Friday, May 6th, 2011......

Morning, relaxed day,
home alone, seem to be in recovery mode from too much being awake last
night at various times..

listened to short wave, a few different topics, most memorable
was, that MS is caused by vitamin D deficiency...

seems they never get the overview; that to be healthy you have to have
a natural life, with plenty of sunshine & fresh food...

amazing how they always have pills to sell instead, and a job to pay for them...

and never ever never connect the dots, that they are the problem,
pushing the artificial life....

also heard some commentary about the unfolding Ben Laudin fiasco...

Obama & crooks down to whining we dont believe them... well, he used
to be believed, and then did a "hero to zero" manouver in record time,
thru a combination of lies, reversals, graft, and starting new wars &
continuing old ones etc...

his term has been a littany of Turd Midas effects, and we're supposed
to still believe in their little dog & pony show, run by Goblins,
Gremlins, Trolls, Ogres, & worse... All in three piece suits, the
talking heads....

I think theyre beneath national contempt..

I also think they fit the "Liars, Thieves, & Killers" decsription in
the Bible, come to "Kill, Steal, & Destroy"....

What are the effects of their games? how many dead? How much
destruction? how many lies?
how much money stolen? How many resources taken over? and who pays
for it all? Who financed it? Mr. & Mrs. Normal do....

theyre the Serpents JC talked about...

and I dont vote for them, I dont pay taxes to them, and I dont buy
into their system or the crap that comes out of their mouths...

and I work constantly to free others from their slavery... Thats what
this blog is about, putting out concepts & thoughts around the focal
point of getting out of the system, & surviving its aftermath..

anyway, what a bunch of disgusting human types... best you quit
gathering around a TV, and start gathering around a cooking fire...

otherwise the bastards are going to get you nuked...

and your job title, perks, & vanities, will get you & your kids,
DEAD, DEAD, DEAD......

this aint no joke folks, these assholes are steering the ship towards
Armageddon, and you sit on your wide asses watching TV, and motor
along the freeways comparing vanity mobiles...

And when you aint doing that, you work for them and pay taxes to them...

theres only going to be a few survivors...

those with enough brains & guts to get out of Babylon, and quit
kissing the whore....

anyway, its a fairy tale on your TV, welcome to Goblin Channel
whatever.. With the disinfo babes, the Barbie & Ken doll routines, and
the worst propaganda in human history...

at least the eastern Europeans were smart enough to know it was lies
direct from the KGB....

most of the US & Western Europe wouldnt know the truth if it was a
Dinosaur shitting on them...

all I can say, is repeat what JC said in Mathew 24; when you see the
abomination that causes desolation, best you run for the hills...

I'm already there.. He who gets there fisrtest, does bestus...

the last arrivals wont have their jacket according to JC....

let alone any survival gear, tools etc... will be known as "Bug Eaters"....

me? I work at it constantly.... doing my shopping list for the
month.. After minimal amounts of boughten food, the rest is some kind
of preparedness stuff..

and I have little economics to work with, most of the time do it all
on $100 a month.. you try that... Eat and prepare for WW3 on that
little..

and I've managed to get much more than I need for myself.. which will
help others..

and I'm not done yet... I'll be struggling until I see the flash in the sky...

folks, I'm listening to the demise from a distance.. I'm not sitting
watching the TV on Ground Zeroville USA....

and I've been learning real time for 15 years in a benign climate...
Like Florida when I was a kid... I wouldnt want to have to try
this someplace cold, only one harvest season per year, and dependent
on fossil fuels... I'm thankful for the distance between me & the
nearest nuke plant...

I've done alot of things in my life.. Have scars to prove it.. things
most people would never think to try, & never get to do... but if I
had to start over from scratch, it would be so much easier for the
things I've learned... most of which I've blogged about here, so you
get them for free... no scars...

it isnt how much you have, its how together your trip is.. the
overall harmony & practicality...

true affluence, is having your life in order to where you dont need
anything, or want it for that matter..

and you can do that at various levels, from humility to vanity..
preparedness is reality related...

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Thursday, 5th May, 2011.........

morning,
in from garden, munching flat bread, had a good guitar practice at
dawn, learned a new strumming variable on a chord round, learn a bit
every day..

Was thinking about you poor fools out there in the "real" world this morning..

realized something that might help;

that a wise man would never consider a permanent job...

why? because then you dont have time to do what you want to do, and
then one also tends to bite off more than they can chew economically..

an example might be housing.. a good thinker might decide he doesnt
need a proverbial ranch stye vanity castle to protect his head from
rain & butt from cold... and he could work a part time or short
duration job to get materials & toolage, and come up with something a
bit more downscale, and bank the free time not spent making 40 years
of payments to the Fat Vampire down at the savings & loan...

this would free up alot of time to attack one's other necessities,
like food growing... and I'd think the same way on land, or anything
else.. get less, rent for a growing season, keep one's freedom....

the most valuable commodity in the modern world is not gold, its freedom...

try and buy some.. yeah, go down to walmart and ask a walking duffer
where the freedom isle is... He'll probably take you to the plastic
flowers for use on graves etc...

actually can buy lots of freedom there, but your money tempts some
poor Chinese guy to quit growing food, & enslave himself...

a job is indentured servitude, no more no less... bible says if you
work for someone else youre a slave....

only logical person to work for, is yourself... and the more you
keep the nose headed that direction, more likely of having a better
future..

do the math... credit is a trap, humility is the escape technique,
vanity is the bait...

much better to live in a snuggly yurt, than the castle on the hill..
The yurt goes to greener pastures, the Castle gets raized & burnt,
sooner or later..

this morning did some drawing, working on my wheeled pony travois
idea.. getting there.. trying to keep it simple, load low to ground,
and skids coming into play & tires out of the way automatically when
its time to need the skids...

why? Well because that allows me to carry a load into places that
would bog or roll over a regular cart...

also its all I can afford for now... four wheelbarrow wheels and some
lumber & nylon strap etc... if I were trapped in a job in a city, I'd
be collecting my nenomadic stuff, and building, & last thing get a
pony, and be gone with the warm breezes of spring time... looking for
a place to garden... Plenty of land, plenty of people will let you
camp & garden for a share... wander south after the harvest for an
easier winter, keep your baggage light, and the food containers as
full as possible.. spend your days with pony & dog, and your nights
in warm blankets or making popcorn while listening to the portable
short wave.. Guarantee you youll be glad youre not in some of the
places you hear about..

Was informed that a couple people who cant help themselves but care
about me, are going to buy me a new puppy for my birthday.. I still
hear my dog with every rustle.. she was an exelent person..

anyway, so thinking to start collecting puppy hardware.. get prepared
at same time looking for pup unit.. going to get another german
shepherd, my favorite breed of wolfy dog for living in the brush...
they suit my purposes... And keep the latins more respectful of my
rights...

my worker commented yesterday, that Chia never spent a day of her life
tied up... Glad he noticed.. The rest of you should take a lesson, and
do unto yourselves as I have done for my dogs... If it aint a good
life for a dog, aint the place to be for a human...

My son is talking about us working up a small herd of Germany's
ansestral pooches... an idea we both had seperately... I like
working with animals.. my dogs have generally had 20 word or more
vocabularies... horses too..

I like to think about pre-Roman Germanic life, and how they must have
used their dogs for hunting wild pigs & bear, and protecting the clan
in battles with raiders.. So there is definitely a place in my
neoindigenous vision for them...

I've learned, that the past is a gold mine of things that will work in
the future.. Civilisations cycle.. Up, & plop onto the dirt again...
Best one not get too far from the earth while theyre doing that...

have a town trip coming up, going to get a V-belt for the grain mill,
and some full sized vise grips to use doing crafts projects... And
maybe some wheels for a project...

one thing I realized yesterday, was that the travois was used by
Indians with dogs before horses arrived... so wondering about a
downsized version to let the dog carry some things.. Would have to be
really light etc, but if properly done, better than the doggie pack
load wise...

I like playing with such projects, have found the neoindigenous mind
set to be a rich field to cultivate... had been thinking about
crossing a pack frame with a hand cart, but now wondering if maybe
better to build a dog travois, could use as human powered cart also...
might be able to have it be a pack frame too?

basically a device to allow one to carry more with less strain & pain..

its a hobby.. Designing & building such stuff, also fills in my
lifestyle with nifty items...

my suggestion to the wannabee freeperson, is to first get a vision of
what you want, an overall view.. how you really want to live in your
heart..

then go from there from the bottom up and center outwards... get your
close to body stuuf first, make as much as possible yourself, and work
up & outwards from there..

Its also a good idea to figure out what you dont need first.. then
what you really do need...

always choose minimalism over too much, and simple over complicated..

think about the necessities of life at a simple level first... tools
to grow food & do craft items for use, weapons so youre not dependent
on 911 if assholes show up, good stout clothing that will take a
working life..

warm blankets for cold nights, and durable cooking gear that will last
over a fire, and take a beating on rocks at the creek...

let go of ALL assumptions... always think you have more to learn..

let go of the canned ya-ya heads music, get a nice instrument for
fireside hours alone...

learn to appreciate natural sounds...

if you live in the city & are afraid of bears, you have your head
wired backwards... i've lived in the hills most of my life, have yet
to see a live bear or mountain lion in the wild.. cities are
thousands of times more dangerous than mountains..

anyway, waiting for my tea over the sacred flames, thinking about my
mint plants, doing fine in the garden, will propagate when the rains
come, want to do a nice area of each herb..

my grandma started me on mint tea as a kid, always makes me feel homey...

also, remember, no guts, no glory, really do it yourself, or just read
the story...

Theres really only one goal in life, to get your own trip going properly..

I have found, that thinking about projects before I can afford to do
them helps alot.. Often wind up thinking for years on this or that,
but when I finally can start collecting pieces, and cutting materials,
I have a really well designed item when I'm done...

It pays to think... and sketching endlessly results in nice items...

anyway, got some more corn & beans planted this morning, looks like it
will be gracious enough to rain on my seeds later today.

I'm a strange man in a strange land, but I wouldnt have it any other way..

Ran into an indian guy on the bus the other day, he'd once been up to
the house with another Guaymi friend, brought his daughter, about 15,
she was perhaps the prettiest girl I've seen in my life.. well I
complimented her to her father the other day on the bus... said in
front of latins that she was prettiest girl I'd seen in the country...
its been maybe ten years since that day, and last week I get a call
from my Guaymi friend, says the guy thinks I need a woman, & he just
happens to have an excess of the critters in his family.. time to
visit...

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Thursday, 5th May, 2011.........

morning,
in from garden, munching flat bread, had a good guitar practice at
dawn, learned a new strumming variable on a chord round, learn a bit
every day..

Was thinking about you poor fools out there in the "real" world this morning..

realized something that might help;

that a wise man would never consider a permanent job...

why? because then you dont have time to do what you want to do, and
then one also tends to bite off more than they can chew economically..

an example might be housing.. a good thinker might decide he doesnt
need a proverbial ranch stye vanity castle to protect his head from
rain & butt from cold... and he could work a part time or short
duration job to get materials & toolage, and come up with something a
bit more downscale, and bank the free time not spent making 40 years
of payments to the Fat Vampire down at the savings & loan...

this would free up alot of time to attack one's other necessities,
like food growing... and I'd think the same way on land, or anything
else.. get less, rent for a growing season, keep one's freedom....

the most valuable commodity in the modern world is not gold, its freedom...

try and buy some.. yeah, go down to walmart and ask a walking duffer
where the freedom isle is... He'll probably take you to the plastic
flowers for use on graves etc...

actually can buy lots of freedom there, but your money tempts some
poor Chinese guy to quit growing food, & enslave himself...

a job is indentured servitude, no more no less... bible says if you
work for someone else youre a slave....

only logical person to work for, is yourself... and the more you
keep the nose headed that direction, more likely of having a better
future..

do the math... credit is a trap, humility is the escape technique,
vanity is the bait...

much better to live in a snuggly yurt, than the castle on the hill..
The yurt goes to greener pastures, the Castle gets raized & burnt,
sooner or later..

this morning did some drawing, working on my wheeled pony travois
idea.. getting there.. trying to keep it simple, load low to ground,
and skids coming into play & tires out of the way automatically when
its time to need the skids...

why? Well because that allows me to carry a load into places that
would bog or roll over a regular cart...

also its all I can afford for now... four wheelbarrow wheels and some
lumber & nylon strap etc... if I were trapped in a job in a city, I'd
be collecting my nenomadic stuff, and building, & last thing get a
pony, and be gone with the warm breezes of spring time... looking for
a place to garden... Plenty of land, plenty of people will let you
camp & garden for a share... wander south after the harvest for an
easier winter, keep your baggage light, and the food containers as
full as possible.. spend your days with pony & dog, and your nights
in warm blankets or making popcorn while listening to the portable
short wave.. Guarantee you youll be glad youre not in some of the
places you hear about..

Was informed that a couple people who cant help themselves but care
about me, are going to buy me a new puppy for my birthday.. I still
hear my dog with every rustle.. she was an exelent person..

anyway, so thinking to start collecting puppy hardware.. get prepared
at same time looking for pup unit.. going to get another german
shepherd, my favorite breed of wolfy dog for living in the brush...
they suit my purposes... And keep the latins more respectful of my
rights...

my worker commented yesterday, that Chia never spent a day of her life
tied up... Glad he noticed.. The rest of you should take a lesson, and
do unto yourselves as I have done for my dogs... If it aint a good
life for a dog, aint the place to be for a human...

My son is talking about us working up a small herd of Germany's
ansestral pooches... an idea we both had seperately... I like
working with animals.. my dogs have generally had 20 word or more
vocabularies... horses too..

I like to think about pre-Roman Germanic life, and how they must have
used their dogs for hunting wild pigs & bear, and protecting the clan
in battles with raiders.. So there is definitely a place in my
neoindigenous vision for them...

I've learned, that the past is a gold mine of things that will work in
the future.. Civilisations cycle.. Up, & plop onto the dirt again...
Best one not get too far from the earth while theyre doing that...

have a town trip coming up, going to get a V-belt for the grain mill,
and some full sized vise grips to use doing crafts projects... And
maybe some wheels for a project...

one thing I realized yesterday, was that the travois was used by
Indians with dogs before horses arrived... so wondering about a
downsized version to let the dog carry some things.. Would have to be
really light etc, but if properly done, better than the doggie pack
load wise...

I like playing with such projects, have found the neoindigenous mind
set to be a rich field to cultivate... had been thinking about
crossing a pack frame with a hand cart, but now wondering if maybe
better to build a dog travois, could use as human powered cart also...
might be able to have it be a pack frame too?

basically a device to allow one to carry more with less strain & pain..

its a hobby.. Designing & building such stuff, also fills in my
lifestyle with nifty items...

my suggestion to the wannabee freeperson, is to first get a vision of
what you want, an overall view.. how you really want to live in your
heart..

then go from there from the bottom up and center outwards... get your
close to body stuuf first, make as much as possible yourself, and work
up & outwards from there..

Its also a good idea to figure out what you dont need first.. then
what you really do need...

always choose minimalism over too much, and simple over complicated..

think about the necessities of life at a simple level first... tools
to grow food & do craft items for use, weapons so youre not dependent
on 911 if assholes show up, good stout clothing that will take a
working life..

warm blankets for cold nights, and durable cooking gear that will last
over a fire, and take a beating on rocks at the creek...

let go of ALL assumptions... always think you have more to learn..

let go of the canned ya-ya heads music, get a nice instrument for
fireside hours alone...

learn to appreciate natural sounds...

if you live in the city & are afraid of bears, you have your head
wired backwards... i've lived in the hills most of my life, have yet
to see a live bear or mountain lion in the wild.. cities are
thousands of times more dangerous than mountains..

anyway, waiting for my tea over the sacred flames, thinking about my
mint plants, doing fine in the garden, will propagate when the rains
come, want to do a nice area of each herb..

my grandma started me on mint tea as a kid, always makes me feel homey...

also, remember, no guts, no glory, really do it yourself, or just read
the story...

Theres really only one goal in life, to get your own trip going properly..

I have found, that thinking about projects before I can afford to do
them helps alot.. Often wind up thinking for years on this or that,
but when I finally can start collecting pieces, and cutting materials,
I have a really well designed item when I'm done...

It pays to think... and sketching endlessly results in nice items...

anyway, got some more corn & beans planted this morning, looks like it
will be gracious enough to rain on my seeds later today.

I'm a strange man in a strange land, but I wouldnt have it any other way..

Ran into an indian guy on the bus the other day, he'd once been up to
the house with another Guaymi friend, brought his daughter, about 15,
she was perhaps the prettiest girl I've seen in my life.. well I
complimented her to her father the other day on the bus... said in
front of latins that she was prettiest girl I'd seen in the country...
its been maybe ten years since that day, and last week I get a call
from my Guaymi friend, says the guy thinks I need a woman, & he just
happens to have an excess of the critters in his family.. time to
visit...

--
Sent from my mobile device

Wednesday 4th May, 2011........

Going on 4 in the morning,
just woke, built a fire, and put tea on...

fell asleep listening to short wave...
And woke having this bazaar dream,
only to realize it was the radio theater program just going off, as I woke...

Fell asleep listening to "Ben Laudin fever" over the ether... not too
much concerned, not stupid enough to believe a word the government
has said in years... Last time I was sucked in, was the presidential
election, when I thought there might be some hope if Obama got
elected, which I wrote about in this blog... it was a short
honeymoon...

anyway, After the strange dream which turned out to be the strange
radio theater, it dawned on me, that their was a connection....

the nightmare the world is watching unfold is a strange radio & TV
drama program... The worst nightmare imaginable; how the world
ended....

the nightmare is real, but the program is fictional..

and I remembered a kid I knew in about fourth grade, son of one of my
father's co-workers..

Strange kid... He was a habitual liar... I mean this kid didnt do
anything but tell lies 24/7.. and I was having a hard time even
playing with him.. I usually tell it like I see it, flat out, and
most of my childhood's most imprinted memories were of getting
violently abused for telling the truth... By a father who would be in
prison, if he'd been doing what he did back then, in the modern era...
to 4 kids from two different wives, three of whom survived it... all
three survivors took heavy damage..

anyway, back to the habitual liar... never saw anyone else in my life
like him... and after a couple days of putting up with constant
obvious lies, I tried something...

I just invented a big bullshit story as big as one of his... Just one
big lie... And the kid listened, and quit lying to me.. It was
instant.. And he never lied to me again...

and tonight waking up, after the bazaar induced nightmare, I
remembered that kid, and realized how he was, was just like the
government & mainstream media..

all I've ever heard was lies...

now I do some amateur psychology work.. With people... and I have a
young woman friend now a licensed psychologist, who got interested in
the field as a kid, when I taught her things about human psychology...

and tonight I thought about the habitual liar kid years ago, and
imagined a psychologist interviewing the kid, trying to figure out his
obvious problem..

and realized thats what listening to the status quo is like... Like
trying to figure out what their mental problem is...

mass psychology is just like individual psychology,
same neurosis etc.. the collective is an individual, and has a
personality disorder... in our case, he's a habitual liar..

none of us with our headlights turned on believes a word Mr. status
Quo says... its gotten obvious what his problem is..

but in this case, I dont think telling him a big lie back is going to
get him to stop...

but I do think we can cure him... just by mentioning none of us
believes a bleeping word he says....

only thing I havent figured out, is how we do that collectively? I
suspect by turning off the program, and when anybody mentions any of
the shit passed off as news, just say; I dont pay any attention to the
news, its just a habitual liar's forum...

state your disbelief publically.. It may help others caught up in the
big lie... do it at every opportunity.. The more you do it, the more
others will have to start thinking.. The way to stop the bazaar
program is click it off, and anytime anything on TV is mentioned,
just say you dont pay attention to it, the habitual liar's forum, or
youre own analogy for it.. The more analogies the better...

the normacy paradigm is based on what is unsaid & what is said..

"Say what is unsaid.. Dont just repeat what is said...."

its garbage.. dog puke is more real & smells better..

at last count Ben Laudin has been dead 9 times if you gather up all
the stories off mainstream over the years...

I'm just waiting to hear story ten, eleven, twelve etc.

Ben Laudin is dead? I feel sorry for his family...

but he's being immortalized... a new form of creative literature..
mainstream doing Ben Laudin is dead stories... maybe we should start
telling big lies back? Just everybody invent up their own Ben Laudin
is dead story? maybe Obunghole, & the Wicked Witch of the East would
get the idea, that we dont believe their shit, if we replaced lawyer
jokes with how theyre going to kill Ben Laudin next time they need a
ratings boot for political purposes...

let me be first;

I think next time, theyll kill Ben Laudin, by nuking the entire
bleeping planet..

there, thats a big enough lie..

these people are obviously terminally insane...

be not one of them...

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Happy Dogs.....

Chia's poem;

Lord, if I make it back to Eden,
I'll know it when I see the gate,
there'll be a bunch of happy dogs with tails waggin',
waitin' like they always wait.

gris bosque
2nd of May 2011
south pacific
Costa Rica

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Monday, 2nd of May, 2011...........

Morning,
sun just coming over the mountain..
Have been busy lately, my dog is sick, not doing well, and looks
maybe to die...

so spent yesterday doing an emergency run to the border to get stuff
for her... had the usual problems at vetrinary supply, and figured
out the tico mindset may have contributed to my dog's worsening
condition, that they hadnt sold me the multi spectrum anti parasite
stuff that I asked for twice in a row, they sold me what they sell the
most of.. Which is whatever they feel like pushing..

so instead of dog being de parasited for everything as I assumed, she
was deparasited for a single class, and yesterday it took 15 minutes
insisting before I got what I needed to make sure the problem wasnt
parasites...

I go thru this all the time here, Ticos have a real problem, they
think they know everything, and that you dont know shit, and its a
country with no libraries, one TV station, that eats rice & beans 3X a
day from teat to body bag...

if you want to become enlightened, no need for an Ashram in India, or
a Monastery in Tibet... just go live with south of the border latins
for as many years as you want to be continually enlightened as to the
bad effects of letting egocentric thinking rule your mind...

some folks down here are humble & decent, but theres really bad
numbers on the opposites....

anyway, so also being contemplative about my own hand in the dog's
fate... not a nice place to go mentally... But one faces truth when
effect catches causer.... and so I'm here watching my dog suffer,
and wishing I had done better for her..

well, theres only one thing we never ever have to worry about, and
thats being perfect...

But life is a process of learning about one's imprefections too late
to do anything...

but better late than never...

I notice, & how I notice, that all the biting bugs are much worse
than normal this year.. Like theyre all coming up on their cycle at
the same time..

the chances of half a dozen different parasite type insects all having
their population high point at the same time are very slim... Unless
theres a causitive...

I suspect its climate change, and is also the stuff mentioned in Bible
about pests etc.. that we've screwed up the balance, and in this
universe that means you get smacked really hard by the reaction..
Generally in the animal world, of which I'm a member in good standing,
when they breed themselves silly, and pig all the food, pretty soon
their corpses are littering the landscape...

in our case the most piggish are thinking to kill off their thinner
competitors, and restart the cycle..

but if I understand things correctly, in humans, its the fattest who
live shortest..

so my guess is their plan will back fire on them as is generally the
case in a universe kept in balance by the Murphy Effect...

its cause and effect folks, no matter what the variables of the
moment happen to be...

anyway, I'm here keeping the dog company, & hoping all the stuff I hit
her with turns the tide...

but its down to prayer & tears.... and after being in Tico Town
yesterday, as I was huffing up the mountain, not sure if I'd find my
dog dead or alive, I realized that a shit eating dog is better than a
prideful hippocrit.. including my own version thereof...

the knowlege of good & evil, is reality 101, mostly learned first &
best by figuring out the hard way, what evil is, and where it takes
you...

which is where we are now, nosing into compost shredder..

anyway, had a good guitar practice at dawn, learning chord rounds and
exploring chord progressions.. Every day I learn something.. So I know
that if I stay relentless, I will get to decent eventually... and
thats my goal, to just keep learning.. Guitar is like life, infinite
potential limited by your own attitudes...

so, I write this between runs to the spring, chopping wood, washing
dishes, and getting my food trip together...

drinking tea with lemon, made over an open fire, trying to keep my
dog calmed as she suffers.. we've spent alot of years together,
having an ultimate good life for a boy and his dog.. Together nearly
every day, all kinds of hikes and adventures, plenty of hugs and
happy dogs, and we went thru some really hard stuff...

and I wasnt caught up in the rat race, and we didnt live in a filthy
city, and I'm happy to say my dogs have had better lives in better
places than most humans..
Rich people on this planet live lives I wouldnt subject my dog to...

vanity aint sanity...

a natural life is a good life, an unnatural life aint a life at all,
its hell on wheels & ego...

anyway, got the beans cleaned & on, was a bad year, rain in the
harvest season... so lots of moldy beans.. But one sits in the
morning sunshine, picking out the culls... Not as simple as buying
bagged products, but we'll still be growing beans here when city
people are hungry or nuked..

anyway, waiting for my dog to die, and the only thing I would change
if I had it to do over, is myself... be a better friend than I was...
It aint the human side of the dog human thing that has the moral high
ground...

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Sunday 24th April 2010......

afternoon,
just chopped wood, & got a fire going.. Cooking food for later... Put
some tea on, mostly have been eating bananas today...

its a hot day, slight breeze...

thinking about pony carts this afternoon..

have three different models I've been working on designs of long term...

the first is a wheeled travois, using sawn lumber and 4 wheelbarrow
wheels aft, to create a neoindigenous travois..
thinking have "poles" taper, and have a nylon strap harness rather
that cross over horse's back...

thinking to keep skids functional, by having 5/8's bolts welded head
to head for axles, a long bolt for wheel axle, and shorter to go thru
frame lumber...

then I'd need some short angle iron brackets to cross members from
skids, to prevent flexing due to axles, and not need anything between
the skids... on this device, I'd build a wooden bed, perhaps slats to
reduce weight, then do triangulated and laced racks above that, sloped
outward, then do nylon chord net sides inside of the rack sides, to
produce a very lightweight expeditionary wheeled travois made mostly
of wood...

this is the least expensive but highest quality, & simplest design I
can think of for hauling refugee gear...

My second design, is a Tumbril style cart, modernized... Using metal
frame, of either aluminum or steel tube, box or round, all depending
on tools & finances... if steel I'd go thin wall, and gas weld, if
aluminum thicker and TIG weld....

my bearings of choice, would be the front hub & brakes off of a small
4WD mini pickup truck... Welded to stub axels of pipe, and then an A
arm support structure to frame...

I'd do sides on this cart, triangulated and tilted outward, but have
an aluminum, or epoxy empregnated box liner, so that with removable
poles, you'd get a boat of sorts for fording rivers etc...

On this cart, I'd add bows, of aluminum or fiberglass rod, and have a
rubberized tarp top, that extended out fore & aft, and if bed was say
4 ft X 6 ft, it would be big enough to sleep in...

the third design is a tandem 4 wheeled cart, again using 4WD mini
hubs, set close, to allow a fairly heavy hauler, but not need to go to
wagon style geometry or steering etc...
This one is a micro Gypsy wagon concept, with a narrow floor, doors
each end, and cantilevered out on each side over the tires, to create
a bench or bunk inside, on either side... this one would get a tube
frame, and maybe aluminum sheet cover?

Creating a nice living device that could be insulated with closed cell
blue foam rubber...

my concept in all cases is to build the lightest strongest, most
durable cartage possible for one small horse... on larger gypsy
model, I'd keep the box size down to a 6X8 ft maximum...

I was in the back of a mini pickup a week ago, that had added flat
bed, stake racks, and brazed conduit frame for tarp cover.. It was six
feet by seven or eight feet, and would have been a nice minimal
living space for one or two people...

if it had had his and hers benches, and a small wood stove, and been
horse powered instead of fossil fuels, it would have been my idea of
an appropriate refugee mobile home for whats coming...

I hear rumor of $7 a gallon fuel in US by late next year... At 25 mpg,
youre looking at 28 cents a mile... i.e. $280 to go a thousand
miles.. Or $28 to go a hundred... still a good deal, but if the
economy crashes or worse, your motorized escape device becomes a
volunteer for a hippy style trailer park... likely communities spring
up along highways, where people ran out of fuel, and coasted to a low
spot to be closer to water....

personally I'd rather my final destination for living, not be
controlled by fuel & money availability...

I'd much rather travel at 2 miles an hour as long as I wanted, than to
travel at 60 miles an hour, and make it halfway to someplace safe...

One of the most important things I've learned living minimalistic, is
how suprisingly little one really needs.... havent had a kitchen
sink, or a toilet in years.. No stove, refer, or TV.. No bed, no
living room furniture, no garage full of stuff, no air conditioner, no
car, etc. Ect...

most of it I dont miss...

so I have a question for you; why do you think you need it?

have you ever thought about the fact that people lived just fine for
thousands of years without it?

I see people being enslaved by their vanities... Good slave material,
if thats all it takes..

As any ex slave knows, the only logical thing to do when you discover
yourself in a slave culture, is to leave... history is repleat with
stories of people who chose the brush over the whip...

I'm sure millions of people will be vying for job titles at the FEMA
run yuppie Aushwitz camps... gas Chamber operator gets to be last guy
inside...

and the guards will get it too, when the Elite decide writing history
time doesnt need any conflicting versions....

will the last guy pull the door closed behind himself?

personally, I'd rather be threading a fly line thru the ferrules about
then, up some creek, on the far side of the river from a road, with
my camp camouflaged, and my horse pretending to be an Elk... Maybe I
should make him some antlers?

so... Your choice, a fat ticket on the Titanic, or be heading for
the brush every step possible?

Time is getting short.. the Economic crash is rumbling closer &
closer... the only thing holding up the US economy now, is the FED
buying Bonds, like two snakes swallowing each other...

the status quo is blowing air up your economic aft end, and you keep
pulling the wagon like magic...

the Economist Galbraith pointed out that you only need two things to
create a money system, a printing press, and the belief of the
people...

well that was then, this is now... now you use a computer for the
money, and a TV to program the groupthink into the retarded noggins...

hey folks, will you surf your own stupidity all the way to the rocks?

I hear some people figuring it out.. but most think their house will
be safe... no doubt FEMA-Nazis will drag many an excess slave out from
under their beds, screaming for Mommy all the way to the bullet...

if youre planning on sticking to a house, youll have a choice to
make.. Give up and die a shameful coward's death, or fight your last
stand over your pack rat's pile of materialism...

I think I'd rather be fishing..

morning,
munching breakfast, just in from garden digging... Did a nice section
of main path, with a bed of the better soil & organic material on
downside...

it was a good stint, plenty of rocks, got several wheelbarrow loads
piled from maybe a 24 ft dig...

beginning to suspect stone housing & shelter construction was a
spinoff of subsistence agriculture....

anyway, got a bit done, more area to plant..
closer to self sufficiency...

what amazes me these days, is how so many people will do anything, to
not have to rely on themselves...

theyll take jobs that trash their health, work for people who degrade
them, trash other people with "its my job" as their excuse....

theyre little babys.. Sucking on the Big Mamma Teat.... wouldnt know
which end of an acorn was up.... its like I pointed out a few entries
back, humans invariably arrive 180 degrees out from where they should
be...

well, there will be a few who figure it out.
That actual physical work, and living humble, are vastly preferrable
to prostituting yourself to an absolute & totally evil system... its
like a masquerade ball, you wander around looking at the beauties
behind their masks, glitter powder & paint, uplifted breasts in risque
dresses, and if you drink too much wine, you could find yourself in a
bed with something that looks far different in the light of morning...
a crone witch, pretending to be a girl, only trying to get her hooks
into your hormones & heart....

much better to smile when you recieve the invitation to the dance, and
stay home, and trim the horse's hooves, or something less risky, than
going to the meat market, wandering the aisles, and trying to figure
out whats inside all the packaging..

happiness is avoiding problems.. This is much better than trying to
recover from them emotionally & otherwise ..

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