Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Review of thesurvivalistblog.net

I'm putting up this review of M.D. Creekmore's Survival Blog for a few reasons. I really like this site, and the most important reason is the content.

There are a plethora of articles that relate to prepping, frugal living, survivalism and so much more. The title at the top of the site's page sums it up quite nicely, "Live Better, Live Cheaper.....Survive When Things Get Tough". We live in times when this type of information can mean the difference between comfort or misery, perhaps even life or death. Guest posts also appear on the site sometimes, giving an even broader range of ideas and experiences than just one person could offer. I was fortunate enough to be able to provide one myself a while back.

Another reason is that I would very much love to win the prize being offered. It's an awesome hand made knife. M.D. Creekmore, the site's creator has offered prizes in the past too. Not everybody does that. Contests for free and useful stuff always create a bit of excitement.

Creekmore has a way of presenting that is a down-to-earth, no-nonsense approach. The site itself is also easy to read. I can't stand sites with graphics behind the text or colors and patterns that try to trigger an epileptic seizure. Creekmore's site has a good font, with appropriate spacing. There are several ads, but they are placed in a way that doesn't interfere with reading the posts.

Due to the large following of the blog, there are often many comments and some interesting conversations develop in the comments section.
For anyone interested in self-sufficiency or being prepared in case of some sort of crisis event, this site is a great resource. Whether you are just starting out with prepping or have been at it for a long time, you are sure to find useful information at thesurvivalistblog.net

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Consent to be governed

Some things I have noticed "they" want from us since I started paying attention:
Be educated - but not informed or intelligent
Be patriotic   - but not a patriot
Make money - but do not learn how it is created

I've spent some time lately learning about the freeman movement. It's all about living free, casting off the shackles of our government. It has taken quite a bit of research, learning legal defintiions of common words (think you know what a 'person' is?). Knowing intimately how the system works is required in order to abandon it. Our legal system is a tricky fucker. Even most cops don't know the difference between 'drive' and 'travel'. 'Driving' is a paid for commercial activity. To 'travel' (within Canada) is a right guaranteed by the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. How come you have to re-register your vehicle every year? If these assholes can't keep records straight for longer than a year than what makes them worthy of being involved in the important stuff. (Like helping utility companies and other resource rapers expropriate our private property?) Well, it's just a tax grab, pure and simple. Revenue.

I watched a Rob Menard video on this issue and he asked, "OK so you have a driver's license. Did you read the Motor Vehicle Act first?" My answer was the same as everybody else's. "No. I was 16 and just wanted to get laid." I've paid taxes without reading the Income Tax Act. I've purchased permits without reading the legislation behind it. Registered my kids for birth certificates without understanding what was really going on. We aren't serfs because they conquered us. We willingly give them what they ask for.

Well now I am reading all this stuff. Tricky, tricky fuckers. I no longer wish to support a system I find abhorrent. The government extorts our money to casually give billions to corporations that use it to fuck us over again.

So piece by piece, I am withdrawing my consent to be governed.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Will you shop for me?

I avoid malls and shopping centres like the plague. I can't stand going there for any reason any time of the year. Now that I live in the middle of nowhere I don't get to one very often at all. Suits me just fine. However, this year I found myself in a city visiting a relative over the holidays. On boxing day we were leaving town when I decided to go to the store to pick up some stovepipe I need for my rocket mass heater. I don't get to town very often so a nose dive into consumer hell was necessary.

You'd think (silly me does anyway) that the stores would be empty. After all, didn't everybody just get everything they had pressured their loved ones into getting for them? Don't they have all year to get all the junk they don't need (or even want)? Seems like a really piss-poor way to spend a day off. Searching for that one last spot on a horizon to horizon parking lot. Zombies shuffling around in circles desperate to find that one piece of plastic Chinese shit that will complete them. Mixed amongst the herd are the frantic bargain hunters. The neediness on their panicked faces is sad, pathetic. There are no good boxing day sales anymore anyways. The current economy won't allow it. Everyone has cut everything as far as they can in a vain attempt to keep this bullshit 'consume it all' game going a little longer.

I do a lot of my shopping at the local waste transfer site. Recently I scored a really good bike, tools, motors, wheelbarrow, and electronics. Yesterday I picked up a grinder and eight lengths of 2"x10" wood. Who the hell throws away perfectly good wood like that when living on the bald-assed prairie? Sure, the shit grows on trees, but there ain't no trees for hundreds of miles. Whatever. Can't beat 'em and sure as hell ain't gonna join 'em. As they throw out perfectly good items to make room for things they will throw out next year (or sooner), I scoop up many items that are useful for free. There are a lot of projects on the old domestead and I am glad to not have to purchase everything I need.
So, thank you all you mindless consumers, spending, buying, tossing your way to an elusive feel-good-about-yourself place. Without you my excursions to the dump would be nothing more than a stroll through used kitty litter.