That Facebook thing

It’s one of those things that maybe-its-true-maybe-it-isn’t. What are we talking about? Facebook’s latest foray into the social credit and pre-crime fields – if you’re “too prepared” you might be an extremist.

Some linkage of varying pedigree……

I know, I know….we’re all on a list already, whats one more, right? But, if there’s any truth to this then it’s the classic ‘marginalize a group so you can persecute them freely’ ploy.

You’re preparing for [martial law/hurricanes/Xenu/blizzards/Rapture/blackouts]? Then you’re showing a lack of faith in .gov’s ability to protect and that means you are, de facto, ‘anti government’. Or something like that. The logic, such as it is, will be pretty convoluted.

But, regardless, you’ll be marginalized…anything you say will always be discounted by other people because “Oh, he’s one of those…”. And at some point, that whole ‘if you see something, say something’ nonsense will include guys like you and me walking out of Sportsmans Warehouse with too many Magpuls or too many gas cans.

And just like that, Facebook made everyone’s grandmother into a terrorist……….

Paratus in two weeks

A friendly reminder that Paratus, the holiday for survivalists, is in two weeks. In case you’re new here, Paratus is the holiday that was founded to give survivalists a reason to socialize, buy new gear, and do cool stuff. You can read about it here at the world famous Paratus FAQ.

Some of you beautiful freaks will be getting Paratus cards and gifts this year. But even if you don’t, you’ll have my warmest wishes for a Happy Paratus.

Get your survivalist buddies a nice gift…or make plans to head to the range…or hang around the house eating pizza and watching Walking Dead and Jericho episodes. The only wrong way to celebrate Paratus is to not celebrate it!

Got a favorite online vendor for gear? Ask if theyre having a Paratus sale this year. Spread the word!

And, as always, if you wanna get the Zero a little somethin’ for the holiday you can always send Amazon gift card codes or you can sign up for Patreon… either one gets you on the card list. And, really, who doesn’t want to be on yet another List?

L. Neil Smith passes

It was brought to my attention that L. Neil Smith, author, has passed away. What you need to know about him was that he was never “L Neil Smith, the author” he was almost always “L. Neil Smith, the libertarian author”. He wrote books that enshrined, sometimes almost to reductio ad absurdum levels, libertarian ideals about liberty and personal freedom. His most notable book probably was “The Probability Broach” but my favorite was “Pallas“.

I don’t get maudlin or misty-eyed over the death of an author, but I do get a bit sad over the death of a like-minded individual. If he really believed the principles and ideas about the things he wrote, the he was my kinda guy and the world could stand to have a few more people like that in it.

Also worth pointing out that this last year also saw the death of Dean Ing…another author whose work resonated with me.

Tough time to be an author with libertarian and survivalist tendencies.

Waiting on bubbles to burst

Well, it’s September which is not really the actual beginning of fall but for me it’s definitely a benchmark that it’s time to get out the Filson, but away the summer gear, and make darn sure the winter gear modules are ready for the vehicle and the Bag O’ Tricks(tm).

I’ve been wanting to purchase a chunk o’ land somewhere and have been keeping my eyes open, as well as being rather aggressive in my investing. Thanks to some reckless disregard and a whole lot of covered calls I’ve hit my goals for my real estate fund a tad early. I was talking to someone the other day about when to buy and I mentioned that I thought the current super-hot market couldn’t last forever and I wanted to be in a position to take advantage of it when it eventually cooled/burst. I speculated that when the feds finally raise interest rates and mortgage rates go back up, the housing market will slump a bit. He opined that he agreed with that but he had another take on things that I found fascinating.

He thought that as the eviction moratoriums come to an end, and recalcitrant ‘tenants’ are finally shown the door, fed-up landlords and people who had been meaning to sell their properties will flood the market with houses, driving the prices back down and perhaps ‘bursting’ the current housing bubble. An interesting thought. Regardless of the cause, at some point the prices will eventually ‘adjust’ downwards and I hope to be there, cash in hand, ready to put Rancho Ballistica aka Commander Zero’s Post Nuclear Bunker O’ Love And Lingerie Proving Ground into reality.

 

Self-looting and restocking

One of the most true things in survivalism is that ‘you are your own worst looter’. You, your kids, your spouse, whoever, will ‘borrow’ from your stash and not replace/return it long before any panic-driven locust horde breaks down your basement door and helps themselves.

Case in point: I keep some Advil and Tylenol in my Bag O’ Tricks(tm), which is good because I had a bangaroo headache the other day. Popped open the tube, took two Advil, went on with my life. Did the same thing the next day. Sooooo…my stash is down four pills. Now, this isn’t a big deal. There’s another twenty or so in there. But the way things are supposed to work is that a) you use it, 2) you replace it, III) you replace the replacements.

But, no, I sat onmy hands and waited until this weekend to go to the Big Bottle Of Advil, shake out a half dozen tablets, and replace them into my bag.

Bad survivalist.

Yeah, yeah, its only a few tablets…whats the big deal, right? The big deal is that nits become lice, acorns become mighty oaks, and little minor oversights become Three Mile Island…want of a nail,. buddy.

Its so bloody easy to get complacent about doing what we’re supposed to, in terms of preparedness, when the sense of urgency isn’t as great as it could be… we take a jar of spaghetti sauce from the food storage stash and forget to update the list, we use one of the emergency flashlights and figure we’ll just pick up a new one ‘next time’ to replace it, etc, etc.

You’re your own worst looter. I am too, and I’ve been doing this crap for decades. But the day you get stuck in your office because of a power outage is no time to discover that you ‘forgot’ to replace the flashlight you ‘borrowed’ from your EDC and never put back.

That little stuff adds up fast, and although something simple and basic like aspirin, batteries, a razor blade, or a bottle of water may seem like not a big deal today…when you’re in a situation and one of those items is exactly what you need and it’s not there, you’ll sing a different tune.

Moral of the story: yeah, its a pain the butt…but suck it up, go to the store, and replace that item that you pulled from storage that you really shouldnt have used. Future You will thank you.

Scenes from a coin & gun shop

Me: Still have that Wolf 7.62×39 ammo you wanna sell?
Him: You want it? You’re not gonna like the price.
Me: How much?
Him: Twentyfive cents per round.
Me: I’ll take it all.
Him: :::Suspicious::: Why are you buying all my ammo?
Me: Maybe I know something you don’t…
Him: Like?

And, yeah, he had no idea about the import ban.

Yeah, I had plenty (for my needs) of 7.62AK ammo but I can always resell this for a profit but, lets e real, it’s just gonna get bunkered.

Tula and Wolf…. gone the way of Chinese ammo?

In case you missed the news, the Biden-figurehead administration has put the kibosh on the importation of Russian guns and ammo. On its face, it seems like a repeat of the Clinton-era Chinese gun/ammo ban.

Life Goal #267

I would imagine the smart money is creating new packaging an trucking all that Tula ammo over into some border country where it will be relabelled and imported in a grey-market fashion.

I have very few guns in 7.62×39, a pair of AK’s and a pair of SKS, and I bought my ammo a long time ago. Plus, the 7.62AK guns were never more than a tertiary level of backup for me. When the wheels fly off of civilization, it’s gonna be .223 and 9mm topping the charts.

But, it’s further evidence that things like imported ammo are ‘uncertain goods‘. Can a US manufacturer make 7.62×39 ammo? Of course they can. Can they do it cheaply to the point that it’s worth competing with the literally billions of rounds the Russians and Chinese have produced and already recovered their capital outlays on? Heck no. Thats why no US manufacturer has ever really gone heavy into 7.62AK production. As a result, American shooters became dependent on cheap imported ammo. Which is now neither cheap and nor imported.

This is not to say that having an AK or SKS or Ruger American in 7.62 is a bad idea logistically, it just means that, going forward, it’s less of a good idea.  As I said, I’ve stocked a goodly amount of 7.62, and I know people with tens of thousands of rounds of the stuff sitting in their basement, so in those cases there’s no real reason to ditch your AK. But, if you didnt have an AK, and were thinking about getting one today, you might want to rethink the ammo situation and perhaps get a .223 AK or just skip the AK and grab an AR.

Lesson to be learned: a consumable product, like ammo of a particular caliber, that is not supported domestically and is available almost only though imported channels is not something that can be considered as ‘reliably sourced’.

Duty towards others

Does a person have a ‘duty’ or ‘obligation’ to another person? Or, put from another perspective, do you have a ‘right’ to someone else’s labors?

I was reading about doctors who refuse to treat people who are unvaccinated, and how those people are outraged that they are being denied care.  I understand that from a licensing standpoint, perhaps picking and choosing who you’ll help will result in you getting some sort of state sanction against. But do you, as a professional of any type (doctor, lawyer, dentist, etc.) have a right to refuse to assist someone for a reason as simple as ‘I don’t like you”?

I wonder about this because as the balkanization continues, we’re going to see more and more of what I call ‘bumper sticker apartheid’. Thats when someone comes to you for assistance, or commerce, or simply asking for directions and, when you see the bumper sticker on their vehicle describing their politcal beliefs that are fundamentally contrary to yours, you decide that you’re simply not going to engage them. At all.  Or vice versa…once they see your Trump sticker or NRA decal, you suddenly become some sort of untouchable troglodyte who is now beneath their contempt.

For better or worse, I’m starting to adopt that attitude. It used to be that I didn’t care what youre political, religious, sexual, racial, economic stripe was. You may be of a demographic I don’t like but I’d be willing to make a case-by-case determination if I wanted to deal with you. Sure, maybe you had a BERNIE 2020 sticker on the back of your Subaru, but you seem nice enough so I’ll help you change your tire. No more.

I used to feel that you and I could still get along even if we differed on political issues. Nowadays, though, politics has become a full-contact sport and when someone proclaims that people like me are the problem and that we need to be forced to conform/shut up/embrace the cause du jour/disavow a belief/support something we disagree with, it makes me want to simply not engage with that person. Like they don’t exist.

“But..people are, beneath it all, still people and those fellow humans deserve your help/sympathy/respect”, I hear the more moderate say.

Hey, you think Anne Frank’s dad would have pulled over to help the local SS guys when their car broke down by the side of the road? Because, you know, politics aren’t important when another person needs a helping hand….

So, if some doctor doesn’t want to treat me because I’m unvaccinated, do I have the right to be outraged and demand that he treat me? To my way of thinking, no. He’s a sovereign individual and doesn’t have any responsibility towards me at all. As an individual, he is free to refuse me treatment for any reason, as far as I’m concerned. And I’m free to take my business elsewhere. And, as an individual, when I see him getting curbstomped in his emergency room because a couple thugs didn’t think he was respectful enough when  their buddy was brought in from a drive-by, I’m free to step to the side and ignore his pleas for me to intervene.

I have no desire or intention to be the least bit supportive, assistive, or cooperative to anyone who, in my opinion, is actively working towards trying to discount me from society. Why would I interact in any beneficial way with people who want to censor, marginalize, deplatform, or ‘cancel’ me?

Thats the direction the world seems to be going, I’m afraid. First it was politics, then it was race, now its vaccination status. We never seem to find a shortage of things to fight amongst ourselves about, do we? Which is probably for the best since a cohesive nation would present a bit of a challenge to….

We’ve been calling it the Culture War for the last few years and it only shows signs of worsening. I have no desire to be on the front lines of it, but it appears that like many wars it’s going to be one I’m going to be forced to pick a side on. Perhaps sanity will be restored and we can all be civil while disagreeing, but I don’t see that coming for a while.

In the meantime, I’ll be happy to support those of my tribe, and I’ll, unfortunately, continue to shun those who work against it.

Article – Costco shoppers say some stores are out of toilet paper and water

More than one person sent me a link to this, but I actually caught it myself this morning while perusing the news:

Costco shoppers say some stores are out of toilet paper and water, as research indicates that US consumers are considering stocking up on essentials as the Delta variant spreads.

Dozens of Costco shoppers recently complained on Twitter about product shortages and restrictions on the number of products they can buy. Grocery stores imposed restrictions early in the pandemic to stop people from panic buying and depleting stock.

Who the heck is buying this stuff? Either you bought it all at the last panic and still have plenty, or you didnt stockup last time and, unsurprisingly, found out that there wasn’t really a need to stock up after all…and therefore have no interest in doing so this time around.

I suppose we should look to what has become the barometer of panic buying – TP, rice, and ammo. Ammo is still out where the buses don’t run, but TP and rice bounced back pretty quickly.

I didn’t really buy at the last panic, and I’m definitely not buying at this one. Why? Because for the last 25 years I’ve lived a lifestyle that assumes stuff like this is going to happen next weekend. I had my supply of TP, ammo, rice, batteries, and bleach long before some of you reading this were even born.

Honestly, Im less worried about Wuhan Flu (which has a , what?, 96% survival rate for the unvaccinated among the otherwise-healthy?) and far, far more worried about the economy, inflation, and our current foreign ‘policy’.

Speaking of Wuhan Flu, some ‘woke’ person gave me a hard time about using that term. “Don’t you know Asians are being beat up on streets because people use that term and it makes Asians a target?” Because, apparently, this virtue-signalling self-appointed guardian of language and outrage-by-proxy didn’t know that, historically, flus and viruses are named after where they originate. Ebola? Hantavirus? Legionnaires disease? Named after the initial outbreaks, thank you very much. Learn some history before you step up on that soapbox.

Sometime in the future, maybe soon, the source of the Wuhan Flu is going to become known and the Chinese are gonna have some major damage control. Just a harmless ol’ bioweapons lab that was playing with weaponizing a flu virus…nothing to see here.

In the meantime, though….I’m fairly pleased with how, so far, I’ve managed to deal with it. I see these idiots on television going on about how they haven’t been able to visit with their friends in a year, they haven’t been able to visit dad and mom since 2020, and they can’t go out to restaurants like they used to….and now need extensive mental health interventions to avoid depression and loneliness. Seriously? If not being able to see your friends for a year throws you into a mental state that renders you dysfunctinal, then the problem isn’t Wuhan Flu..the problem is that you’re life was empty, your sense of individuality was wonky, and, in general…well… you’re a pussy.

So..delta variant, lambda variant, omega variant, tau variant, whatever variant….bring it on.

Afghanistan – Get To Da Choppa! Edition

I was originally gonna subtitle this “You’ll believe a man can fly” because..well….

I’ve never been in the military, I’ve never been to Afghanistan, and I’ve never tried to ‘secure’ an airport in the middle of what is in effect the Worlds Worst Neighborhood.

But, I’ve seen ‘Blackhawk Down’ a buncha times and that makes me an armchair quarterback.

The news is full of footage that has a very last-days-of-Vietnam feel to it. And there is a really, really ugly truth in it: when you’re extracting American lives and assets, and the locals are slowing you down, whose life is more valuable? Being the ‘good guys’, we stop our airlift so no one gets run over by the planes on the runway and we fire rounds over their heads or nudge them along with helicopters. How do you suppose the Russians or Chinese would handle things? Yeah, that’s what I figured too.

Im not sure why anyone who was capable of leaving on their own would have stayed to the last minute like that (unless they were crazy enough to believe President Dementia when he said it wouldn’t be exactly what it turned out to be) when the smart money was hitting the road a good while ago. Who is left? Those poor SOB’s who bought the line that the US would stand by them for their efforts (ask the Hmong how that worked out), and anyone too poor to steal a Toyota pickup and drive in virtually any other direction out of the country.

And now the US is in the unenviable position of either a) having an airlift turn into a fizzled operation that leaves planes, people, and materiel at the mercy of the Taliban, or b) go old school and drop in troops who have been tacitly told it’s okay to kill literally anything that moves onto the runway that doesn’t have wings. Antipersonnel mines, WP grenades, whatever…gloves off as long as the planes can keep taking off. And the resultant media optics will be…bad.

Prediction? C) None of the above – drop in troops, hamstring their ROE, and watch it become BlackHawk Down II: Electric Fubaroo. And blame Trump.

Oh, and there’s now a metric boatload of veterans out there clamoring “What the hell was I over there for in the first place if we’re just gonna roll over like that?”.

Interesting times.