Thursday, 28th July 2011......

Morning,
first sips of coffee, struggling with my fone, obviously trying to
slowly die the way computers often do..

listened to some short wave last night.. people struggling with
society, obviously trying to die, the way societies often do...

things often happen in reoccuring patterns, across broadly different
areas of reality..

repetitive patterns, waves, and here we are on the beach of time,
watching them come in...

I listened to some farmer types, discussing floods caused by Army
Corps of Humdingers..

how arrogant the beaurostracracy is etc...

farmers trying to understand people who would be scandalized by dirt
on their hands, or mud on their shoes..

its a downhill trip.. Glad I got to an edge of the empire to live my
silly life...

really doesnt matter where my campsite is, as long as its got water,
soil, sun & security.. a man can live almost anywhere theres nature
to elbow into & reshape a bit...

the Empire's woes are saddening, & frightening.. alot of decent
people in confusion.. Not understanding that society has become
controlled by utter thieves again..

me, just camping, & trying to get prepared for the storm ahead..
spent some time yesterday working on my new pickhoe head, getting it
taken care of & towards ready for use...

happy as a clam doing so, knowing its a key piece in the puzzle of
subsistence & survival..

one of the top five tools on my list for the cabin in the woods
routine... It took me a couple years to find and afford the right
one, wanted the same model as the one I neutered into a grub hoe, so I
could use the Cortesa custom handle I made for myself in either hoe..

and that hoe ended up being a discontinued model in stores.. But
finally ran into one, and afforded, and packed it home with about 50
lbs or so of other stuff, taking 7.5 hours on average, & 3 bus changes
to go 100 km... Which tells you something about the tico concept of
mass transit in rural zones...

but I dont have to go any such where very often, and kinda working
against the clock in my own mind, getting ready for what reality
translates infinite human stupidity into in practical terms...

Collecting what I can of usefull items, on my meager budget, doing
fine, keeping to my neoindigenous imaginary limits...

Basically am using my materialistic desire, to better prepare myself..
I see people around me spending thousands every month, mostly on
vanities, and I feel pretty good, if my vanities are a few extra hand
tools..

I liberated plenty of neoindigenous goodies from retailers, looting my
way mentally thru stocks in a small border community.. pack ratting
off what I could..

I sacrifice to be able to do it, others sacrifice for me. I hope to
if nothing else, have some root-rock-dirt security for my group, in
case they need it.. Already managed to badger them into heading good
directions towards such fundamentals..

soon, a couple years maybe, begin pulling our little clan of friends &
family together geographically into a co-operative unit.. A little
commune of sorts, where loosly knit people help each other adapt to a
reality in flux, as an Empire of vanity & ego goes thru its death
throes...

the drawing in.. Reforming what was lost a couple generations ago..
doing what I can to insure food in pots, cooking fuel under them,
coffee in cups of people who cooperate & assist each other with the
necessities of life..

so, I boyscout along... doing simple things.. communicating what I
learn & think..

Adulthood, is when you realize, that the Sailor's term, of; "getting
your shit together." is an ongoing & endless struggle, and not a
destination already arrived at ever..

the problem with the farmers, & government, is that the status quo has
an "unrealistic Overview" of reality... all they can see is
themselves at the top of a pyramid of Nirvana, with their dinner
parties & billions, managing a world that exists solely for themselves
etc...

And they see the farmers as being little different, than horses hooked
to their carts...

Well, farmers tend to have some horse sense..

and status quo types wouldnt know a raddish from a turnip, if it was
still in the ground..

and an unrealistic overview, invariably leads to the erosion of the
base of the pyramid, until the horses have had enough, and kick the
status quo's teeth out...

education is not intelligence, & academics isnt good sense..

Theory doesnt grow Turnips..

all I can say, is best one quit believing in the system, and start
operating on a more fundamental level of organization.. and you'd
best be able to get by without the system, and be prepared to kick its
teeth in if necessary, because those running it, & those following
them, havent a clue about reality... they manage a cobbled up
technoculture, with human stupidity as a major ingredient in the mix..
and they whip the horses, careening the cart over the cobbles, with
the bearings screaming & smoking from lack of grease...

quit calling your bleeping congressman.. he's not going to do shit..
He's the complaint department... theres an economic fire wall between
him & reality..

only way to change the system is dont use it.. the horses keep trying
to go back into the burning barn..

much better if they spent their time contemplating the meaning &
responsibilities of freedom..

because when things finally collapse, they're going to get to deal
with it, in a without the system reality, ready or not...

might be good to focus on how to keep the kids fed no matter what..
and how to keep doing it.. forever... And not just rely on some
freeze dried glop, that the rats can gnaw & chew right thru the part
where it says 25 year shelf life...

when the system goes down, best you already have your subsistence trip
already up...

and not be expecting the system to shortly fix itself, so you can go
push your little shopping cart down the asiles of Consumer-topia...

its going to be a big crash folks.. those in charge think squeezing
the Turnips for blood is a good idea..

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Sunday, 24 July, 2011.......

Evening, going on midnight...

its a warm tropical night, didnt rain today to cool things off..

I was sleeping, but awake now.. Some text messages from a woman who
thinks she has to have me...

so I did some cafe, will be up for awhile, keeping her company via
texts, at the hospital, she's doing the night shift..

went to Panama awhile back, bought some stuff, a cast iron stove top
for my fire, another pick hoe for my garden, and a set of garden
trowels and matching scratch rake device, all in stainless..

also got a nice pocket knife with a hook blade, high quality, which
I suspect was designed for a paratroopers shroud knife... Its a one
hand opener, side lock, and has a clip... Blade is very good
stainless.. Took me a couple days to rebevel & remove factory edge,
used grades of wet or dry sand paper over a cylinder to sharpen its
inside curve..

also made a lanyard for it out of a nylon boot lace.. Which make nice
lanyard material due to flexibility.

I sharpened the stainless trowels with a file.. That took awhile
too... But theyre now hanging like wind chimes in my garden tools
selection of my little shelter...

havent listened to much short wave lately, taking a break from my
anthropological studies of human insanity via the eitheral planes..
I.e. Got tired of listening to all the horrible shit theyre doing to
you normal people.. in the name of unnessisary improvements &
corporate fascist profit margins..

aint a margin anymore, they have most of the page, and its the day
niggeroos who've been marginalized economically & politically..

I feel sorry for you poor bleepers... Trapped by your insecurity &
vanity in a terminal system...

I hear them on short wave howling for jobs..

gee, I never much liked jobs... seemed like they were never worth the
money, due to management types, with hardons for self justification,
coming up with constant absurd shit to pile onto the self niggeroo
units...

I dont think more jobs is the sollution.. I think more people getting
out of the system is...

thats all I do now, is vector off from the technocult... I wouldnt
want a job.. would eat up my free time, and I've gotten used to that
being 24/7....

once you figure out you can stay alive on $50 a month, a job seems out
of the question... These days, I get to spend $100 a month, & am
constantly improving my very comfy life in real terms.. being
neoindigenous in nature pays...

I also got a couple more plastic buckets in panama, and started buying
second hand clothing too, starting my post crash clothing stash...

been working mentally lately on a design for a fire making machine...

getting tired of disposable lighters that goto shit, and matches in
the tropics will drive you nuts due to the humidity.. a lens is fine
on sunny days, but they aint all sunny...

so thinking to upscale the bowdrill friction system into something
that really works good.. make it have a wooden frame, and be foot
powered, stair stepper maybe? Where I can create fire in maybe a
minute on cloudy days with no technocult resourses.. kind of a
Gilligan's island device..

I want to keep it small, and make it in my usual laced together
fashion, so it comes apart for neonomadic transport if needed...

might seem silly now, but take away the technocult, and it would get
regular use...

I bought the paratroopers knife to use in the garden.. Fine for harvesting...

anyway.. Got my trip going good, improve my life regularly, do
ocasional camp improvements, and stay happy dog most of the time.. I
couldnt starve to death unless I was blind, I have constant food
falling on the ground... If I can crawl & see, I can eat now...

so.. Here I am, got a toad on my floor popping bugs as I write.. The
lizards think I'm a great guy, and life is pretty good as a wild man..

meanwhile youre all gnawing your fingernails off, at what the faggot
on Pennsylvania avenue and his friendly gay whores for neighbors are
doing to you..

get out of Babylon.. Period..

have been practicing the electric guitar daily, steadily learning..
Into strumming rythims now..

got myself a couple pretty thumb picks in tropical colors.. Next year
hope to start learning finger picking also... much more pleasant &
rewarding to play an instrument, than to listen to canned shit.. if
the recording industry had to rely on me to support them, they'd
starve to death..

I like things that are real.. Not into a TV dreamland opiated state
mentality.. Not a jock head.. Dont spend time surfing the internet in
materialistic lust..
My hobbies have become my life, and my life is my hobby... What could
be better than living simple in nature, and doing things myself?

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July 11th, 2011............

or when they were sticking their long nose into things that really
were none of their business...

I find being alone in the brush much more secure than any urban
reality.. and the only law here, is me..

works fine...

anyway, not much on law, more into minding my own business, and
trying to be decent.. dont get caught up much in puffed up imaginary
constructs with big sharp teeth, or care to watch versions created by
hollywood for cunsumption by white trash serfs...

its mostly a faery tale.. seen police brutality with my own eyes,
been abused by court systems, got no help when it should have been
forth coming, sorry, current reality legal system gets low marks in
my book.. nothing personal, its just really screwed up, & not
getting any better..

anyway, its a couple hours from dawn, feeling ok, want to practice
the guitar, but theres a few mosquitos to make that miserable... I
find learning guitar to be very rewarding personally.. its a slow
process, for me, but I'm enjoying it...

today I have more bananas going ripe, so will try to eat them one way
or another.. have always liked bananas, its alot of fun growing
enough to send my worker home with sacks of them...
This week, he hauled off 65 pounds of fruit, various things, didnt
have room for a request from his wife for breadnuts.. we've got no
shortage of those.. so my little niece got to be happy snooping
daddy's sack & pack.. only to find all kinds of stuff she likes...
she can have all the ripe bananas she wants this week.. her mom cuts
up fruit etc. And puts it low in the refer so she can help herself,
or share with her cousin.. they seem to be happy little girls raiding
the refer..

I'm looking foreward to more stuff putting on more types of fruit &
food... got enough planted, to keep alot of moms & kids happy..
seemed more important to me, than being a money grubber, and wearing
suits or driving flashy cars... excess vanity is an obvious mental
illness...

would rather live simple and do good things.. make a better world
however slight..

later, hiked down to village, bought some flour & coffee.. Need to
reboot the fire, get water hot..
Start my usual daily routine...

one with time to think, realizes things.. compares problems with own
actions.. Finds similar impurities..

a better world starts inside...

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July 10th, 2011..........

Afternoon,
overcast, 82F for temp reading, things wet after a gentle tropical
shower.. I slept like a baby during the shower, belly full of banana
bread, cooked over my fire in the morning..

have been lately thinking about organizers... my plastic tackle boxes
are degrading. going to have to start replacing them..

likely will use a system based around 5 gallon buckets for as much as
possible.. perhaps get collecting small plastic peanut butter jars,
or other bottles to go inside of buckets..

also considering trying to buy these strange lunch carrying devices
from India, stackers out of stainless, with a strap and handle
system.. thinking to get several of the devices, when I can, & use
for organizing things like fishing tackle, leather working hardware,
etc...

another device I want to get more of, is the stainless yuppie water
bottles.. love them for condiments, could see using them for other
stuff, cooking oil, detergent, coffee & tea etc. As the gasketed caps
prevent the usual problems living in the brush..

also need to get some tool boxes going.. Likely buy plastic type
w/tray etc. as I've minimized my mechanics tools w/the aid of two
legged rats..

going to have to start padlocking things, and building fortified housing..

what I want, is to focus on organisation & mobility.. I'd like to
eventually get my reality down to a point I could pack up & load
everything I own in a single day alone, move the next day, & on the
other end, unpack in a single day, and have everything in its place
just like before..

may sound bazaar to some, but I find such self imposed parameters to
be a really helpful aid in controlling my life, & preventing the
materialistic version of urban sprawl in my life..

most americans have more stuff in their garage than I own.. I'd like
to get my transportation for moving my stuff secured also.. be able
to move everything in one trip..

including my shelter..

have been thinking of ways to build shelves that are sized, and
designed so they fold up and create packsaddle type panniers in
pairs.. so four shelving sections create two boxes, designed to hang
on pack saddle if need be.. could go into a pony cart also... Just
want things where I have permanent organisation & mobility..

its like the old sailor's trunks in the 1800's and before, basically
wooden boxes, that they lived out of, and sat on to eat, converse,
etc.. they generally had rope handles thru a small block of wood on
each side.. the blocks of wood allowed them to be carried easily
slung on packsaddles, so if a sailor was changing ships, or going
ashore semi-permanently, his trunk could be transported by whatever
means was available..

its a far cry from modern airport luggage..

I suspect if you reincarnated a mariner, they'd likely have strange
opinions about baggage.. most of them lived their whole lives with
less materialism than the average american thinks they need for an
over weekend trip..

I suspect they wouldnt be at all comfortable with the extreme mindset
of materialistic vanity so common today..

I've been playing learning "knife only" cooking and eating
techniques.. its an interesting study..
one does develope new dexterity...

not a bad thing to be comfortable with.. Definitely a skill.. if I
find myself down to not much, will seem homey..

another thing I've been thinking about, is people's addictions to
normalcy... I think "pleasing the wife" is going to get alot of
people DEAD.....

I just had a conversation on the subject with a woman friend.. hey
babe, comfort aint security.. Two completely different issues..

in fact, I suspect a dichotomy at work.. security is generally a
function of preparedness & mobility.. I doubt a queen sized bed, or a
sofa lend themselves much to security, & nothing to mobility...

she ended up coming around on the subject...

better than many I know, Sofa Queen lifestyle, paid for via an
"ocasional use only" vagina...

I like "happy camper" women, literally.. Much more pleasant than the
"crappy hamper" attitude types...

'dont much believe in human relationships these days.. have the
psychology figured out on both ends, added to a wait & see what really
happens attitude...

when the shit hits, if I have a female partner, it will be because she
got there & stayed there on her own steam, and was able to live with
the mindset correct for the era...

so far, none such woman... but who knows.. I'm not worried.. in
one's 50's a guy realizes that sex is an entertainment, not a
necessity..

means its like TV, you can shut it off, walk away, and find something
better to do..

kind of negates the "vagina & head games" so popular in modern
relationships with females.. living alone is such a relief in
comparison..

I sleep good every night.. never a bed with a negative emotional
charge.. my humorous side has me thinking to look for some teddy bear
or stuffed cloth animal to decorate my cot with... should get some
grins from unsuspecting friends... kids will understand though..
sometimes imaginary friends are higher quality than what passes for
real ones these days..

would be nice if I still had my teddy bear from childhood.. But it
went the way of everything I loved, got thrown out, behind my back,
by self righteous parents with absolute zero respect for anything
except their own egotistic thinking habbits.. a childhood from hell
in many ways..

I personally couldnt imagine being so manipulative.. like thieving
from your childs heart to feed your own arrogant vanity..

people are such turds when in self centered mode..

my worker commented the other day, that he thinks about my childhood
stories, and has a hard time believing them.. I told him; you havent
heard 1% of it...

I tried to do better for my kids.. got cut off by a vanity head &
legal help... vanity head later grew up... so the kids got to learn
in the process, and things ended fairly well..

the fun part about a blog, is you can say anything you like about
anything or anyone.. Or even yourself... unlike government, I attempt
to be truthful...

its a form of expression to me.. Exercising my rights to free speech
regularly is the best way to keep them, and avoid having to use my
second ammendment rights to reinstate all the rest of them after I
get tired of letting the chiselers think I believe in their toilet
paper legalist land fill mindset... I tend to be a fundamentalist...
All the accretions are meaningless to me.. I see law & order as a
fundamental of two issues, not causing damage, and keeping my word..

I also just see it as a decision juncture, bad cops & legalists are
like silly Faeries, I have to decide if I want to humor them politely,
or run them off scattering in fear.. theyre often so obviously
fruity & mentally fermented on their own power trips..

everybody dies... I fear an improper life, more than I fear a good
death... wouldnt want anyone to be able to think that I did any more
than absolute minimum for the Beast ... its one of the reasons I live
in the brush.. It prevents fatal confrontations with neo Nazis in
official jackboots...

and allows me to live in ways that dont feed the collective monster,
anything but bad tasting medicine...

laws are nothing.. All boils down to what one will put up with.. I
can play "lets pretend" too, but I know government to be nothing more
than the current Mafia in assention... just big Rats in suits & ties,
with a line of shit, and a habit of abusing people to get their way...

their official purposes seem almost vestigial these days... if you
want to know what a department really isnt about, read its name...

morning, waking up, sipping coffee, got a small fire going.. content
being who I am..

a final word on laws, theyre for people who need them.. I've
occasionally needed a law or two.. Both ends of the dichotomy.. but
mostly I experienced law being non apparent when I was doing misdeeds,
and disfunctional when I was attempting to prevent or discontinue the
misdeeds of others... the only time I've ever seen law arrive on the
scene, was either random revenue enhancement,

continued..

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Continued blog....

Yeah,
folks, youre actually going to have to do something...
Quit relying on liars, quit believing their shit, quit using their
products, quit giving them your money, and quit giving them your kids
to twist & pervert... And use for cannon fodder in their wars to kill
off poor people sitting on top of resources...

Brother Joe has it right.. Get low, get self sufficient, get humble...

quit showing up in churches that do nothing but stuff your head with
misinterpretations or worse..

get rid of your TV... make your own music, grow your own food..
Barter, keep your word, have nothing to do with liars, clean up your
own act....

help each other, and quit expecting government to do everything for
you... Before this is all over, youre going to likely have to defend
your rights & property to the death.. Might want to get prepared to do
that... Those SWAT teams will soon lose their excess balls if every
house they kick the door in on, sends a good portion of their number
into hell...

its all about ego trips, and government that was once considered a
necesary evil, now being considered an unnecesary evil...

we have the technology, we can grow food and make things small scale,
cottage industries etc..

quit eating poisoned food, get a small tractor or tiller, get on your
knees in the dirt....

get out of the offices... how can you expect change from just
bitching and sniveling to the status quo? Bet they love that..

gotta actually do it.. use the available tech to free yourselves from
the corrupt and absolute crooked system on all levels..

its all available, from small scale Agricultural equipment... To semi
auto arms & ammo... we dont need to be governed, we need to govern
ourselves.. We dont need banks, we need to live within our own
means...
We dont need the bleeping police.. Call 911? Waste of time, hot lead
will take care of thieves large & small... Rather permanently too!

grow some hair on your chest... Have some balls, theyre not there for
the government to fondle affectionantly...

quit flying, I love flying & travel, but not if it means caving in to
tyranny.. I'll walk, and travel light enough I can get out and run,
or I'll travel in the brush... they wont like that... if people
quit using their roads, their gas, their jobs, their system...

join up, group up, cooperate, get off your egotrip, and get real with
other like minded people... Become free men & women in your own minds
& actions, no matter what it takes... They herd you by your petty
fears... they have no monoply on anything... but they sure have you
convinced they do.. grow some teeth.. Rewild yourselves.. protect
your kids from the worse than worthless bastards..
Faggots in business suits... running your lives for their own
benefit... Got you convinced you need all their shit... Grow some corn
that aint GMO, enough you can live for years, and feed everyone around
you too.. start producing your own needs; food, shelter, clothing,
tools, arms... vote with your money.. Its harder to black box...

dont believe in the system, period.. Make every act & every decision
as if the system might collapse tomorrow, or the next day.. Money
invested in the system, or in gold etc. Is wasted preparedness, wasted
freedom, you wont need any of it if youre prepared... Get into
tangibles, stockpile stuff like the great depression survivors did...
save everything, use stuff up, make do, have some pride in your
ability to get by on less... quit being fat hogs for their
slaughter...

quit giving them your lives.. Take your freedom... You dont have to
kill anyone unless they insist on it.. Sell your robe, get a sword..
Live in a tent if thats what it takes..

get mobile, get militant.. Quit expecting the system to get fixed..
Only way to fix it, is fix your bleeping selves... get a real life..

get a horse, get a cart, get a tent, get a wood stove, get a hoe & an
axe.. you can buy everything you need to survive & prosper on a
couple three house payments to the Vampires...

the most important survival skill, is knowing how to work.. You get
there by growing some calluses on your hands actually doing
something.. anyone who talks about sports is a brain dead moron..
play baseball with your kids.. Thats all the sports you need to talk
about.. Take up sports like fishing, archery, shooting, hunting,
paintball, anything that adds to your survivability & independence..

fire crackers on 4th of july aint going to do it for you...

did Jefferson mention fire crackers?

did Washington scare the Redcoats with sparklers? Only when used to
touch off cannons...

read the foxfire books available in any library..

become a real American, not just an American in name only... get a
little indian blood... Get ready to fight some running battles like
Chief Joseph..

get your spiritual house in order... Die right... Die free, leave your
kids a legacy of freedom.... Give them a better example than American
Idol types kissing the system's butt in hopes of fame and fortune...

quit supporting politics... figure out how to pay the absolute least
taxes possible.. being unemployed is an opportunity, it means not
being anyone's slave..

it means you have time to plant some spuds & fruit trees...

utterly divorce yourselves from the status quo...

look at the world differently... wean yourselves from the big Mommy
teat... get your own milk cow..

anyway, I need to do some dishes, and cook some food..

good luck!

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Monday, 4th of July, 2011......

Here I am, a couple thousand miles south of the family reunion...

I remember the last generation having a blacksheep too... Who didnt
show up at the reunions...

Well, I'm beyond Homeland Security & TSA's reach, cant get their
hands in my pants without a long walk, and plenty of border
crossings...

I hear about it on short wave, as close as I get...

Heard some Ad the other day mentioning Americans enjoying their
freedoms, and wondered if they were talking about sex starved TSA
types? Or their lonely housewives victims...

US.., is the only country on earth where the government thinks it
needs to fondle your gonads... why is that? Well because its the only
country on the planet where the people are stupid enough, & cowardly
enough to put up with it...

proof is in the pudding guys... are they, or are they not, rummaging
your sexual hardware & software?

how absurd... it needs to be made into a fairy tale, like some
Gullible's Travels adventure, where the hero goes to a land where the
government thinks its justifying its own existance, by starting to
do, what hookers have been doing for thousands of years...

makes one wonder if the Rumors about the Wicked Witch of the East,
and her friend O'Pumkin being more than a bit fruity are true?

who else would be twisted enough to think handling your privates was a
legitimate government service?

suprised they arent measuring them.. give a male and female
streeeetch test, and see how long John is, or what Jill can take for
bore size...

maybe stick it on your ID card chip, so everyone can compare numbers?
Wanger to Hueco ratio?

anyway, seems kind of silly to think everyone is taking revolution day
off... Must have forgotten what it was all about... you aint free...
Not even in your dreams...

theyve got you by the balls you silly morons..

I heard this guy on short wave last night.. "Brother Joe" out of New
York, Kirkwood... Does a radio show.. He's a Jesus freak, sounds like
a truck driver from NYC, I've been doing a bit of a study of short
wave preachers for several years, (you can tell I get bored) but in
my experience, he's been the most real, and of value..

lives in a trailer in the mountains, add on rooms, works toward self
sufficiency, being frugal etc.. No electricity or plumbing for 19
years..... Tries to warn people to get out of cities & towns...

a far cry from the TV evangelist type, siphoning money for their rich
lifestyle working God's flocks...

the Politicians of religion...

so, I appreciate Joe, sincere, may not know about book of Enoch, or
that JC is likely to show up in a rather large ship, but Joe has a
good handle on the rest of it... type of guy I'd want nearby if going
up the ramp... practical, and God fearing.. not too much vanity or
ego left... if I were the skygods, wouldnt be interested in
egotistical vanity head types... but somebody like joe would make a
good hand.. Street wise.. made it out of the city on his own steam,
and doing what he knows he should....

he was doing these voice things, of people in denial, who couldnt wrap
their mind around getting out of ground zero city.. it was pretty
good.. could imagine similar noises coming out of some readers of
this blog...

Joe has the right idea, get out of Babylon & get low... same thing
I've been saying for years..

I wish Joe & company well.. nice to hear some human decency on the
short wave...

anyway, I've been steadily working on electric guitar.. everyday seem
to learn some little thing that adds to my ability...

its been rainy here.. Hard to get into the garden, did get some Sagu
planted today...

so, nice to have the guitar to keep me feeling like I'm making progress..

its a bit different at a base level lifestyle.. I'm not on the go
constantly.. Would be food inefficient if nothing else.. the first
world life, is like being a power pig... plenty of Oink & Boink, but
it really doesnt make you any more alive, to eat perhaps 3x what I do
per day...

I like being relaxed... minimalism is very powerful.. The more
minimalistic you are, the more secure & happier you seem to be...

I might make $50 worth of progress a month.. sure seems better than
being under water & upside down on a house payment..

dont own a car.. its walk or ride the bus.. dont miss the insurance
payments.. Nor the job to pay for it all..

living minimalistically and working towards humility & preparedness
are satisfying..

I was thinking the other day, I wouldnt want what passes for a normal
life... dont need a big house to wander around in, I have outside...
Gris likes to play outside, more than in the house.. my shelter is
like my room, where I keep my toys & sleep at night.. gotta get me a
teddy bear, and life will get all better....

I think I have one working on me now... Female type bear, warm &
fuzzy... Getting insistant...

seems to have figured out that my straight foreward manner of speech,
has a higher truth ratio than the local ambient male babble...

we'll see, havent been able to run her off with the truth.. we'll see
where it goes.. I'm not too worried, lived alone so long I've almost
forgotten how miserable being married was...

almost... But not quite..

these days, I ponder human egocentric nature.. have realized theres
two levels; the social person level, and the hidden monster level..
And that Mr. Monster likes to hide in the blindspot of the mind...

Its why your shrink cant fix you.. He's got a monster too, just better
at hiding it, and worse at succumbing to its greed....

only way to fix your monster, is to realize what it is, by observing
your own thoughts, and tossing out the absurd, or lower motive
stuff...

the monster is really bad, always suggesting bazaar things... I've
gotten to the point I recognize him quickly, & laugh him back into his
dark corner... feel sorry for the folks who've let their psychic
monster run away with them...

all that time as a kid, being afraid of unknown monsters, and having
nightmares, and never figured out the monster wasnt under the bed, or
scratching at the window.. That he was inside my head with me!

so these days, I'm on the lookout for other people's monsters... If
mine is as bad as he seems, what is everybody else's like!? Mine I
can control or ignore.. other people's monster is more insidious...

another point that I've been thinking about, is how glad I am not to
be in the US... living alone in the jungle on a mountain in central
america is a dream in comparison...

I hear the people on short wave wringing their hands, & ringing their
congress whore to the techno fascist gods...

things get worse & worse, and still no sign of any guts... calling
congessman, bitching, non violent protests, etc. Add up to absolute
zero effect...

just put your complaint on the 3X5 card, side it into slot marked on
provided complaints box.. the Janitor will empty the box once a week,
and use the cards to light the fires in the morning down in the boiler
room, while you airheads are still on your way to work....

hey folks, until you actually get off your fat asses & actually do
something, things are actually going to keep getting worse..

youre a bunch of gripers who cant wipe their own asses...

all boils down to two choices;

1. Violent revolution.
2. Changing yourself.

violent revolution is bloody, ugly, & usually results in a new status
quo pretty much as bad or worse than the old one... are they any
freer in Egypt now? is Killing Kadafi going to make life instantly
better for Lybians? hog wash...

gotta change yourself.... quit niggering for the system, and stuffing
their toxic Mac Food into your gullet... gotta give up on the vanity,
gotta quit letting bankers suck your neck... gotta quit believing in
corrupt whores in DC, and their little big man Pimp/Prince fruit
cake, with the big voice, reading off a TV screen while he's on one..

Brother Joe has it right... gotta disconnect, gotta quit feeding the
big lie, gotta quit listening to your own monster... because the big
monster on the screen, is a shadow play of all the little monsters in
your boney lumpy hairy noggins...

get real, or die; nukes...

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