Thursday, February 14, 2013

I never knew it was this bad.....

I'm in Colorado Springs this week for a water/wastewater conference, and was ordered by my bosses to go to the local gun purveyors to check out the selection (and to get a brick of .22 ammo for the teenage girl staying with my wife because she hears noises outside all the time).  First store always had rows and rows and pallets of ammo.  Not one useful round.  No .22, no .357.  Nothing.  I was told if I showed up about an hour and a half before the store opened Friday, I might be able to buy a box.  Not two, but only one box. Scary.

Went to the other good gun store.  Still plenty of guns, limited ammo.  Heard the shopkeeper tell a guy that they are backed up on background checks because the state is dragging their feet getting them done as their version of gun control.  If it takes 2 weeks to get the check done, then it might keep people from buying guns.

I think the most worry some thing is the selection of fiction and non-fiction books a the gun store contained books that I own.  Made me concerned that the fiction I read is the future non-fiction.

Just a thought.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Upcoming Civil War.


Too many times in movies some protagonist mentions that they can feel the storm a-comin’.  That the battle around the corner somehow causes the temperature to drop, and the dreariness of the situation manifests itself with heavy and dark clouds. 
That’s what it feels like as the government decides on how to punish its citizens for the stupidity of the few.  It’s been below -30 most nights here and I can’t remember what above freezing feels like outside. I don’t think it could get colder and bleaker, but each week Mother Nature tries to outdo Uncle Sam.
Seriously, though, there is a coming storm.  I’m not a history buff, but if I was, I could draw comparisons between 1860 and 2013.  Rural “buffoons” and urban “enlightened” people, and state’s enumerated rights all seem to come full circle.  I bet back in those days, we didn’t have the bloated federal government and IOUs to the planet to contend with. 
It seems to me that the urbanites think that anything they excrete into a toilet smells like roses.  Most believe that guns are evil and gun owners want to kill, kill, kill.  The police are their defense, and most places have response time of minutes.  Further, guns must come with the black mask and black pillowcase that they keep their loot in.  I’ve tried to explain that where I live, an hour response time from the sheriff is great, and burglars don’t wait for the sheriff to come when I call.  Anything that holds bullets must be some sort of assault rifle.  Basically, they are uneducated and ignorant fools.
I feel a civil war brewing.  It’s getting more palpable by the minute.  It’ll be over guns, but not because guns are bad or evil.  It’ll be over guns because the President wants you to look at guns as the government spends the last of the money and collapses.  Guns are a way to polarize the country in an instant, and with 24/7 media, can point out every shooting and murder as another reason to get the guns.  Anything to keep the attention off of the upcoming collapse is their motive.
It’ll be a doozy when it comes.  Everyone has a black or white answer for gun control.  Not a lot of people just don’t care about the issue.  It’s not a topic that people can ride the fence on, like abortion, Social Security, or who’s gonna win American Idol this season.  It’s a yes or no decision.  And for the people, like myself, who think that less control of guns and ammo in this country is best, it puts us in the position of the Confederacy, the rebels, the outlaws.  We buck the accepted social norm, or what the liberal agenda touts. 
Where will it begin?  Will it start with the sheriff coming for my guns? Maybe.  Maybe it will start before that, when the sheriff refuses to get obey any order that confiscates my guns.  Maybe.  Maybe it will start before that when State governors say no to the Federal government’s order to take my guns.  Maybe.  But whenever it does start, there will be no switching sides.  You are either for the Constitution or for the current Government.  Brother against brother, neighbor against neighbor, the stories all sound vaguely familiar. 
This revolution will be televised, but only by the liberal media, and only while the food stamp checks clear the bank.  After that… Your guess is as good as mine.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Something about deck chairs on the Titanic.

That's all I can think of when it comes to this Obamacare ruling.  Does it change anything?  Nope, the country's still heading to the bottom.

Anyway,  I've been really busy.  My boss quit/resigned/fired.  Either way, I've been running the Town's water, sewer, gas and electric systems for the last few months.  Got more chickens, sold the goats.  Garden's doing well and someone bought the 80 acres north of us and it took me all of 5 minutes to find out he's not a prepper, but a survivalist.  Made my year.

I promise to update soon.

~Mudbug

Monday, February 27, 2012

Why they hate us.

To preface this, I write a monthly column in my hometown. It would be an OPSEC fail to tell you which town, but if you want to search, be my guest. Some are pretty funny.  Anyway, please enjoy my March submission.


Seven billion people inhabit this planet. Well, maybe more if you ask my neighbors.  Their count goes up if you include the little green men that come from the sky.  These neighbors have objected to the new 200 MW solar collector plant nearby because the mirrors will blind and confuse the aliens and they won't land here anymore.  Regardless, there are over 7,000,000,000 people on this little rock and I'm starting to understand why the majority are pissed off at the 310,000,000 Americans.

A few weeks ago, Nike rolled out another shoe.  $250 a pair.  Of course they put them on sale at midnight, so people started to line up hours before so they could be the first.  Or just to buy them and sell them for a 1000% profit on eBay.  Either way, you know this won't end well.  The riot police were called to the Florida Mall to quell the rowdy shoppers and the event was cancelled.  Over shoes.  Overpriced shoes.

Now, if I was a human on this planet watching news, making $250 (half of the annual salary of someone living in Liberia or Zimbabwe) a year in a third world country, I would be pissed.  I would barely have enough to eat, clothes on my back, and my hovel would have a dirt floor and a thatch roof.  I wouldn't waste a year's pay to buy shoes, and be disgusted at the wealth of America because after all, they are fighting like little kids over shoes.

But it doesn't end there.  If I sampled the cable shows for an hour or two, I probably would hate us too. I'd strap a bomb to myself if I turned on the tv and saw that there was a country whose citizens spent all day worrying about nothing but Gym, Tan, and Laundry, while I worried about everything else.  Between "Jersey Shore", "Teen Mom", and "Real Housewives of <insert ritzy area here>",our nation looks like a place that wipes our butts with hundred dollar bills, drinks the blood of poor people, and mainly is the home of the 1%ers of the planet.

But we aren't all hated across the globe.  Look at our humanitarian efforts when we aren't carpetbombing your country or turning your piss-poor nation into a cruise ship stop.  For the price of a cheap cup of coffee (or the daily wage for a person living in either the Congo), I can act like I'm better than the rest of the world by donating it to help those that live in countries that lack oil reserves, diamonds, or some other resource that we are willing to invade to bring democracy, schools, Starbucks, and McDonald's to.  It's kind of like winning the "best personality" at a beauty contest.  No wonder the world hates us.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

OPSEC FAIL.

So, there I was on Wednesday.  Leaving the ranch at dusk to drive to town to pick up the wife for dinner (she had to go to Limon, CO for a business seminar).  I looked over to the neighbor's mobile home across the street from my driveway and do a triple take.  The mobile home was missing.  I hope they moved out (they enjoy dumping their trash on their fence line and letting the wind blow it onto my property.  Missing.  It's the biggest thing near my house.

So I call my good friend from down the street.  He confirms that they "moved" out on New Year's day.  3 days before.  My neighbor's craphole single wide had been moved for 3 DAYS before I noticed.  How could I miss that?

Shameful.

But, at least if SHTF, that is one family I don't have to worry about.  They seemed ill prepared for anything, and seemed to be the kind of animals that would raid our house at a drop of a hat.

Hopefully their land will be for sale soon so you preppers that need a Colorado retreat among friends can come build next door.

Friday, January 6, 2012

The Brownsville Shooting.

It drives me nuts to read the headlines and stories about the "victim" in the Brownsville shooting this week.  And here is my points on the matter:

1) The kid brought something to school that resembled a gun.  He knew that it wasn't allowed and he did it anyway.

2) The kid brandished the weapon as if it was a gun, pointing it at people, including law enforcement officers.

3) The kid was repeatedly told by law enforcement officers to drop the weapon, or at least lower it.

4)  From what I read, he had the gun pointed at law enforcement officers when he was shot.


Now, I know the parents and grandparents are devastated. They should be.  However, they shouldn't point the blame on the LEOs.  Do you think anyone with a badge would want to shoot a 15 year old dead inside a school?  He's got to live with that thought for the rest of his life.  But the kid was warned, and refused to comply.

I feel sorry for the students that had to witness this, the LEO that had to shoot him, and the family that has no one to blame but themselves.

And another thing-- if the kid had a real gun, would the family be so vocal of police shootings if that kid had killed 13 students and teachers before the cops brought him down?

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Update on my Grandma.

Hey everyone!  

Sorry it's been so long.  We've been swamped here.  Got 2 new goats from the Chief of Police from the town I work at, so now up to 12 goats, 7 girls, 4 newborn boys, and 1 breeding buck.

Just finished making jams and jellies, and the wife is finishing up on goat's milk soap, goat's milk lotion, bath salts, fizzy bath bombs, and we need to finish one more quilt as a gift.

Our new Pyrenees mix and Sam our Pyrenees went missing 10 days ago.  C'est la vie, as my grandma would say.  We miss them and hope they come back, and if someone stole them, I hope they get constant painful hemorrhoids and gaping chest wounds.

After 3 months and 3 days, I got to hear my grandmother's voice again.  It seems that she raised such a ruckus that she got sent home from the "undisclosed location."  My mom's sis ran into a mutual friend of my dad's a few weeks ago and she said that the friend knew my grandma was alive, but she was not allowed to say where she was.  But my evil aunt and eviler stepmother are at her house with her 24/7 with 2 nurses.  My grandma made it very clear that she is going to die at her house and to hell with going into a nursing home.  She has some sort of disease that is deteriorating random muscles in her body and this started with her throat muscles.

I say good for her.  94 years is a good run, and if she is ready to go, then she's earned the right to pick where she goes.  Her husband built that house for her 40 years ago and I am so proud that she held her ground when her sons want to dump her in a nursing home and take all of her money and run.

From what she said, she was upset that no one contacted me in 3 months, and that she has had several surgeries and was on the brink for a while.

I would say that keep her in your prayers for a recovery, but I ask that you keep her in your prayers that she can have a moment of peace in her life before she goes...


On to Wyoming next week to hunt some wabbits and spend Christmas with my sister-in-law and the little hellions that I am corrupting into screaming "GEAUX TIGERS" whenever they see football on.