I didn’t want to forget to mention – last week as I was collecting the mail from the PO box after my sojourn, I found a thoughtful card and some greenmail from a reader. I wanted to make sure to thank him publicly for his help in keeping the lights on and the domain registered. When the apocalypse gets here and we’re drinking homemade hooch after a long day of slaughtering zombies and hanging Quislings, me and the post-apocalyptic coeds will raise our canteen cup in a toast to your generosity. Salut!
By the by, anyone who sends me something in the mail and provides a return address will wind up getting on the Paratus card mailing list. So…you’ve got that going for you, which is nice.
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Buffoon or patriot, man’s man or political joke, he was probably all that and more. His book ‘Will’ was probably not the best choice for inspirational reading by a 14-year-old boy, but thats about what happened. I found it to be an interesting book, somewhat inspiring, and it wasn’t until many years later I realized that all biographies have a healthy dose of…shall we say ‘fiction’…in them just by virtue of who their authors are. Nonetheless, it was certainly an entertaining book.
I wouldn’t call Liddy a role model in the classic sense, but as unhinged and showman-y as he was, there were a few things you could be 100% certain about when all his other qualities could be questioned as mere pretense and theatrics. I think he genuinely was a patriotic man, and he genuinely loved his country.
Yeah he was flawed, theatrical, blustery, self-aggrandizing, and a bunch of other things….but he did have a certain BFYTW attitude that he wasn’t scared to trot out at the powers that be. And thats always a trait worthy of respect, in my book.
So…roast up some rat over a candle, once youre done holding your hand over the flame, in remembrance.
It’s funny…when The Walking Dead started I said that I was more interested in how people dealt with the increasing infrastructure failure than I was with the gratuitous zombie-killing violence. I was more interested in how people coped with the loss of gasoline, electricity, communications, etc, etc. And now that TWD has hit the stage where infrastructure has failed epically I find myself not really watching the show much. But, I watched tonights episode and it reminded me of some things.
Backstory: will-they-or-wont-they couple, Carol and Daryl are walking along a trail heading back to their camp. Carol is having trouble prying open the cover on her canteen and Daryl hands her his Swiss army knife so she can use, presumably, the screwdriver blade to pry the thing open.
Later, Daryl is far from home and his motorcycle sputters to a halt. He find that the fuel hose has rotted through and torn. He scavenges some hoses from abandoned vehicles and prepares to repair his bike…and then notices he never got his Swiss army knife back. He tries to use his large fighting knives but they are too big to get into the small reaches of the bike motor. With no tools to fix his bike, he goes looking for tools until he finds a couple zombified military personnel. He dispatches them, rifles their web gear, and finds a couple Gerber multitools. With multitool in hand, he repairs his bike and can return to his camp.
The takeaways seemed to be: two is one, one is none -when he ‘lost’ his primary multitool he had nothing to back him up. Even one of those dorky keychain multitools would have helped. And although he really should have had a small basic tool kit on his bike, in a world where getting stranded can be life-or-death it might be a good idea to have spares of critical gear like multitools.
I suppose another takeaway would be that you never loan out your personal equipment to help someone else if the lack of that equipment will harm you later. Carol should have handed him back the knife after she was done with it, and he should have had presence of mind to make sure it was immediately returned to him.
I have a nice Leatherman Wave that was gifted to me about..hmmm… 15 years ago, I used to carry it around all the time but it chewed holes in my jeans at an amazing pace. But it has tremendous sentimental value so I keep it. My everyday pocket knife is one of these which I have been extremely pleased with. But…there’s a very good reason to keep a multiool around and I need to get back into the habit of having one as an everyday carry item. Nine times out of ten, if I need a screwdriver or somerhing like that, I’d rather just grab a purpose-built tool from the tool rack and do what needs doing. But I need to remember that the whole point of survivalism is to be ready for the unexpected which often occurs at the worst time, at the worst place, under the worst conditions. Like trying to replace a fuel hose on your motorcycle as the zombies shuffle closer and closer.
Multitools have improved over the last 15 years, and they have some lighter ones that still offer a lot of useful functions without costing me a pair of new Carharts every five months. I actually have a gen1 Leatherman tool in my Bag O’Tricks. That thing really needs to be upgraded…but its better than no multitool. I suppose at some point I should go shop for new ones and see what sort of cool developments have hit the market in the last decade and a half.
But…the eipsode of TWD was thought-provoking in that it showed how a small failure…not getting the Swiss army knife back…could cascade into bigger problems in a post-apocalyptic world. So…either don’t loan out critical gear (my first choice), or make sure to get it back immediately. And, a spare isn’t a bad idea.
Financial goalkeeping continues for 2021. I finished off my desired annual goal for my emergency fund. That means that in the first three months of 2021 I hit my anual goals for my Roth, HSA, Emergency Fund, and silver stash. Next years goals will be to increase them all by 50%.
Since I’ve met those goals, I can now loosen up with my personal spending but, really, I’ll probably keep throwing money into things and get a head start on 2022’s goals. Not many people complain about saving too much money.
Just as well because with the current administration in charge, I have serious reservations about the economy. You don’t just manufacture $1.9 trillion and think it isn’t going to tip the inflationary scales a bit. “But Zero..if you believe an inflationary period is coming, then having money in the bank is the last thing you want!”, I hear you cry. This is true. This is why I won’t put all of whatever ‘extra’ money I have into cash in the bank (in the gun safe). It’ll go in the bank, in the gunmakers pocket, in the gold coin shops coffers, and in WinCo’s cash registers. And…perhaps…some landowners bank account?
It’s probably time to start putting away cash towards that ultimate survivalist must-have: a chunk of middle o’nowhere. That’s gonna be a serious amount of financial wrangling. But…hard to be a paranoid, right-wing, gun-crazed survivalist without a nice home in the boonies for people to label as ‘a compound’. Fortunately, of all the states in this fractured union, Montana probably has the most amount of realtors who don’t bat an eye when someone wants a piece of real estate that is inaccessable in winter, remote, and far from the madding crowd.
Back in the day, Ahern’s pulp-series, ‘The Survivalist’, had it’s main character carrying his spare speedloaders, binoculars, and other small items in what was called a ‘musette bag’. Basically, its one of those little buttpack bags that you see from time to time in military surplus venues.
I’ve been wanting something similar, but just s smidge bgger, and am having no luck. Don’t confuse it with a messenger bag, although they are very similar. The musette bag is a bit smaller, in some armies it was called a bread bag, or a foraging bag, and is usually carried by a sling that clips to a couple attachment points on the bag.
Anyway, I’ve been trying to find a modern version with absolutely no luck. I’m looking for something made in the USA, has a large flap covering, a couple exterior pockets, removable sling, tactical color, and perhaps a bit of MOLLE. Tried Spec-Ops, SOE, and a couple other features. This is almost exaclty what Im looking for, but its always out of stock. And before you suggest one of the myriad of ‘active shooter bags’ out there, no, that isn’t quite right either. Those are too blocky..I want something less rigidly formed. Also be nice if it could fit an MP5k.
Open to suggestions…..and, hey, don’t just say “You should go look at X”…that’s helpful but not as helpful as actually providing a link to X.
I just completed a trip to NYC. My last, I think, for the forseeable eternity. I was flying out but driving back. Since I flew, I couldn’t take any guns with me without causing a buncha headaches. But…where there’s a will, there’s a way.
A neighbor was helping me move furniture and I noticed he had a spare pistol mag on his belt. Hmm. I watched him a bit more and, sure enough, on his left hip there was a bulge under his sweater. Ok, time to start giving the signs and countersigns that I, too, am of the Brotherhood of The Gun.
“Whats that a spare magazine to?”
“Oh, thats for my VP9.”
“Oh, you’re a gun guy?”
“Yeah, I do handgun instruction at a range and shop about a mile from here….”
And after talking guns with him long enough for me to realize he’s a gun person, and long enough for him to realize I’m a gun person, the ice was broken and the fun began.
“I’M a dealer from out of state. I’m looking for something for the ride back to Montana. Have anything cheap and used in stock?”
“Well, I think we have a Taurus snubbie..”
“Any .38 ammo?”
“No.” Pause. “I can bring you five rounds from home, though.”
And thats exactly what we did. I showed up at the shop the next day, pulled a copy of my FFL out of my phone, and wound up with this:
Junk on the bunk
A Taurus snubby, Ruger LCP, and a genuine NYPD Gen2 G17 complete with the utterly horrendous NY-1 trigger. Makes a staplegun look like a Hammerli. Then, after the paperwork was done and my wallet was lightened, me, him, two fo the other clerks, and an off-duty cop stood around jawboning about guns for 45 minutes.
Oh, and they literally went through their desk drawers and gave me all their loose ammo…..”For the trip”. Some dinosaur stuff……38 RNHP Nyclads, Gen 1 Glasers (I mean early, early, early Glasers), miscellaneous .380 and .38 ammo, etc. And they threw in a 15-rd Glock mag because they can’t sell it to NYC residents, and kicked in a box of PMC 9mm ball as a way of apologizing for the $80 in sales tax that I was charged.
And then…I simply walked out the door with my purchases. In Westchester NY.
One of the few perqs of having an FFL.
But…this is how my tribe, The People Of The Gun, operate. Once its established that you really are a genuine ‘gun guy’ and not some Call Of Duty poseur whose entire gun knowledge comes from Stallone movies and video games….well, gun guys look out for each other.
So, I’ll be sending a thank you package of some Montana goodies, some .22LR (which they were out of), and a couple ten-round Glock mags that are about as useful in Montana as a 2 cu. ft. beer fridge.
That was the entire highlight of what was otherwise a long and exhausting trip.
But…I made gunbuddies behind enemy lines! Told them to come out here sometime and we’d do a whole suppressed, full-auto, high-capacity, short-barrelled extravaganza that would make Charlie Schumers head spin in a fit of liberal outrage.
People of The Gun, man. Thats my tribe.
And…I would bet that most of you have a similar story. Some time when you were doing something, encountered another guy who had some indicator he was a gun guy, struck up a conversation, and the next thing you know he’s helping you change a flat tire or youre helping him unload roofing from his truck.
Once again, I’m gonna have to be quiet for a few days while I attend to ‘real life’ stuff. Dammit. Might sneak in a few small posts, but expect this coming week to be quiet. Use the time to go buy new gas cans or something.
This is turning into quite the series of posts, isn’t it? I’d mentioned that I’d used a spray-coating on the bottom of my gas cans in order to protect the base of the cans from paint-removing scrapes and the resultant rust that would occur. I had done this before the arrival of Flex Seal which is, basically, spray on rubber coating. Seemed logical to go ahead and try it out on the new cans.
So, we take a new can and do a poor job of taping off the edge of where we want to spray:
Hit it with a goodly amount of FlexSeal and let it dry:
Assuming the buildings and infrastructure aren’t falling apart, this looks like an interesting opportunity for someone who wants a property capable of housing more than just the immediate family.
A little out of my price range but….interesting nonetheless. Nice to know there are places like this out there.
