Thoughts Aloud

I was participating in a thoughtful comment section discussion elsewhere, regarding the 2nd Amendment, when I was inspired to pen a rather fulsome reply to a comment, which I think worth sharing here. He was at once advocating serious preparation for an inevitable SHTF armed confrontation, and then declaring his support for Trump, because he hopes he might be able to delay that reckoning a little longer. My reply:

Has it ever occurred to you that we are being played like a fiddle, and by continuing to delay the inevitable SHTF, our generation is letting our posterity down? It might just be that hoping Trump can again delay it, might one day be viewed as an act of cowardice by an old man, hoping to put off the unpleasantness until after he has gone.

I have been saying for years that they are delaying the implementation of their NWO dreams, until after we Vietnam era veterans have either died, or are too old to fight. At the same time, they have been indoctrinating and training the current kids in the military and DHS, to be ready and willing to confiscate civilian arms, and shoot or roundup dissidents when so ordered.

After the first oil crisis in ’73, I became convinced that the US government was completely broke, and that there was no way the politicians could continue to get away with inflating the currency, to hide it from the sheeple. Today the term is ‘preppers’; but back then they called those of us preparing for SHTF ‘survivalists.’

By the time of the second oil crisis in ’79, I was totally prepared to bug out on a moment’s notice, to survive in the Sierra wilderness for at least a year. I found that I was actually rather anxiously awaiting the demise of society, so I could begin the adventure. Had I been able to find a rugged woman interested in joining me, I probably would not have waited.

By then, however, it was obvious that when the SHTF, it was going to be rather crowded in the hills, so I bought a commercial fishing boat and dropped out of society. I reckoned it would be safer at sea, than competing with other survivalists in the hills, and much easier to find a companion. I figured that there would continue to be a reliable market for protein, and that I could always trade fresh fish for enough fuel and supplies to go out and catch some more. Living fulltime at sea was an interesting life for a few years.

Beyond all reasonable expectations, the Feds somehow managed to keep the charade of solvency going, and postponing the inevitable reckoning. Fast forward to the early ’90s, and I was living an enjoyable self-sufficient lifestyle on a 300 acre cattle ranch in the Sierra foothills, 30 miles from the nearest town, which I visited once a month to top off our year’s storage of staples and supplies. After Ruby Ridge, Waco, and all the NWO propaganda, we in my ranching community once again anticipated the SHTF to be imminent. We formed a militia, to defend our critters from the starving masses, we expected would soon be “heading for the hills” in search of food.

That too somehow never materialized, and by the next over-hyped potential crisis of Y2K, I was back to living in a small town on the California coast. Somewhat prepared for it, Y2K fizzled too. Then came 9/11. Back to the gas station to top off the jerry cans and propane tanks. Then to COSTCO, for more stores of rice, beans, and coffee, etc. Nope… even though it triggered perpetual wars, and Bush doubled the national debt funding them, that didn’t trigger SHTF either.

When the economy totally crashed in ’08, the day of reckoning had finally arrived, and a lifetime of preparation would soon pay off. The smoke from the printing presses running 24/7 at the US Treasury, was creating a perpetual pall over DC, and even the most clueless sheeple were going to be alarmed by the massive inflation of the currency and severe unemployment statistics.

No, wait… they are getting away with that too. Obama has doubled the debt once again, and his obsequious bureaucrats and press have manipulated the statistics, to falsely report low price inflation and unemployment. The hopeless sheeple slumber on, and inexplicably, his approval ratings are actually rising.

Now in my 70’s, I suspect they will continue to get away with delaying the reckoning, until I am completely out of the game. Given my recent flirtation with the concept of a laissez faire stateless society, to replace the corrupt state, perhaps I already am. I have been enjoying this election season immensely, and do look forward to seeing how it turns out, when Trump is sworn in as POTUS.

Yet, I can’t help the niggling feeling that somehow I have shirked my duty to posterity, and allowed the forces of evil to slowly destroy the nation I once revered, and swore a solemn oath to defend. Am I wrong? â—„Daveâ–º

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