Why I prep.

There is an article on Yahoo news about a Navy SEAL that was killed a short while back.  I've never been in the military and never plan to, I have immense respect for those who defend my right to write this blog and to live as I see fit.  


Man's best friend mourns death.

The following is one of the commenters:


"this guy is NOT a hero, he's just a casualty of war his death was caused by bad luck THIS guy died in a helicopter crash OK it's not like he used his body as an armor to help save his buddies from a grenade and besides I'm sick of all you veterans talking about fighting for my freedom that's BS my freedom is backed by the Constitution your fighting and alleged sacrifices ain't shit"


The above person is sadly a growing trend of moonbats and mouthbreathers growing in this country.  


I prep because one day his ideals will become mainstream.


I prep because one day I will have to defend my lifestyle from people like him or her.


I prep because people like him or her is leading this once-great county to its' doom.


I hope and pray that the above commentator will one day, even for an instant, realize how wrong they are.  Probably the split second before a biker gang takes their life for a gallon of water and a can of green beans.  


This guy made me sick to my stomach.  

Friends in low places.

Was over at a friend’s house last weekend.  His wife works with my wife.  Him and I are in related fields.  We got to talking about the governmental downgrade.  He mentioned that he has no faith in the government and we are heading for a crash and if I was smart, I would start to prepare.  I grabbed him, brought him over to my wife and made him repeat it, word for word. 

See, Beautiful Wife, I’m not crazy.  (P.S. AR-15 makes a great birthday present, too.)  Our friends think that and thought we were worthy to be warned.  Not that he was surprised when I mentioned we are getting prepped. 

I got to see his fine gun collection. (It’s hard to justify weapon purchases with the wife. But she is getting a better idea of how important they are, and she knows she needs to learn how to use them.)  He has some prepping done, but they are looking to move in the next few months to years further north, out of the valley.  With their two year old.  I think the wife was more surprised to see her friend has a handgun in her purse at all times for protection.  She never would have guessed.  When I built the house, I overbuilt a lot of the systems.  One is the water line, and the other is septic tank.  We have 2 bedrooms, but the tank and leach field are designed for 8-10 people.  It was a few dollars more and makes sense.  I think I may offer our friends the extra room and/or loft if SHTF.  Their preps overlap ours, and where they fall short (water, sewer, gardening) we have extra, and where we fall short (manpower, weapons), they have extra.  I will have to talk to the Wife about this, but I think it would be much better than us just being alone when it all goes down. 

Went to work while the stock market tanked on Monday.  Mentioned Tuesday to the surveyor that he needed to stock up on gold.  He said he has bullets.  Lots of them.  And he went shopping yesterday and stocked up on food.  Six months, I asked.  He got 3 years’ worth of food and cases of MRE’s.  He said (and I hope he’s joking) when it all goes down, he’s poisoning his chickens because he knows they’ll be stolen and he’s got a cannon that has a 3 mile range. 

In a matter of 4 days, I discovered 2 friends that are bigger preppers than me.  It’s like the old saying that if you find a couple needles in a haystack, then that thing must be stuffed with needles.  If that is the case, I’m beginning to feel a lot better living in the boonies, even if my neighbors are the crazy ones.

What do we do now?

What do we do now?  The sharks smell the blood in the water.  The stock market has been dropping like a lead turd for a while now, and people are starting to realize the debt ceiling debacle from earlier this week does nothing for anybody, except for the President.  He gets a blank check to keep spending until 2012... if there is a government still by then.

I used to read Fox News and then read some of the comments.  I would get mad at the Democrats for their starry eyed approach at everything.  They would love to claim to be tolerant of everything, well, everything but those damn Republicans and “teabaggers.”  Those people could rot in hell as far as they were concerned. 

Now I’m mad at both sides.  Both spent their time screaming and fighting, acting like we wanted them to for our side.  Everybody had a plan, no one could agree, and the President looked like the tired mom walking through the mall while the two kids fought over who got to ride in the front seat on the way home.

So what did we accomplish?  Nothing.  It’s all the usual smoke and mirrors.  Sure, it’s X many trillions of dollars over a decade, but really it’s nothing.  In my mind, it’s the equivalent to cutting $1,000 a month in our family’s budget by saying I won’t buy a new car in 6 years, and I promise not to start smoking cigarettes in the future (I don’t smoke now).  Oh, and for real cuts right now, I plan to shop at the Safeway instead of the City Market, saving me 2 miles of driving and 3 cents of gas.  Now that is real savings we can bank on.

Now I know the moonbat urbanist Democrats are all salivating at the change to raise taxes for the rich.  My boss is rich, and he employs me.  Times are tough here in the valley for engineering work.  He keeps me here only because I’ll be getting that coveted P.E. license in 2 years, and he wants to retire.  Other than that, I’m destined to be an unemployed gardener at my house.   If they raise his taxes, he’ll have to cut me to make ends meet.  He understands this, and I understand this.  The Democrats don’t.  They see more money to give to me when I assimilate into the sheeple fold, because all people on unemployment must be Democrats.

The many, many moons of living in south Louisiana taught me to prep for hurricane season.  I still check the National Hurricane Center’s website daily to see what is going on out there.  I would have my preps done for a storm and check the NHC predictions, then check what the state was doing for evacuations.  I always sheltered in place.  But I enjoyed watching the sheeple that went nuts the days and hours before buying up beer and smokes.  This time, it’s the DJIA I’m watching, and the spot price of gold.  But no one around and no one in the media is mentioning it.  It’s downright scary.  But at least when it comes, I can tell my wife “I told you so.” 

And you wonder why you can't find a real job?

So, there I was, at the Walmart this weekend, and in walks some girl with bolts in her ears, tats all over, and blood red hair.  I mean, her hair looked like she just walked in from playing Carrie at the school play.  Reeeeeed hair.  I just turned to my Beautiful Wife and said “she’s going to spend her entire life wondering why she can’t get a good job.”

Now, I know I am not politically correct.  I don’t give a damn.  Life isn’t politically correct.  Never has been, never will be.  And there is a reason.  Take the above girl as an example (I call her a girl because she is too immature to realize how her hair will affect her life.)  I don’t care about freedom of expression, freedom of speech, or freedom of whatever.  I don’t even care about discrimination.  If anyone walks into a job interview for a serious career, who in the world is going to take them seriously when they walk in with a bull ring through their nose, or hair that looks like it soaked in barn paint for a month?  They could have the nicest personality in the world, but will be passed over for someone that looks, well, professional.  If I walk into a bank, lawyer’s office, dentist, or other professional building, I would be mortified if I was greeted by someone who looks like they spent their childhood in a tattoo parlor.  Not that I have anything against tattoo parlors, but still, it does not project an image of professionalism.  Just like if I went to a tattoo parlor and the artist was clean shaven, no tats, and wore a three piece suit, I would be slightly put off.

I know you want to be an individual.  I understand your rage against the machine, your want to be special, and even your need to express yourself.  But there comes a limit to what is acceptable.  I wouldn't walk into in interview, prop my feet up on the desk, and mine for nose gold, only to wipe the treasures under the desk of the guy interviewing me.  Not that I have done that in the past.

And I can honestly say that it is not a local problem here.  It's everywhere.  In your stores, on your streets.  And it isn't going anywhere, no matter how much you hope and pray.

Although hair color aside, my favorite is the ones that mutilate themselves beyond all hope of ever competing in the workforce:  the tattoos that are impossible to hide and are almost profane.  I'm talking about the names of dead relatives tatted on your neck, the pics of your kids tatted on your chest, and bolts and spacers in your ear that just disgust and mortify polite society.

Just remember, that hair will fade, those tats will blend together into a mess of colors, but remember what Ron White said:  Stupid lasts forever.