propaganda that was seared into your skull, besides the All American Apple Pie And Chevy hoo-rah for our side, what was the main gist of the message we were given about the Soviet Union? Besides being godless commie scum of course. Answer- they were inferior because their consumer economy didn’t function ( the tales of ever-lasting lines to go shopping, the special mall just for Party officials, etc. ). Now that I think back on it, rather than our propaganda being a military recruiting tool, I think it was more the property of Madison Avenue. And what of the swill we are fed on China? It sounds to my practiced cynical ears as another duplicate of Japanese economic superiority angst. Remember all the gnashing of teeth over how Japan was going to take over the world? How is that working out for them? You don’t hear all that much apologizing over the wrong call all the pundits made on that one, do you? Not necessarily because they are just as bad as the weathermen in their predictions, but because we are already down the same path of Bubbleland Economics as Japan went and no one wants you pointing out how Japan’s twenty plus years of stagnation is also our fate ( and that’s the BEST case scenario ).

*

I bring up China because the Ukraine is all news recently. We are all thinking/being told to think that China is THE newest and greatest threat to American global hegemony, but since that tune has been our elevator ride to hell background music for near twenty years ( run for the hills! Clinton is selling nuclear missile tech to the Chinese for re-election campaign money! That propaganda sold us TWO bills of goods. Godless Chinese Imperialism and Elections Matter ) I’d like to question that basic assumption. Assuming that there will be a regional superpower in the years ahead, rather than an also probable highly decentralized quasi-Euro Dark Ages fragmented map of powerless tiny principalities, why does China get the nomination? I’m voting for Russia. All the “good” things we think make a super-power are just other symptoms of Industrial Age Power. China has a growing deep sea navy. Growing industrial capacity. Growing population. Growing empire. Growing international influence. The problem is the simple “growing” part.

*

In a world of contraction ( perhaps why the Ukraine is in chaos? Economic slow down or collapse, perhaps ), growth is not all that great of an idea. Almost all resources needed for an industrial empire are no longer economically abundant ( it isn’t about to disappear, it just no longer is cheap enough or available in enough quantity to supply all the demand ) on a global basis. We’ve been feeling that for decades, and China will soon enough if it isn’t already happening. Russia, on the other hand, has plenty of material to be self-sufficient for a very long time. And they shed their excess population, both the troublesome Muslim southern border states and a lot of urban excess closer to home. Their contraction, a solid minus in the empire game, will soon be or already is a big plus ( last drought, the shrinking grain supply was enough to feed a smaller population. China, with an ever growing population, can’t easily suffer a food supply contraction. As just one example ). Keep your eyes on the bear. The dragon might be over rated.

END

The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

guest article- article 2 of 2 today

GUEST ARTICLE
Handgun Choices for Today

At some time, in the future that we envision, a handgun is a "must have".

What would be a good but affordable choice today?

Gone are the days when you could get a surplus CZ, Makarov, or a police trade in Smith and Wesson 38 in good condition for $200.

Tokarovs are still available for $200 but there is zero 7.62x25 ammo available.

Something decent, yet affordable, today is going to cost you $300- $400.

Ruger, Smith and Wessons and used Glocks are currently the three main decent choices.

I think the choices should be limited to the calibers of 38special, 40SandW, and 9mm. I'd pick the 40 myself, but everyone's got to make their own choice. These three, because of their general overall availability. Stay away from all calibers that, during panic ammo buying, have gotten a reputation for sky high prices and unavailability. Some examples are 9x18, 32acp, 7.62x25 and the 380.

Rugers at JandG sales starting at: $320 for a 9mm.

Used Glocks at JandG sales are: model 22 starting at $379.00 (40 cal.)

Smith and Wesson 9mm semi for $340.

You'll need ammo for whatever you buy. Ideally you should practice on a regular basis. Prices and availability prohibit many from doing as much as they should. Dry firing does help improve you ability. Here, Amazon has a large selection of reasonably priced snap caps.

The ammo situation is better than it was a year or six months ago. Always check out the Wal-Mart shelves, sometimes they have a few boxes when all the guys online are sold out. Hopefully prices continue downward and availability continues to increase.

If there is a pawn shop in your area, make sure you check it out. Also keep an eye out for private individuals in your area that are selling a handgun.

Don't forget to get a holster, so that you are actually carrying your handgun, at that future time of need. When ever you buy a firearm, at that time, try to buy all the things that you will need. Extra mags are one example.

more dead than alive- article 1 of 2 today

I wasn't really sure if this article sucked or not.  So I'm also putting a guest article out today.  Just in case.
*
MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE

I’m not a huge fan of old-timey westerns. The newer ones, from “Wyatt” to the Spaghetti Westerns are cool ( with “Duck, You Sucker” aka “A Fistful Of Dynamite” being, in my humble opinion which might be construed as blasphemy, the best one of the lot ) but anything before that is usually lame and Not Of My Generation ( the earlier ones celebrated the Great American Myth. The later “the great American dystopia” ). But occasionally one grabs you as an aberration of the typical John Wayne era folklore. More Dead Than Alive, with Vincent Price as the cheesey gun show hawker being the only face I recognized, a ‘68 film was one I really never had heard of, merely stumbling on it one late Saturday night on a channel for low budget oldies shows. It was a bit dark and made you think on it for a time afterwards, a conditions most movies strive mightily to avoid.

*

This is one that, if remembered at all, might be over-analyzed to death in a stuffy quasi-professional school for cinema, so I’m merely “Lucy’s 5 cent psycho-babbling” it here. This could have been a case being made for corrections reform, in which case it was just more Flower Power bullspit. Or it could be making the case for vigilantism, a powerful box office draw at the time ( and so, merely prostituting itself like Hollywood usually does ). It could have been lamenting the demise of autonomy in a modern fascist state, remembering back to a time you could remake yourself by crossing state lines ( or, conversely, making a statement that the modern state doesn’t forgive or forget ). It could just be a cool flick that makes you ask all these silly questions, for the sake of asking silly questions. I know I certainly have devoted WAY too much time to it, as evidenced by this writing a month later after viewing the movie.

*

What has this to do with my usual Survivalism topics? Not a damn thing. Yet, life is a lot more than prepping for a possible apocalypse ( oh, it WILL happen. I guarantee a massive ugly die-off. The question is merely one of timing, as in Will It Happen To Me? ). Every once in a while, it behooves you to devote some time pondering the inconsequential and irrelevant. You want to be a much more rounded individual than one who studies wild berries, cannibal anthropology and ballistics tables. The farther afield you wander, the easier you can see the big picture, More Input! As a cute little robot was wont to proclaim.

*

Nothing is really a waste, as far as toning up that tiny floppy brain of yours. Even learning reams of baseball statistics, in and of itself useless, at least exercises your grey matter. So I say, anything that gets you wondering is a good thing. Even social statement movies ahead of their time.

END


The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.

 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

SBJABOBno15

SBJABOBno15

ANOTHER BUG OUT BOOK

Yuppie Survivalists

I was first made aware of survivalism in the late Seventies when my best friend who was a Junior Pig ( The Explorers, sub-set of the Boy Scouts, wanna-be police officer apprentices ) introduced me to a practitioner from the city police department. This was the typical then as now Yuppie Survivalism, wherein you tried to keep up with the Jones’ but with cooler semi’s instead of bigger houses or cars. Needless to say, as a High School student there was nothing much I could do to join such a movement with such a high barrier to entry. From then on through school and then the military, the only thing I did was read incessantly on all aspects of survivalism, believing that one had to be a rich bastard to do anything related to prepping. What with the super retreat with underground concrete bunker and all the freeze dried food and the arsenal, that was all I could afford to do. Until Baby Jesus, once again proving he loved me above all others ( and, taking a look around it is quite obvious why ), led me to Kurt Saxon bless his pea picking heart.

*

Ever since it has been smooth sailing prepping wise, the simplicity and frugalness preached by Kurt making it as easy as getting kicked in the gut after you poke a mules testicles. But trying to convince others is a totally different story. Almost nobody wants to hear how easy and cheap it is to prepare for the inevitable apocalypse. They are solely focused on the teachings of gurus who insist on the arsenals and concrete bunkers and twenty acres of fields and farms and woods and babbling brooks. Now, fundamentally this has two root causes. One, male peacocks don’t voluntarily shrink their feathers, accepting a female lower on the totem pole with any kind of good grace. Plus, humans are fundamentally lazy bastards ( to some degree, a survival trait in times of calorie deficient ). While frugal survivalism is very cheap, it also involves foregoing a lot of creature comforts. You don’t get a pleasing palette of food variety, you don’t get a space age light weight rifle, and on and on it goes. So most people will either half ass survivalism ( one month of food, a lot of cool firing range bragging rights guns ) or mainly just read up on it. All so that they can keep the trophy wife and avoid any mention of discomfort.

*

I don’t expect many folks to accept this bare bones plans. I do expect the majority of fools who were tricked into buying this booklet to argue incessantly on the many things “wrong” with it. Yuppies don’t do poor, and Yuppie Survivalists don’t do poor or uncomfortable. I would counter by saying that any plan that is already implemented, even being less than perfect, is far better than a perfect plan perpetually in the process of planning. A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush.

END

The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

the rabid mind

THE RABID MIND

We all know of Bruce “Buckshot” Hemming, of Grid Down Reality Bites gianormous door stopper novel fame. Luckily for us, Grid Down has continued in much shorter format. You spend a bit more this way, but you don’t have to wait four years between books and it isn’t such a huge project to tackle. Book number three is out in that series, and you have all been warmed that I will review it really soon, but for now let’s talk about another one of his newish books- The Rabid Mind. This is an attempt at zombie fiction, which I would normally run screaming from. But since I was offered this one for free-and if there is one weakness I have it is for books, and if they are free you might as well have penciled in cartoon boobs on them because I simply can’t resist- and since it is after all Bruce writing it, it seemed a safe bet to partake in.

*

You can all rest easy, because while there are zombies here, they are not as frightening as the normal zombie tome ( scary as in money wasters and time killers ). The zombie apocalypse science foundation is explored, and the cardboard villain is at least accompanied by a young hottie so it isn’t too bad ( the book warns of graphic violence and explicit sexual situations, but Bruce must be an old school prude like myself because all the situations were so mild mannered and not really very explicit at all it wouldn’t even count as soft porn ). But then the book veers into the authors normal pattern of “adventurers holed up in a wilderness cabin, fighting off the forces of evil and falling madly in love”. I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing- just as your favorite TV show is formulistic, so can your favorite post-apoc writer. If you enjoyed his other books, you will enjoy this one, even with zombies.

*

In “Rabid Mind”, the zombies are given no more overriding importance than the criminal masterminds on crack or the savage attacking packs of killer canines ( the author does really seem to have a rabid fear of rabid wolf/coyote attacks as they feature in all his works ). The zombies are just more asswhores to battle. And for once, thank all the gods that guide his hand, the author gives more consideration to supplies than the average zombie writer. It isn’t much more than carefree shopping the typical books portray, but it is at least an attempt to be a bit more realistic. The ammo is always running low and hard to find, the batteries are dead and the gas only hit or miss in the finding. It isn’t just another mindless video game of never ending shooting and never ending food to pilfer.

*

I think you can consider this one worthy. Certainly not the best of post-apocalypse, but one of the best ( realism wise ) of zombie books.

END


The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.

Monday, February 24, 2014

loco gringos ch. 6

LOCO GRINGOS

Chapter 6

“Is it me, or are we making enough noise to wake the dead?”

“Did I fart?”

“You’re huffing and puffing like an asthmatic, the wheezing almost drowning out the squeak of my half rusted chain, the buckets, despite three bungee cords, are hitting together, and no, I think it was me that farted as I stood up to pedal up the hill. For a back-up bike, you sure don’t take care of this fucker very well.”

“You could go back to your kids bike you stole from a sad little orphan, even now as we speak crying out her little eyes, her world turned upside down in a cruel and wonton manner, callous even by the lax standards we usually hold you accountable to. And for your information, that bike gaily festooned with Pee-Wee Herman baskets both two and fro to make your job of hauling far more enjoyable and feasible had the misfortune to be left out and must have gotten all three raindrops which constituted the last storm we had. It amazes me how easy shit rusts out here in the arid desert. But I guess ten inches a year isn’t arid compared to a lot of places. Like the Sahara perhaps. If you hadn’t been so all fired in a hurry to peel out before dawn, or what I assume is an approaching dawn as this lack of time pieces is a novelty I’m not enjoying, and denied me more coffee and I had been thinking more clearly, perhaps I would have thought to do a more thorough maintenance check list. What am I, a friggin aircraft pilot?”

“You ARE a moron, but I love you anyway. How much coffee do you drink a day, anyway? What are you going to do, hike down to Central America to continue your java juice addiction once you run out here?”

“I don’t drink all that much, I just make a production out of the four to six cups I do drink. Yes, I smoke a single butt a day. And I’m partial to sugar of the mass produced variety. But really, coffee is my main pleasure and vice in life. Don’t be a hater. And as soon as I get close to being out, I think I’ll just go Suicide By New World Order Soldier. I don’t want to walk that far south.”

“Is that like Suicide By Cop?”
“Right, but since I’m not sure what the new political order might be, I’m just proclaiming hence forth it to be a New World Order. Not the George Bush Rothschild variety where we all gaze into our TV’s for our daily retinal scan to make the attendance call and get our assignments and the location of our next Soylent Green ration, more like just the end of the old and the beginning of something radically different. Bush’s Order was just more centralization. New boss, same as the old boss. I’m assuming the struggle for power will commence immediately and any armed soldier will be the new cop on the block. I’ll just charge him with bayonet fixed. Go out in high style. You can tell your grandkids, who will be glowing in the dark from the west coast nuke plants that will be spewing spent fuel rod soon enough, what a cool cat I was.”


“You do have a bit of a fixation on that bayonet. I forgot all about the Gott-Damn nuclear fuel issue. Damn, Randy, I thought I was supposed to be the morose paranoid one. You really think we’ll get it here?”

“Hell if I know. I think I read that Russian targets fallout wouldn’t get this area, one of the few along with southern Oregon and far west Texas, but I can’t remember if I ever saw anything on power plant accidents. You ARE morose and paranoid. I don’t care if we get nuked. I’ll still die prior to cancer when my coffee runs out. You know, for quote Survivalists unquote we sure as crap didn’t really store all that much stuff.”

“How much more coffee do you think you need?”

“I’m talking about this here trip into town. Why the hell don’t we have more food already at home? Not like it costs that much. Well, HAD cost that much.”
“Recon, dude. Gotta see what’s going on in town anyway. Hey, we fucked up. We should be off the road, on foot, going alongside the rail or near the river. So now we’re just seeing what is happening. We’re just killing two birds with one stone. It is far from optimal, but hey, you just repelled a gang attack and I just hoofed it half way across this big ass county after my motor transport died. I think we should be congratulating ourselves. Even discounting our too small preps which we haven’t used yet, I think we are doing better than most schmucks out there who had no notion this crap could happen.”


“Am I smelling smoke?”

“No, that’s ozone from trying to think.”
“Seriously, I’m smelling smoke and not a lone fireplace smoke smell. Like a wildfire type of smoke. Like the fire engines are knocked out and already some dimrod has dropped his crack pipe and set the house on fire and then the sagebrush that grew too close to the crack house caught on fire and spread.”


“Well, let’s go take a look. It’s why we are here anyway. Shouldn’t we be seeing a glow if the fires too big?”
“Approaching dawn washing it out?”


“Fuck all if I know. Should we dismount and walk from here?”
“Sure, I’m going to run from the fire if there is one. How about we take the bikes so we can de-ass the area in a hurry if need be. That sounds like a much better plan.”
“I was thinking about you wheezing and dying from smoke. But that’s what I get for caring-sarcasm and hate.”


“I got something else for you. Its long, thick and hairy. Can you guess what it is?”
“You have a pony tail under your hat?”


*

Randy wasn’t so sure at all that this trip into town was so swell of an idea. His Spidey Sense was tingling. Not that his primordial lizard brain long suppressed by more advanced functions but retained for last ditch survival mode was all that fine tuned and accurate, and evidenced by the Day Of The Gang Bangers ( it was only yesterday, but Randy felt that once he returned to the homestead and counted his cans of coffee, even after trading some ammo to John for any he might have stashed himself, his days were indeed numbered and so he had better start writing down all of the pertinent details of his life for prosperity- and the one sure way to create excitement and anticipation to the future audiences tanning their rat pelts around a fire was to capitalize all major event days with snazzy titles ), because back then he really hadn’t gotten any warning on THAT one, thank you very much. Of course, it was when you thought you knew better than that scaly bug eyed reptilian warning system that things started biting you in the ass, hard, and with sharp teeth. As one wise man once commented, if you hear the voice, you had better listen to it. But here was one dude warning him and another dude called The Little Brain, the Head Muchacho in charge of all life decisions, who of course had absolute veto power over any rational musing or ancient built in warning systems and Randy had a feeling the quest for food and procreation was going to override the desire to stay alive.

*

So, while not exactly HATING John right now for dragging his sorry ass into town, he was having definite feeling of butt hurtedness. All the more since Randy was far more incapable of denying the Siren Call Of Female Nether Regions than John and so obviously John had used that against him, the vile fucker. Randy had little fear of dying, after nearing five decades of putting up with a biological container which while perfectly designed for species survival had its drawbacks for the individual wearer ( sure, it was a lot harder on females, their specialty designed systems employed to the task of popping our replicas and then being a definite hindrance afterwards. But even males had to shoulder the burden, what with life expectancies greatly reduced in the occurrence of providing for and protecting said fems while they were otherwise occupied in overpopulating the environment ) and really hadn’t been designed for optimal living past the age of grandparenthood ( evidenced by the third procreative cycle of fifteen years each, at about age 45 the usefulness of an individual in a family role of child rearing was greatly reduced- a grandparent teaches, a great-grandparent is just a useless eater ) and let you know about it each and every day by falling apart at such a rapid rate that it was shocking that anyone really had any desire to live to see cancer, heart attacks, boner pills and adult diapers. Really, playing golf wasn’t worth all THAT.

*

He wasn’t sure that since he was nearly optimal survival age that he should be running around following an erection, like he had as a teenager and twenty-something ( okay, who was he kidding? And into his thirties AND somewhat his forties ). Not that he had a choice, reference back to the Little Brain ( idly, he flashed back to Pinky And The Brain, two cartoon characters from the 90’s cable TV. The Brain was bent on world domination and his retarded cohort was Pinky. Their adventures never succeeded, of course. The Quest was the point. But the names themselves were a smidge odd. Since a Caucasian males reproductive member was often referred to as a “pinkie”, and its role and real title was The Little Brain as it did 99% of all thinking for said male, were those cartoon characters a subtle reference? The Brain, always reaching past what was attainable [ fat, retarded boys lusting after Playboy Bunny types, clearly even if they were far above pudgies pay grade ] and always doing stupid stuff. This was a definite worthy conversational point to bring up to John ). So, on the one hand he barely willingly went along with this suboptimal plan and on the other hand he was already feeling his lustful fantasies of repopulating the wastelands of the apocalypse create a surge of energy to be utilized in moving forward with all due haste and precision.

*

It was definitely starting to lighten on the horizon ( they were moving towards town away from the dawn, so you had to turn around to see anything, which made the earlier hypotheses of wildfires being washed out by the glow of a sunrise wildly inaccurate. Of course, he still smelled smoke and damned if he wasn’t going to worry about it ) and Randy was grateful for it. The next day was finally proven to start, they would be able to see something soon, the light would awaken him somewhat and sounds would be less likely to carry. There was starting to be a slight chance that he was on less of a suicide mission and more on a quest for female companionship. And food of course. You don’t woo the ladies after the collapse of western civilization with such inconsequentials as a quick wit, sterling personalities or even a ginormous Johnson. Oh, sure, Randy had all three and so adding a bit of life sustaining calories would just cinch the deal, but Randy was a swell guy and he wanted to help his Brother John out and leave him the uglier of any pair of females, which by his reckoning was really nice of him because NOBODY wanted to live off of sloppy seconds. Randy could be a real dick and start his own harem, which was how irresistible he knew he was with the gals. But he was willing, for the sake male comradeship and really let’s not beat around the bush too long here, for the sake of not pissing off an armed individual that knew where he slept. Feeling magnanimous after such a generous decision, Randy decided that he would now grandly proclaim his very own awesomeness to John as a way of reinitiating conversation.

*

“You know, Johnny Boy, it occurs to me that you are indeed blessed beyond the capacity of a single deity. Here we are, two swinging dinguses-well, I’m a swinging dingus and you are merely an embarrassing barely protruding nub that couldn’t swing if you pulled it mightily with tweezers and did jumping jacks at the same time- strolling down a deserted highway which by either divine intervention, an act of Mother Nature although I’m not sure her putrid influence passes beyond the atmosphere and she is strictly prohibited from the celestial realm by divine treaties in the nature of say the creation of the American Air Force after World War Two in which fixed wing aircraft were strictly prohibited from use to the Army which didn’t make a heck of a lot of sense because the Navy got all the planes their grubby little tax dollar spending fingers could get ahold of, but I imagine the Gods and their politics and compromises are indistinguishable from those of Washington DC, or just the pedestrian affairs of man and we are presented both with a few problems AND a set of golden opportunities. You being a lucky SOB because you get to do all this adventuring and swashbuckling with the greatest person of all time, namely me. I trust you feel blessed and will say a thank you to various and assorted gods you normally ignore, as the unsaveable ignorant savage barbarian that you are.”

“Well, you put it like that and I now realize I should stand humbled and gracious.”

“Indeed. Now, I realize that we have multiple problems before us. Namely, starving our scrawny asses off in about a year. Being far away from water. Not at present being both blessed and cursed with willing female companionship. And while I don’t wish to give these issues any less serious contemplation than they deserve, I would like to take a few moments to observe the many and myriad ways in which as of yesterday the world is a far, far, much better place. For one, we now pretty much have a license to kill any sniveling asswhore that crosses our path and pisses us off. Assuming they don’t have a lot of friends that can immediately come to their aid, obviously. And I can’t say for sure how long such liberty will be available to us, the tides of anarchy and monopoly of force being what they are. But if I’m going to die a miserable death in a year, grasping for caffeine like an emancipated toothless hag feebly parting her soiled and ripped blouse in a desperate attempt to sell her goods for cigarettes, pocket change and another rock of crack, I feel that the time in the interim is best spent in such sport as delivering vengeance upon the forces of evil. And those fuckers who made our lives miserable. I’d like to get laid a lot, too, but for the time being it will be nice to shoot at people who show hostile intent rather than continue our old practice of cowering hopelessly while the forces of law and order are summoned.”

“It will be nice not having to be stuck behind old bastards doing half the speed limit, or have young fuckers inches from your rear bumper as they attempt to convince you to travel twice the speed limit.”

“Do you think it would be okay to shoot anyone under a certain age, assuming for the sake of argument that they at one time were either tailgating you or trying to run over me on my moped?”
“I think that you are already in danger of running out of ammunition, long before the true forces of evil intent arrive to challenge our leadership and to steal all the food we have absconded with.”
“Okay, how’s this? I save the ammunition to combat the New World Order troops, but put some to the side so when I’m about out of coffee I can extract revenge for all the wrongs done upon our personages. Then, being out of ammunition, I can affix bayonet and charge gloriously into the blazing machineguns of Hiz Honor The Mayor.”
“I think all the machineguns are busy making meat paste out of Iraqi civilians, our boys in green having been deployed to the Sandbox.”
“That has got to suck giant cammo dildos, if they are going to be stuck over there. Can you imagine the college educated leaders in charge over there making any kind of intelligent decision?”
“What decision? They are quickly out of bottled water, MRE’s and 223. They don’t even have bayonets to go out in a shower of glory such as yourself.”


“Hey, the Fritz helmets make you look like a giant penis. You would only look ridiculous charging the crowds wearing one, and on a stubby carbine to boot. Perhaps the Squids have enough AvGas to get some of them out to sea and safely to a nuclear aircraft carrier. Assuming that this sucker wasn’t a solar flare that melted their shit into molten silicon goo. I know the Soviets stayed with vacuum tubes because of EMP from nukes, and we claimed it was because of our advanced capitalistic awesomeness we were more high-tech cat’s meow with chips. I wonder if the Soviets intentionally stayed primitive and we weren’t as EMP hardened as we claimed. Remember the folk tale about our million dollar R&D space pen verses the Soviet’s using a pencil?”
“I wonder if they had a pencil sharpener?”
“Don’t over-analyze folk tales. I mean, a fox and grapes? Right? Makes no sense. The tortoise and the hair makes some sense. You labor away slow and steady, total discipline, no break in the routine, and before you know it you have moved mountains. Some famous Euro-Trash writer dude only wrote something like 500 words a day before going to his day job and he churned out door stoppers. You go too fast trying to win the race and you burn out, over-do it. But the bitch with a million kids in a shoe? What the fuck was that all about? A giant shoe? Architecturally, it makes absolutely no sense at all. Wait. That was a nursery rhyme, not a fable. Now I’m all screwed up.”
“Would it be less weight carrying a pocket knife, or a sharpener? Would they let you carry a penknife? What if you cut an oxygen line or something?”
“You’re yanking my chain, aren’t you? Poking fun at my thought process.”
“Duh.”
“I love you too, John.”


“Hey, lookee over yonder. A lot of smoke, blowing north. Must have been why there was no light showing our way from fires. Damn wind picked up as the sun rose, clearing away the stagnant layer.”
“I won’t get into the argument over the exact unit measurement of ‘yonder’. But I will comment that it seems like that is a “crapload” of smoke-crapload being a similar unit of weight to the length measurement of yonder. How flipping big was the fire, do you think? It wasn’t cold last night, so how many people could there have been trying to stay warm with flame? Even an out of control fire wouldn’t necessarily done in too big an area. No wind, you can outwalk a brush fire and make a break or smother flames or what not.”
“Hmmm. You want to look at that power pole over there.”
“Okay, it seems like a regular power pole.”
“Look at the transformer. Blown to fuck. Want to bet they ALL went at the same time and did a “Dresden” on the whole town?”


“I’ll be a shit the bed. This is not boding well, is it?”

“Ya think?”

END

The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.










Sunday, February 23, 2014

guest article

GUEST ARTICLE

Candle Depot vs Dollar Store


Everyone should have some form of backup lighting.
Several choices are available.
Solar powered LED lights are one choice. The price is right, only a dollar.
The old reliable Coleman lantern is my favorite. I remember our family using it when we went camping. It really can't be beat for the massive amount of lighting provided. The down side, you need fuel and mantles to keep it going.
Flashlights are another option. Wind up ones and solar powered are good choices.
Candles. These have a track record of more than 5,000 years. Hard to beat that. They produce light and a small amount of heat. Everyone should have a few (or more for barter). The price is very reasonable for this basic need. One downside is the danger from an open flame. Another is the small quantity of light produced.
Until recently, the best deal I was able to find for candles was at The Candle Depot (here). 2400 hours for almost $86 counting shipping handling etc. That didn't seem too bad to me.
But then..... I got to wondering if maybe just maybe the dollar store candles could compete against that deal.
So I did a test. I bought one and burned it for 25 hours. You see it above. (and another new one)
At 25 hours it was not even half burned. Let's figure it has 50 hours of light in it.
If we buy eighty of them, we'll have 4000 hours of light from them compared to the 2400 hours of Candle Depot.
This comparison was only for determining what was the longest amount of light provided for the money spent. The dollar store candle is a solid candle while the Candle Depot's is liquid.

The Dollar Store candle is the clear winner.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

guest article 2 of 2 today

Recipes

Pinto beans, lentils, split peas, lima beans and garbanzos are some of the dry foods that should be stocked extensively. Here are some easy ways to fix them in a tasty manner.

The lima bean and the garbanzo are my favorites.

When you make the garbanzo recipe, throw in some cubed ham. It can't be beat.

Pinto bean recipe. Serves at least 6

Measure two cups of beans. Spread out on table and remove rocks and dirt balls. Soak overnight. Boil until soft. Add salt to taste. Fry one jalapeno pepper with one medium onion. Add to beans.

At this time you have bean soup. Ready to eat.

For me, I like it burning hot. I add crackers to thicken it up some. Then, a generous amount of home made salsa to cool it off a little.

For any left overs, mash the beans and the soup becomes a paste. Add cooking oil as needed when re-frying for next meal.


Split Pea or Lentil Soup recipe. Serves 6

Measure two cups of split peas. Rinse. Place in pan and cover with water. Boil until soft. Continue adding water as it boils away. Add home made tomato soup base. Add salt to your taste.

Lima Bean or Garbanzo soup recipe. Serves 6

Rinse two cups of Lima beans or garbanzos and soak overnight. Boil until soft. Add tomato soup base. Add one or two bay leaves. Add salt to taste. Cook a few minutes to mix ingredients.

guest article 1 of 2 today

GUEST ARTICLE

A Fool and His Money...

One of the things that bothers me is the number of idiots and con men that have jumped into the survival/prepper arena.

I remember back shortly before Y2K. I went to Gary North's Y2K site. He announced that he had worked with some people that had contacted him. They wanted to give everyone a good deal.

It was a years supply of food. They only wanted 25% more than anyone else was charging. They got very few takers.

As more and more people flock (baaaa baaaaa) into preparations, we should expect the average intelligence level to go waaaaaay down.

A good example of both the con men and the idiots are "Survival Food Tabs"

These "must have" tabs cost about $25 a bottle. You take 12 a day and get a whooping 240 calories from them. According to the Nitro-pack site they are "A Complete Meal In a chewable tablet form." and "Twelve 3.9 gram tabs a day are all you need (a minimal survival ration of 240 calories per day)."
Those are exact quotes from the site.


Looks like we found out where the Nazi death camp nutrition experts are working now.

A whopping 240 calories for a whole day!

Not to be picking on Nitro-pack, lots of places sell these with the same claim.

They would not be offering these "miracle" food tabs if there weren't idiots some where buying them.

They also claim "These high calorie tablets provide 100% of the recommended daily allowance of 15 essential daily vitamins and minerals."

OK, so what are they? A vitamin? A complete survival food? Both?

In what situation would they be of any use? Maybe if you were hunting or hiking and got lost. But in reality, hunters and hikers are smart enough to carry some kind of snack with them in a pack or the hunting vest. Why would they want to spend $25 on these things?

Next they will be telling us about the food tabs slicing, dicing and making Julienne fries abilities.

Don't waste your money on this crap.

Go to Wal-Mart, buy multi-vitamins, a bottle of "Alive! MEN'S 50+." A bottle of fifty for $9. Looking on the back it says 100% (or more) of the RDA for twenty vitamins and minerals.

$25 minus 9 leaves you with $16. They have some really good granola bars. I'm betting they will taste better than the food tabs and have more calories.

Friday, February 21, 2014

fem lib dead

FEM LIB DEAD

Most survivalist writers, being male, usually proclaim that come the Apocalypse, women’s lib is dead. I think most are genuinely sad about such a thing, perhaps mourning that a more enlightened progressive time will have ended. A few will merely be horrified that their enraged spouses, in a finial terrifying outburst of rage over the end of their reign, will snatch the jar of pickled husband testicles from the fireplace mantel and dash them upon the wood flooring. And a couple, not really giving two craps about offending half of the human race, will howl with delight and cackle ungentlemanly. I confess to being the later, but not because I hate women, nor because I believe they are unequal. Women excel at certain things men have zero aptitude for, and visa versa. We cannot optimally do each others job. I look forward to seeing a return to natural roles we evolved into. What will amuse me to no end is the angst and confusion of all the teeming masses of idiots who haven’t a clue.

*

Now, if we all prophesize the demise ( that rolls off the tongue nicely-that should be a title to one of my upcoming books ) of women’s lib, can we explain why? Are we all just parroting something we heard elsewhere? Was the source a bitter extremist Mormon sect leader marooned in the wastes of Arizona, shunned from his own church, eagerly anticipating the time when all females were once again chained to wood stoves, ballooning with yet another fetus which is destined to join the future John Brown Irregulars? I have no idea of the origination, but I’d wager a handful of modern manufacture reloadable 303 Brit ( which is serious money ) that none of them gave it much of a thought ( far too busy redesigning ads for their supporting corporations ) as to WHY women’s lib will die. Nasbait ( spelling is off, the “Mega-Trends” author ) said that women got the right to vote first in Wyoming because they were well armed and hence demanded ( by unstated threat of force ) the vote. The guy should have stayed focused on the future instead of the past. If personal firearms possession is the reason behind emancipating women, why was it in the Soviet Union that the movement blossomed first and fastest ( in the US, the vote slowly was granted, in Russia the government granted whole cloth )?

*

My theory is that granting women’s rights ( we ignore the anarchist conviction that a right cannot be granted by the government ) was a government stratagem to weaken males. Far from being enlightened and progressive, giving women equal rights was merely a way to castrate a governments main potential enemy. Destroy a males sense of providing and protecting his family and you have somewhat neutered him. Surely the Soviet leaders where not so stupid as to believe a female with 30% of the upper body strength of a male was equally capable on the factory floor where brute force was required? I think taking jobs away from males, and then becoming females guardians and protectors and providers by giving those jobs to women, put the government much more firmly in control of the population. And look at the growth of women’s rights in this country. At times the government was grabbing much more power. So, when the big daddy government goes, there go the champions of fem lib.

END

The Old Bison Blog on CD
Over five years of work and nearly two million words of pure brilliance. Here is the link to order:
http://kunaki.com/sales.asp?PID=PX00KX7Z1I
*
Please support Bison by buying through the Amazon ad graphics at the top of the page. You can purchase anything, not just the linked item. Enter Amazon through my item link and then go to whatever other item you desire. As long as you don’t leave Amazon until after the order is placed, I get credit for your purchase.  For those that can’t get the ads because they are blocked by your software, just PayPal me occasionally or buy me something from my Amazon Wish List once a year.
*

My books available on thumb drive:



Homesteading For $3k Book, Top 20 Survivalist Fiction, Land In Elko, Blog Book, Lord Bison
*
If my Blogger page ever goes down, I will start to post at my regular web site:
www.BisonPress.com
*
My books on PDF available at
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=james++dakin&sorter=relevance-desc
*
By the by, all my writing is copyrighted. For the obtuse out there.