comrade simba

I haven’t posted lately because everything I think about seems so trite in comparison to what I think may be TEOTWAWKI unfolding like, really any day now. Normally I like to joke and holler about how fucked everything is while being resigned to watching a long slow painful death of the great american way of life. I grew tired of the “End is Near” sandwich board and forgot how spooky it felt. It is on me again… and I tend to go quiet when the really major stuff happens… thus, no recent posts.

If that Blow Out Preventer comes away from the wellhead due to erosion the gusher goes from 70 thousand BPD to… well, a lot more than that. But the worst part is when that happens there isn’t any plugging the damaged wellhead option available. The reservoir burps out goo until the pressure is gone. Who knows the number… but it’s measured in Valdezes, 11…22..33..44..55…million. You get the picture.

I may be one in a thousand (or ten thousand) who isn’t completely asleep but I have a bad feeling that an awful lot of sleepers are going to wake up if BP has nothing left to work with than an open hole in the ground erupting a geyser of shit. Think filling your bathtub with a firehose – the word I’m looking for here is violent and uncontrollable. Kiss the peel and stick bathroom tile of the Gulf Coast and Eastern Seaboard economy goodbye.

If even one out of fifty sleepers woke up and made a run on the grocery store, the gas station, and the bank JIT fails and sets up the next wave. That’s all I really want to say, and I bought another thousand rounds of 22 ammo and a box of 12 gauge 00 shells today. I think I need to get some more tomorrow, too.

Hard to have a dialogue on a blog – too bad those of us in this state of mind can’t all be neighbors. Would we trade our current community for a collection of doom surfers? I’d take the chance – “may you live in interesting times”, heh heh.

Michelle – this county is focused on the 5 square miles that encompass the wal mart complex – supercenter and the corporate data facility. The rest of the county may as well be in Thailand. As long as the taxes get filed. No building codes, no permits for anything if you are outside of a town. Nice to be in a backwater… Most folks around here haven’t lost all common sense – you’re not crazy just because you milk goats. The first thing that is asked is how much you sell the milk for – as if the goal of any activity would be for the purpose of making money. That mindset is damn near universal anymore, so what makes me an odd duck is having self sufficiency as my endgame. There is a local farmers market sponsored by our community group but I don’t want to pay a 20 dollar fee, fill out paperwork, or sell stuff to people with nothing to offer but FRN.

The main reason I’m a “homesteader” rather than “farmer” is because I don’t want to engage in commercial activity. Barter and trade within my circle is the goal, not converting my labor into “money”. I swap eggs for stuff at the garden shop run by friends, mow around the Taekwondo hall in lieu of training fees, etc.

Mayberry – sure wish a big ol’ belly laugh was in the cards if the whole economy goes fucko bazzoo. I have two friends with long guns and redneck backgrounds that have a standing invitation to bug out to here WTSHTF. We’ve all heard the phrase have’s and have nots – today I am a have not but that all changes if the food trucks stop rolling in to wal-mart. If guys like us can weather the first six months of civilization’s meltdown we have a good shot at raising grandkids. It’s a very large and mean pride of lions stalking the village.

Timmy – at least one goat, sometimes more, twice a day and count the years. I solve the world’s problems on the milking stool some days, others just figure out the correct thing the homestead wants me to do that day. The best times are when I can empty the head and squeeze the teats to the rhythm of my mantra – om ah hum benza guru padme siddhi hum.

Anyway, I’m glad that show is now over. The reporter asked and I said I’m out here because it’s crazy out there… and I don’t look like a freak saying it. Nice to get some justification now and then.

Thanks for the comments everybody. It’s looking real busy for the next week or two… need to stay off the computer and get some critical shit finished off. Take care.

Lmao at this screen shot. “Comrade Simba on right wing tv” hahahaha

Here’s the link to the video… flv format or mpeg

Too bad it was only a three minute human interest story crammed in between sports and stock market crap but not bad for a brief overview. At least the dig at wal-mart got through which is the main point of what this whole homestead thing is all about. Do it yourself or rely on the agribusiness corporations – expect the stores to be stocked and the food to be worth eating? Yeah, right. So this is one more drop in the sea of examples; chances are good that as many people who write us off as crackpots will be less than or equal to the numbers who see that this is a good idea.

Betcha somebody picks up a shovel this week.