Sunday, April 26, 2015

an interesting observation

I wasted a good part of my morning googling dirty cop videos. There are so many out there, you could spend a good part of a MONTH doing this, but why bother? Just put "dirty cop" in the browser of your choice and watch the listing grow...
A lot of them show cops planting drugs on cars they've had alerted on by canines.
Now, "alerting" is anything from barking, smelling the ham sammich you packed for lunch, or even taking a leak on your tire. Whatever the dog does, even just wagging it's fucking tail, can be interpreted unequivocally by the officer that it "senses" drugs in the car.
Using this as an excuse to rifle through your vehicle, they then proceed to find the illegal substances the dog alerted on.
My question is, if the dog is that fucking good, why do they then REMOVE the dog to do the search themselves? Wouldn't it be easier to let the fucking highly trained and overwhelmingly more qualified dog's senses pinpoint the stash?

Things that make you go hmmmmm...

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Who's afraid of the big bad USDA?

Received an email from Personal Liberty today touting the possible benefit of a new USDA application designed to help people save food by not throwing out perfectly good victuals just because of some silly little "sell by" date.
Now on the surface of this, it seems like something most folks reading this, including myself, would see as a good thing. With the economy under the Obama regime, who can afford to waste food? And I believe most folks here are also doing whatever they can to store a little extra beans, bullets, and band aids.
However, as much as I like the concept of this app, I have a certain distrust of ANY agency that has three letters, or begins with the two letters US.
I don't believe I want to use an app designed by the USDA to track my food storage. Or any government agency tracking anything about me; and yes, I know that they do and they are. But that doesn't mean I need to SEND it directly TO them!

for my brother

Mark lost everything in a recent house fire. He has a 24 year old daughter who is at a perpetual mental age of 2. He cares for his two grandchild boys under 10. Both he and his wife are in poor health.
I'm asking on his behalf to give him the support I cannot.


I can't seem to get the link on here, but y'all know how this shit works.


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Okay, back into the fray

No, I haven't given up on our country. Our government, yes. The country, no.
But as I was perusing another site fomenting direct action against the PTB, a proposal I can't say I'm entirely against, a question came to mind.
There are a plethora of nihilists out there who have already given up. Convinced of the superior power of DC to overcome any resistance to their bid for tyranny.
Numerous times I've heard the argument that those in power have the full might of the "law enforcement" community, and control of the military, to put down any uprising of we revolting peasants. Or peasants revolting. Whichever...
And of course, I constantly hear the reverse of this premise; that honorable Americans, be they military or law "ignorant" officers, would NEVER fire on their fellow Americans.
While the news lately has been rampant with numerous occasions of our boys in blue doing exactly that, including shootings, beatings, mob mentality, and lying to defend the heinous actions of their fellows; whether they will stand against us is NOT the question I pose to you today.
My question is this: Are YOU ready to fire on them?
Before you jump up in your cammie-clad indignance, shouting HELL YES! while spilling your Schlitz malt liquor down your front, let me offer a scenario.

You're out on patrol. Creeping catlike through the forest in the late evening, looking for a known military force that has been looking for you. You're on point, and discover their camp. You also notice that the guard standing watch is your best friend from high school, is your wife's brother, and until he went to boot camp, the two of you were inseparable.

We talk constantly about how if the soldier, police officer, hell, the fucking Eagle Scout down the block were a PATRIOT, they'd be with US in the first place against the forces of evil

No thought of this poor schmuck trying to support HIS family. How if he goes against orders, it's HIS family rounded up. Nope, he's a TRAITOR.

So shoot that motherfucker.

But you'd better think about looking through that scope and pulling that trigger now.

And if you CAN'T, you better hope he can't either.
Or we've already lost.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

When it happens

Unless you're here for the first time, you probably already know I'm a prepper. Not a survivalist, per se, but a person who strives to be able to maintain a certain level of civilized existence when winter storms take out the power,  have enough food for awhile if calamity hits to eat well for at least a month or two, that sort of thing. 

Reality just kicked in. Today, my sister-in-law called and told me their house was on fire, and it was a total loss. 

Believe it or not, I have my own go-to guy. My oldest brother, twelve years my senior, can do anything. Period. 

Anytime I find myself lacking in knowledge or materials; electric, heating, A/C, plumbing, masonry, carpentry, welding, or just an HONEST opinion of something, I go to him. 

I learned today that he can't save a lifetime of labor from an electrical short in his dryer.

Now I'm actually afraid. I saw an RV go up in flames in less than twenty minutes that I had been living in here on Turn Here Rose.  Thankfully, I had moved out of it when it burned, and didn't lose too much.  I KNOW the devastation a fire can produce first hand, yet it didn't hit me until today how unprepared I truly am. 

Thankfully his wife's sister lives nearby, and has room to take him and his family in, providing shelter and hearth until he can rebuild his home. But he lost everything. He had a house worth of irreplaceable memories, an attached garage that was the finest workshop I've ever seen, medications, food, clothing, water storage, his fucking LIFE in that house. And now it's gone.  

He was in the barn, and his wife and mentally retarded daughter were away from home, so he at least has one vehicle left and his family is unhurt, but he will have to rebuild 63 years of living with literally only the clothes on his back. 

Mark has needed surgery on both shoulders for years, is in constant pain from having his back broken some years ago, and both he and his wife are in very poor health. I, of course will do anything I can to help, but this level of devastation is hard to come back from for the heartiest of folk. And my brother takes pride to a whole new level when HE has to ask for help. 

I sit here, waiting for my wife to get out of work so we can drive down and see what we CAN do, and realize just how futile my plans relative to being prepared really are.  Five acres of land, and if a fire started on the 980 square feet my trailer sits on, all my work would be lost to the flames. 

Most of the little I have put away for emergencies will be going to my brother now. But as I restock my supplies, I realize I will have to separate this from my home. It truly is a simple and yet very profound adage that tells us not to keep all our eggs in one basket. Eggs, like our lives, are extremely fragile things. It's time I take stock of all I have in this basket, and maybe take stock of my thinking too.

Live well, Dear Readers. But live ready. 

Do men have feelings?

I was watching a 'news' program, you know the ones, nothing but puff pieces interspersed with the briefest of local happenings and here's the weather on the half hour.  (Like you can't look out the window once in awhile...)
So, these two 30-something women in almost but not quite the same yellow dress were 'interviewing' four supposedly well known male Metro-sexual types I'd never heard of, and of course, the life affecting questions of men's "feelings" came up. 
Between puking and laughing, I thought about some of the questions from my point of view. 
Now, I'm not an expert on men's feelings. And ANY man who says he understands women is a liar. But as these questions are apparently critical enough to warrant a half hour segment of what passes for news, I thought I'd post a few of the answers from my point of view. 

Question 1: Why don't men express their feelings? 
MY answer: We do.  Constantly. 
If Ifeel hungry, I express this by getting something to eat. 
If I feel horny, I express this by throwing my wife to the ground wherever we happen to be, and alleviate this feeling. 
If I feel happy, the corners of my mouth move in an upward direction. 
If I feel sad, I grab a beer, and repeat as necessary until the corners of my mouth move in an upward direction.
When I feel mad, I either break something, make something, or take something. 
Which covers hungry, horny, happy, sad, and mad.  

Men HAVE no other 'feelings'.

Question 2: Why do men get MORE upset when women ask them "What's wrong? "
MY answer: As pointed out above, men DO express their feelings. We, at least those of us who ARE men, are taught we are the providers, protectors, comforters, and the rock that stands against the tempest. We can live in a cave and eat raw rat, poop in the woods, wipe with leaves, (or not...) and never even notice when a minor scratch, say, cutting off a foot, accidently happens while chopping down a mighty Redwood.
When our efforts to be all this falls short, we 'feel' inferior to our own ideals. Leave us alone, we'll work out a solution, and life will eventually be better, and golden unicorns will fly out of our asses.
If we need help we'll ask. Just don't hold your breath waiting...

Question 3: What's the secret to a long marriage? 
MY answer: Keep your dick in either your own or your wife's pants, and don't get divorced. 

Question 4: What do you look for in a woman? 
MY answer: Someone who understands that men only HAVE five feelings, will make me a sandwich if I'm hungry, enjoy when I'm horny and can fake an orgasm in the face of even my performance, laugh at what makes me happy, make me a sandwich or give me sex if I'm sad, leaves me to myself if I'm breaking something, making something, or taking something, and Never, under any circumstances asks me "what's wrong?" when golden unicorns suddenly stop flying out of my ass.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Why mouth off?

I received an email from a reader asking why I haven't been posting anything about government excess, or poser - in - chief running our country into the dirt, or anything about any of the projected 2016 presidential hopefuls.

Why bother? At this point I see obummer declaring martial law before any election in order to prolong his empirical authority, using whatever black swan event it takes, whether an EMP attack, financial collapse, grid down, hell, he's such an egomaniac he probably thinks he can cause a CME!

And as I was reminded in a conversation with a man whose opinion I respect, Hillary's going to manipulate the vote ala the obummer school of political skullduggery, so 'at this point what does it matter anyway'?

Should I go on about the government, from Obama all the way down to your local selectman, violating our constitutional rights and regulating morality?

I know!  Maybe I should rant about the dumbing down of our children or the fact that schools are nothing more than a means to indoctrinate them into a future of 'sit down, shut up, don't question, and follow orders' as a good little member of the grazing herd!

Perhaps a nice post on stockpiling guns, bullets, beans, those heirloom seeds Monsanto hasn't fucked with, or some insightful tips on how to head for the woods and eat slugs dug from a rotting log until everything turns peachy again and golden unicorns fly out of our asses...

Nah. Why bother?  Anyone who follows this blog and others like it already know all this shit.  It's why we post scantily clad women, funny stories, and videos of cats jumping off telephone poles.
The world out there sucks. Sometimes it's nice to just come here and get away from it all until the PTB steps in and regulates our voices into silence.

Until then:

Sunday, April 12, 2015

XenoBabes - update

Lost my earlier photos. Damn it! Try these, with my apologies:

Thanx for the heads up B!

Friday, April 10, 2015

We NEED stevierayv!

When I fully moved to Turn Here Rose, and needed some help,  two folks rose to the challenge: One of my readers, Jim, and a fellow blogger,  stevierayv of YourcrazyuncleBubba.com.

Both of them had a WHOLE lot of fun busting me on my pitiful attempt to get a fire started. Jim is old, so I can let his disrespect slide, and stevierayv knew how to tow a trailer, so I'll be dammed of I'm gonna say a bad word agin HIM! 

But me and Jim have stayed in touch, and plan to git together next weekend, camp out overnight, and probably drink more than is good for us (especially for one of Jim's advanced years! ). 

It just wouldn't be the same without stevierayv though!  Tough SOB, knows how to handle a trailer, and this time HE can start the fire! 

Just need to send him some encouragement I guess...    Comment your collective assess off here folks!  Who thinks he needs to show? !!

(Oh, and by the way, anyone else wants to show, cool! The more the scarier!)

stevierayv aka YourCrazyUncleBubba

Anyone out there got this dude's nr? Left a couple messages on the only number I gots fer him, and no word yet.

If you can contact him, have him email me: xenolith1964@yahoo.com

Thanks y'all!

Thursday, April 9, 2015

open response to comment

I posted about the South Carolina murder of a 40 year old man by a cop. One of my readers commented that all cops are liars and dirty.
Not only do I agree for 99% of them, here's a little personal experience in my own family:

I have a nephew who has a high school diploma,  no advanced education, and couldn't even hack it in the Air Force, not making it past boot camp.
After not making it in the military (even the country club of the Air force) he landed a job as a clerk at one of the 7-11 stores in Oklahoma City.
One night an individual grabbed a woman's purse at the counter and took off.  My nephew jumped the counter, chased the guy seven blocks, and beat the holy hell out of him.
My nephew was lauded by the cops when they finally showed up, and had such an adrenalin high he decided he was going to go to cop school and do this for a living.
Now I love my nephew, but I firmly and wholeheartedly believe that those who choose law enforcement as a career are those same people whose only marketable skill is, and get off on, beating other people up.
And hide behind the 'authority' of the badge and the protection of the militarized boy's club.

One simple question

I'm quite sure everybody has heard the story or seen the video of a South Carolina cop shooting a 40 year old black man in the back as the man runs away. 
Rightfully so, once the video surfaced, and thankfully the person catching this turned it into the media rather than the police,  the officer was charged with murder. 
Having seen the video I happen to agree. 
However, I can't help but wonder why he wasn't charged in the first place before  the video came out. And reading the comments, I admit to being somewhat amazed by the overwhelming number of comments basically stating that we should wait until all the evidence comes out before making a rash and hasty decision of this cop's guilt. 
Please keep in mind that I am not in any way racist. And quite frankly this particular incident doesn't affect me in any way. I have no vested interest in the outcome, don't know any of the actors in this little drama, and actually have a very low empathy level in the best of cases. 
I know, what a self centered asshole, right?  Yep. 
But here's my main question: why isn't the cop's partner being charged as an accessory after the fact?  Did he somehow not see the first cop walk away from the victim, pick up the gun from back where he was standing, and drop it next to the dead man?  Did he report these actions?  
In light of the video, I'd personally love to read the submitted written reports BOTH cops turned in. I love a good fiction story! 

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

history tends to repeat...

A comment I heard on TV tonight about America 'flipping' on England got me to thinking. Don't worry, it didn't hurt as much as even I thought it would...

Two hundred and some odd years ago, the people living here were existing under a king who had absolutely no first hand knowledge of what Americans were dealing with. His concerns were only for how he could profit, with no interest in those whose labors supported his privileged lifestyle.
Needless to say, but I'm going to anyway, those whose labor was so blatantly dismissed didn't see eye to eye with their liege, and with no recourse to a fair deal, realized the only way they could change their position was to rebel.
Some of you may remember from history class this was the revolution that allowed our great nation to rise.
Americans were a stubborn breed.  Hardships were no deterrent to these brave men and women who faced a new and unforgiving land in order to live a life on their terms.

The biggest issue was the king was too far away and too disconnected from his subjects to hold sway over them.

Hmmmmm...  I find it interesting that almost every one of these conditions exist today. B.O. is so far removed from the rest of us as to barely qualify as the same species.  It is our labor and the sweat we the people shed that pays for his lavish lifestyle and excessive and extravagant vacations.
He sits on his throne issuing royal decrees in the form of executive orders, with only his own self importance as motivation. His privy council of yes-men and sycophants stroking his ego in order to gain the royal favor.

Those who cannot learn from history are destined to repeat it. And the similarities are pretty amazing.


Too many fucking people...

... Want to control us.
Everyone who reads this crap blog knows the issues I have with city officials. Code enforcers who drive around spending tax dollars in gas with the sole objective of fucking with 'the people' (in other words, us) in order to drum up money in fines for 'code violations'; militarized gestapo with a god complex who not only think they personally are the law, but that they themselves are above the law; and I could go on for another page and a half, but I think you can see where I'm headed here.
But more than them fucking with me, I get positively livid when these same fucking bureaucratic asshats mess with children! You know, shutting down lemonade stands because the kid didn't get a 'permit', thus crushing in its infancy the entrepreneurial spirit.
And then there's shit like this!
A dad wants to teach his kids to have an imagination; to grow up with the ability to dream; to be individuals.
"OH HELL NO!" Shout the busybodies of the community and the forces of authority!  "There will be NO individuals around here!" And then go into a trance-like state uttering with glassy eyes "conform... conform... conform...".
No wonder 'The American Dream' doesn't exist anymore.

It was murdered in our children...

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Along with my last post

I was going through my inbox this morning,* perusing the articles on The Prepper Website, which is the epitome of the 'I didn't write it, but pay me for it anyway' type site I bitched about in my last post, and this article from Event Horizon Chronicles caught my eye.
The article is titled "Dictatorship Has Now Begun: Welcome To The Surreal."
Which all brings me to my next rant.
The author starts off rehashing the militarization of police, the dangers of the NDAA, and other shit everyone here already knows about, and then, without any further ado, segues into how everyone who really understands what's going on should move to fucking Ecuador to escape the evil that is our country. And offers all kinds of assistance to help you with the relocation!
Who the fuck is this anti American non-patriotic asshat to make ANY derogatory comments about America while deserting her?  And what a grand idea; everyone who loves their country should pack up and get out now!
That way there will be plenty of housing for all the illegals coming across our borders while we move into theirs!

Now I'm not one of those who actually hopes for open warfare with our own government, just waiting for my chance to bag my full quota of gubmint flunkies while raiding my neighbors and living a grand perpetual camping trip, hiding out and eating venison with pine sap dressing in my BDUs. I am a Patriot who will stand against the jackboots if and when they come, and do everything to support my fellow Patriots.
Turning my tail and deserting my post, America, is NOT an option.

It's bad enough Todd Sepulveda runs a blog that only reposts other Internet content. He should at least read the shit before posting it on a 'prepper' site.

*And yes, I have unsubscribed from this site,  this came in before I'd had the chance.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Every now and then...

I read my email, and see something worth passing on. I usually cite the paragraph or so that catches my attention and than add a link so my readers can go there themselves and read the whole damn thing  if they choose.
There are, of course, others out there without such scruples.
I read quite a few blogs from Constitutionalists, preppers, homesteading, that sort of thing, and some of the sites I go to just do a daily list of other people's blogs.
Now this is convenient in that I stay current with a lot of opinions and information I would otherwise miss, from sites I don't patronize, but it just strikes me as a damn shame that these people don't have the balls to post their own thoughts.
Are they afraid big brother will come after them if they were to be critical on their own behalf?
Are they illiterate, and afraid to write their own post in fear of being ridiculed?
Or do they just have a site in order to gain sponsors without having to actually think for themselves?

Just as an aside here, I have no use for those who seek glory on the coattails of heroes. So I will no longer be reading these blogs.

Have an opinion of your own.  Right or wrong, at least you can say you were one that counted!

Thursday, April 2, 2015

I am so pleased...

... That Iran had made so many concessions in the negotiations with Kerry.
Of course, Muslims are told that lying to infidels is no sin, too. ..

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

So I'm nuts. I can live with that.

I'm 51. I'm disabled.  And I'm nuts.
I believe I should have a garden large enough to grow plenty of fruits and vegetables to eat seasonally and dry, can, or store long enough to make it through till my next crop.
I believe I should raise animals to eat. And know how to butcher and preserve the meat.
I believe that morality should still mean something, and you should stand for your convictions.
I believe I have the right to protect my self, my family, my land, and anything on it.

Apparently I'm nuts.

But I'm not ashamed.  I've done enough wrong in my life that I regret, but have come to terms with myself. Scars, both those that show and those that don't, tells us where we've been, not where we're going. But I've never been cruel to animals or children, I've never slept with another man's wife, and I've always treated my elders with respect.
But I freely admit to some misgivings that this is not enough.  I walk through the mall, and notice the signs in Victoria's Secret showing erotically (undressed) women, and then notice all the young children walking by with their parents, who are blithely unaware of the impact of these ads on their kids.
I allow governmental excess, laughing at the antics of politicians and their paid guards getting caught with their pants (literally and figuratively) down around their knees.
But I DO nothing. Each transgression against morality, freedoms, ethics, or the American Dream, is ever so slightly worse than the last that I have condoned, that it slips by unnoticed and unremarked.
And I sit here this morning, watching news about the latest child abuse, catching each and every commercial goading me to sue my neighbor (for some lawyer's profit), or telling me if I take THIS pill, my dick will be bigger, longer, and SO much more satisfying for HER, and can't help but think maybe I should be ashamed.
I certainly wasn't raised this way. If a commercial on TV were to show a woman in her sexy lingerie writhing on red satin sheets, they would have been outraged! ANY kid, theirs or someone else's would, at the very least, be verbally reprimanded for their ass showing above pants wrapped around their knees.
Hell, Nixon was impeached for wiring a hotel room while our president does it to the entire country.

I personally put pictures of naked women on this blog, but it was only a mere few decades ago I remember getting my butt reddened for looking at the Sears and Roebuck catalog bra section!
I too have become a part of the problem. This is the world we live in. It is NOT my parent's.  I have become staid and inured to the degrading of American values. And I can live with myself.
But is there a line I won't cross? Certainly.
But I wonder where my children's line will be. Or, if they will have the ability to set a line. Our government now sets the standards; ethically, sexually, educationally, and morally.
We as a nation of sheeple, yes, even those of us who bitch and moan internetinally,  take NO action.
No,  I'm not ashamed for myself. I just hope the generations to come won't be ashamed of me.
This is not my parent's world.  But neither will it be mine tomorrow.