22 Monday Feb 2021
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My latest TPC column, more of a white paper, is coming along a little later today. I’ll have that here when it hits. It’s good, though the subject matter to me is a little yesterday; it was a commissioned piece. As luck has it, I have another, follow-up prepared and I’m already moving on to the next subject(s).
While you wait, here’s the PPN for today:
By now, you must know where to find these. However, they do make decent filler while we wait on the written words.
06 Saturday Feb 2021
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I’m just wracking my brain now trying to come up with the perfect topic for TPC next week. You’ll know it when you read it! Lately, all this year, the gang (except for Kayla) have fretted over the dreaded menace of … IDENTITY POLITICS!!! As a hated Christian Nationalist, I, of course, happily acknowledge the truth of the identitarian trend. Given all that’s happened in the past year, especially in politics, one would assume that almost everyone would have come around already. One would assume wrong.
It’s: identity > culture > politics. It always has been, but so long as the dominant identity group and its culture controlled politics, few remembered or needed to. That has changed. Here’s the imperative of recognizing reality: In the USSA, politics is dead, as evidenced by the fraud, the coup, the allowing of the same, and the resulting war on Heritage America. Likewise, the dominant culture is dead, long gone, and the remnants are in mortal danger. That leaves ONLY identity to cling to. One will note that the other side(s) have no problem at all with this simple concept. If White Christians want to survive, they had best get on board. Of course, at TPC, I’m generally not allowed to write “White” and “Christians” together. Too many on our side won’t even acknowledge who we are – a terrible problem, but one that perhaps we can fix.
Some can’t, for one reason or another – can’t not won’t, come to grips. I have another idea that almost seems a little mean as to dealing with people like that. They generally fall into four categories, sometimes overlapping: the evil, the retarded, the mentally ill, and the habitually intoxicated. I advise never speaking to evil people outside of telling them to go away as they are literally dangerous to be around. The others are not necessarily bad people, but honestly, there can be no serious intellectual discussion with them. In important matters, be kind, but have as little to do with those others as possible – they waste time at best. No … that does sound mean…
Identity politics it is! If I can do it without being censored. Or unless something else comes up. Again, you’ll know it when you read it.
02 Tuesday Feb 2021
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Howdy. If you could kindly refrain from insurrectionism for a moment or three, let’s all adjust our permanent face diapers (triple layers, people!), and talk about money. Amen, Awoman, etc.
By the grace of Bramah, and by really working the cemetery and foreign algorithm votes, notorious hippity-hopper, Joey B. worked his way into the White House basement. When not sleeping, creeping, or sniffing, his handlers have him signing executive orders and plotting some sort of great reset. One of his (handlers’) schemes involves raising the minimum wage from $7.25 to $15.00 per hour.
Look, our recovery plan also calls for an increase in the minimum wage, at 15 — at least $15.00 an hour. No one in America should work 40 hours a week making below the poverty line. Fifteen dollars gets people above the poverty line. We have so many millions of people working 40 hours a week — working — and some with two jobs, and they’re still below the poverty line.
So remarked RHEast’s daddy, on January 22, 2021, whilst signing EOs and hyping his (handlers’) American Rescue Plan. Yes, please! Won’t someone rescue the Americans? Maybe they could start by shipping out the Big Guy’s (handlers’) cabinet, the members of which do share a certain monolithic nature, no?
A week later, Obama’s Veep’s (handlers’) Press Secretary, Jen “Deer in the Headlights” Psaki, in response to a fake media question about “Fifteen,” meekly mumbled something about Chairman Sanders, Congress, Parliament moving forward, a path forward, expediting urgency, and certainly feeling something. I, for one, was inspired. Inspired, but underwhelmed. Here’s why:
Between 1960 and 1964, the minimum wage increased from $1 to $1.15. Between those years, the Treasury was doing something funny with the dollar and the federal reserve note (a legitimate President was also assassinated, though I’m sure the events were completely unrelated). Also between 1960 and 1964, the price of an ounce of silver bounced around between $.91 and $1.29. This is a rough example of how the minimum wage was once pegged to the silver dollar. If it were still so connected, then the present minimum wage would be around $28 per hour. Soooo … why so low, Creepy Joe?
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28 Thursday Jan 2021
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Greetings, Piedmonteers! In the name of Brahma the Merciless (say Awoman!), I trust we’re all wearing our COVIET face burqas. Let’s review a new and alarming, if sadly predictable trend sweeping the remains of the USSA.
Oh, yes, this installment is a twofer – I figure I owe you, and there at least two big issues and all.
First, a quick assessment of where this whole thing stands, from a realistic standpoint. With my sizable dosage of hopium having worn off, I’m back to where I was on July 30, 2020. This point is for future historians to ratify, but, friends, it’s over – at least as it has been. The days of even semi-free, quasi-fair, kinda-honest elections in the [fill in the titular terminology as you like: republic, democracy, collapsing empire, “gay” Talmudic clown show, etc.] are days of the past. I knew as early as 2012 that national contests were officially rigged, thus my cessation of direct participation. 2016 was a test that didn’t quite work out as planned. 2020 saw the institution of a fool-proof system; yes, everything was caught, but no one was willing to do anything about it. And, that (we’ll say 11:59 AM on January 20th) was the last chance for a miracle fix. If you’re granted an “election” in 2024, rest assured that the outcome is already decided. The fraud will not be traceable in the future, not that anyone will be looking for it then.
Things are moving right along now. I know everyone is reeling and starting to reassess allegiance to the Uniparty or one of the controlled opposition non-starters. That’s fine. Do what seems best to or for you. But, it’s time – past time – to embrace what’s unfolding. There are four general courses to take, some of which may overlap, tactically, as circumstances dictate: flee, fight, freeze, or hide.
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15 Friday Jan 2021
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It took a while, longer than normal, but I wrote and submitted this week’s TPC column! I’ll post that here when if they run it.
Or, I might run my original, which was written at, how should I put this? At a higher… nevermind. The first draft was long (“TL;DR,” yuck, yuck”) and full of references and math. Nobody likes that, so I toned it down. The middle version was entirely too vitriolic so I scraped it. I think what I went with was entirely appropriate, just as it was entirely accurate. Whatever, right? It’s not like the subject matters. It is all a done deal. Yeah. You’ll enjoy it if you see it.
23 Wednesday Dec 2020
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London City Airport, Early Evening…
No one had explained a word about the sudden change in scenery. An outside NHS doctor spent over an hour assessing his general condition, at intervals consulting with nurses and his solitary handlers. He thought he’d asked for his attorney or his advocate, but he simply couldn’t remember. The flat American accents had tipped him off, and if he was honest, he had long suspected this day would come. They didn’t even ask him to sign anywhere, nor did they present him any writ or order. Four sturdy men in suits, in addition to the usual guards, had escorted him from the infirmary to the transfer bay. Two of these bespoke Yankees rode along with him in the back of an SUV. He thought he glimpsed unmarked police cars in a short procession, but he wasn’t sure.
Little of it, any of it, made sense. And he didn’t have much time to process what was happening. Nearly a decade of hiding, waiting, and suffering had crawled by him, only for this evening’s unexplained venture from Belmarsh, and the short, fast drive under the Thames (he guessed it was the Blackwall Tunnel), and now he was securely in the custody of – someone. Who were his new friends? The FBI? CIA? As the surprisingly well-appointed business jet began to swing around on its approach to the lone runway, he realized something. Whoever they were, they had not shackled him!
In fact, once on board, they had begun treating him rather well, more like a guest than a prisoner. Something in the cabin smelled sweet, familiar almost. He was seated in a comfortable leather chair and was just sipping from a bottle of Perrier when the pilot hastily announced their imminent departure. One of these agents, if that was the word, a large man seated across a small table from him, gestured for him to fasten his seatbelt. The gesture came with a smile, something to which he was no longer accustomed. No sooner than he had secured himself and turned to gaze out the window than the plane launched forward, soon climbing over the River, passing on the one side a sewage plant and, on the other, the sewer of a prison he’d of late called his home. In a few minutes, he realized they must have already been closing on the Delta, heading, he assumed, due east towards Antwerp. He couldn’t be exactly certain, but there came the feeling that the craft slowed in the air and subtly turned to the south – to what degree, he did not know.
And, just as he gave thought to another effervescent sip and perhaps a request for something solid to eat, another man kindly invited him forward to the flight deck. Entering through the open cockpit door, he beheld before and below him, shrouded in moving darkness, what he took for the Channel and, far ahead, the lights of the Continent. Two men sat under dim lights behind a sea of screens and controls. The younger one, on the right, was dressed in a similar if more understated fashion as the rest of the crew. He looked like the government issue. The other man, older, and obviously in charge of the flight, bore an altogether different look and demeanor. He was half slouched over to his left, with his arm resting near the window. His right hand lazily, casually held the yoke. His black hair, flecked with sprinkled salt, was shaggier than one would have assumed, as was his short, stubbly beard. He was chewing on a cigar and wore, over powerfully-built arms and shoulders, what could only be described as the tackiest of Christmas sweaters. Upon entering, he caught the end of a short conversation between the pilots.
The older casual man on the left was quipping in answer to something: ‘…Corona is a hoax, Biden didn’t win, and Gina didn’t kill herself. Eff- it!’
‘Yeah, right. Listen, RAF and the Bude are blowing up again about it, Tom,’ said the younger man on the right, ‘like it popped up out of nowhere.’
Unperturbed, the man of the left gave a dry response: ‘I know. Ninety-high and tracking our position perfectly?’
‘You know?’ the young man asked incredulously.
‘Yeah,’ the older man hummed, ‘or, I suspected. He’s with us. An escort.’
‘Then, who is he?’ asked the younger man.
‘Santa Claus…’
He could no longer contain his bewilderment. ‘Whose plane is this?’ he asked, more to the older man.
The whimsical pilot immediately pivoted around and smiled sincerely. ‘My brother-in-law’s!’ he said happily. ‘Well, he bought it, as a tax write-off and so forth, but I get to fly her. Keep her down in Hickory. She’s not a lot of use most of the time, what with the price of fuel but, for this jaunt, Uncle Sucker is picking up the whole tab!’
‘Who are you?’ he asked, feeling even more bewildered than before.
‘I’m Tom,’ the pilot said, extending his hand (leaving the yoke floating momentarily), ‘and this is Freddy,’ he said nodding to the younger man who smiled slightly at the introduction. ‘May I call you Julian?’ Tom asked.
‘Yes, uh, yes, that’s me,’ was Julian’s answer, before he ventured another question: ‘Are you CIA?’
‘No,’ the pilot said flatly and proudly. ‘The guys in the back are Marshals, or Secret Service, or something or another. Freddy here is Company, but I’m not. Not anymore. I’m just a guy with some cheap time and a plane. Welcome aboard the White Hat Express!’
He stumbled through his more recent memories for a moment before uttering: ‘Tom? You’re the professor?’
‘At your service, pen pal!’ Tom replied with a smile.
‘You two have been corresponding?’ Freddie asked with sudden interest or alarm.
‘Yeah,’ Tom said dismissively. ‘Now, Julian, where to?’
‘What do you mean?’ Julian asked.
‘I mean where do you want me to take you?’ Tom asked. Then, he clumsily tapped at a few of the screens above the throttle. ‘I’ve got nine-thousand, or ninety-five-hundred kilometers worth of range. Can’t make Australia, directly, but, there’s … Sweden? No, maybe not. Paris is just over the horizon. You probably aren’t keen on the States just yet—’
‘They’re keen on him,’ Freddy added.
‘Well, not yet,’ Tom said. ‘You just think about it, Julian, and let me know. I can hold over the Channel if I need to. Try not to take too long. I have a mountain cabin full of women who are probably angry with me about this side trip. Missing Christmas and all that, you know.’
‘You’re not taking me to a prison in America?!’ Julian asked perplexedly.
‘No, why would I?’ Tom questioned. ‘You’re a free man. It’s in the— Wait, they didn’t tell you?!’
‘Tell me what?’ Julian was confused. ‘No.’
‘Well then, the honor is mine,’ Tom said proudly again, ‘You’re free! Full pardon. Freddy or one of them has the paperwork. And, not to burden you, but you are requested – at your convenience – for a special consultation on some more recent, pressing matters. The uh, the shitshow, you know? There’s a storm about to hit. Hard. Anyway, Merry Christmas, old man!’
Julian leaned on the door, feeling a lump moving up and through his throat. A pardon? He thought. For—
As if reading his new friend’s thoughts, Tom quietly added, ‘Not that you did anything wrong. But, all’s safe and legal now. And, I’m serious. Wherever you want. Got family somewhere? Or, friends? Why don’t you talk it over with her and get back to me.’
‘Talk to whom?’ Julian asked as tears filled his lower eyes. ‘Who is her, she?’
Tom looked sidelong at Freddy and almost growled, ‘You didn’t fucking tell him?! He hasn’t seen her yet? It’s a small plane!’
‘We had her scooch down in a rear seat, and she’s obviously still playing along,’ Freddy said defensively. ‘It was going to be part of the surprise, along with the pardon. Then, you had to take off like a wildman and—’
Tom cut Freddy’s explanation short. Holding the intercom button, he spoke out loudly and clearly, ‘Sweetheart, come on up here. He really needs you.’
Julian, utterly confused, wiped his sleeve over his eyes. But, she was already there. From behind him, a golden, sultry voice cooed over his shoulder, ‘Hello, beautiful.’
Turning, he looked into her eyes. His jaw dropped even as she moved in quickly to heartily embrace him. He exclaimed, ‘Pamela!’
*And now, this column [AT TPC] will enter into a short period of festive rest. I intend to return in the new year, not later than the invocation of the Insurrection Act or the commencement of President Trump’s second term. Merry Christmas to all and a very happy 2021! -Perrin
At seen, 12/22, at TPC!
10 Thursday Dec 2020
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The Enemy Combatants Stake Their Claims
My daily video and podcasts for Freedom Prepper are growing steadily in popularity. So, it was of great interest to me last weekend when I learned that YouTube had pulled my November 18th episode for unspecified and surely contrived allegations of “inappropriate content.” I still have no idea what they mean by that. All I talked about was the operation of the Federal Reserve … nevermind, I think I get it. I also got their serious power trip: the censorship was immediately followed by a seven-day ban on new videos at FP’s channel.
We were prepared and easily shifted over to our own dedicated server space, which allowed the videos to run regardless, at freedomprepper.com and as promoted at the new Freedom Prepper Community (like Faceberg, but without the SJWs, spying, and associated stupidity). Still, I look forward to returning to our old channel because of its reach and subscriber engagement. Sadly (or not!), that may be short-lived.
I truly have no idea why we were temporarily banned. They don’t tell you why, they just do it. They’re small, sensitive creatures, easily frightened by the slightest hint of departure from the narrative. They’ve also, of late, been labeling any and all content which in any way touches on the “vaccine” and the AP’s selection of Biden. As they put it on December 9th, they’re really ramping up the censorship on that latter issue.
Our Community Guidelines prohibit spam, scams, or other manipulated media, coordinated influence operations, and any content that seeks to incite violence. Since September, we’ve terminated over 8000 channels and thousands of harmful and misleading elections-related videos for violating our existing policies. Over 77% of those removed videos were taken down before they had 100 views.
We also work to make sure that the line between what is removed and what is allowed is drawn in the right place. Our policies prohibit misleading viewers about where and how to vote. We also disallow content alleging widespread fraud or errors changed the outcome of a historical U.S. Presidential election. However in some cases, that has meant allowing controversial views on the outcome or process of counting votes of a current election as election officials have worked to finalize counts.
Yesterday was the safe harbor deadline for the U.S. Presidential election and enough states have certified their election results to determine a President-elect. Given that, we will start removing any piece of content uploaded today (or anytime after) that misleads people by alleging that widespread fraud or errors changed the outcome of the 2020 U.S. Presidential election, in line with our approach towards historical U.S. Presidential elections. For example, we will remove videos claiming that a Presidential candidate won the election due to widespread software glitches or counting errors. We will begin enforcing this policy today, and will ramp up in the weeks to come. As always, news coverage and commentary on these issues can remain on our site if there’s sufficient education, documentary, scientific or artistic context.
There is absolutely no placating these Children of the Lie – though, at least next week, I intend to try (fool’s hope and all). First, concerning FP’s “strike,” I intend to invite YouTube’s CEO, Susan Wojcicki (yes, (((of course))) ) on my show to educate me and my audience about our “inappropriate content.” As to the “strike,” I’m sure that will resolve everything. As to the prohibition of any discussion whatsoever of the massive, blatant, and criminal frauds deployed during and after the 2020 election, I’m not so optimistic.
I want this to be clear. I’ll phrase it in Georgia Piedmont-friendly terms so simple that the tribe at YT might be able to understand: Joseph Biden has about as much chance of being sworn in as the 46th US President as the Bulldogs have of claiming another football national championship this season (not that the Dawgs would necessarily acknowledge their victory – Biden, to his credit, would his).
At the close of the lawful election, Trump won. For what constitutes the “lawful election,” please see Foster v. Love, 522 U.S. 67 (1997). The Supreme Court will see that case, again, soon, and will soon remind themselves of the concept of stare decisis. Pursuant to the law, this election is headed towards the legislative branch, either in the statehouses, or in Congress, or both. The Associated Press and YouTube can keep calling whatever they please – and I hope they do. Why root for people who silence you?
Because of what constitutes foreign election interference and treason. By openly declaring both themselves and their campaigns, before, during, and after the popular election of November, an election teeming with one in one-quadrillion^4 irregularities and copious proven examples of tampering by hostile foreign powers (in conjunction with domestic criminals), the Ministry of Truth has put itself squarely in the camp and conspiracy of those engaged in actual hostilities against the United States, both the people and especially the government. The remedies for these enemy combatant acts extend beyond the authorities outlined in a certain Executive Order (9/12/18). Like the courts, the executive is imbued with precedent. That established by Abraham Lincoln would suffice Trump in the coming months, though it has been greatly augmented of late by men with names like Bush and Obama.
The next month and a half will be, to say the least, entertaining. I, of course, do not know any definitive outcome for any of these matters. However, I find that a cheery disposition helps during times of uncertainty. When I learned of the severity of FP’s YT punishment, I lightheartedly relayed it to the audience as our little “vacation.” Certain parties might well do the same from the sunny confines of GITMO.
*Speaking of cheer(!), we will soon, and very soon, turn our national affairs attention to the celebration of Christ’s Mass in America! Perhaps this year shall see the continuation of the old Christmas fiction tradition.
05 Saturday Dec 2020
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“Vaccination” Recommendations
AP President-select Joe Biden famously declared, “I trust vaccines. I trust science.” He also keeps saying something about a 2001 CSIS simulation project at Andrews Air Force Base, but any of it could be the dotage speaking. At any rate, I am happy as a clam for old Joe, because Moderna, Pfizer, and maybe some other liability-immune transnational dope dealers have a “vaccine!” It’s all over the news, really, and it must be very important. Hence, I suggest the following very important people take the “vaccine” before any of the rest of the not-so-important people:
I’ll stop there. In the interests of avoiding the appearance of eugenic advocacy, I’ll just recommend that anyone stupid enough or foolish enough to want the “vaccine” take it. However, if you have any doubts, please consider the following.
Why is a “vaccine” needed for an obvious hoax, unleashed by the usual suspects for typical reasons? A hoax that was planned and prepared for before it emerged?
How is a “vaccine” developed for a hoax item that has never been seen, isolated, microscoped, or sequenced? For a hoax that is an obvious re-labeling of existing illnesses and which, independently, is statistically insignificant and harmless? For a hoax propelled during a year of predicted declining overall deaths?
How could a “vaccine” be developed so quickly given that other, real vaccines take decades to create? What happened to years of FDA testing? Why is a leading microbiologist warning the “vaccine” is dangerous? Why did the CDC, which has not isolated or sequenced the underlying hoax, develop a 75-page plan for implementing and tracking the “vaccine” before it was even announced?
Who, besides Joe Biden, trusts a “vaccine” allegedly developed under the guise of a program named after a hokey TV show? Who, besides Joe Biden, trusts a “vaccine” from people with a depopulation agenda and an agenda to control the survivors, and who have previously engaged in Frankenstein medical experiments? Why do the proposed front-line “most at risk” recipients look a lot like those the globos consider undesirable?
Why are the makers of this “vaccine” endowed with total immunity for any and all liability? What about side effects? What about post-”vaccination” supercharging caused by wild hoax encounters? Why are the international dope dealers readily admitting to placenta inhibition and potential infertility? Why is Pfizer’s chairman saying the “vaccine” might not slow hoax transmission?
Who in his right mind trusts the same liars who have lied about everything forever? And, since they have blanket immunity, will the international drug dealers kindly release their internal discussions and communications about the “vaccine” in advance? (“No!” is the answer there).
These questions and others might be worth pondering before one rolls up the sleeve. Until the foregoing persons and groups are “vaccinated” and survive (fingers crossed, right?) and until the underlying hoax is proven to exist, I recommend the following people NOT be “vaccinated:”
Now, in the extreme scenario that some seek to forcibly mandate the “vaccine” for the masses, either via the government or corporate coercion, I have a counter plan. I have discovered an injectable vaccine for the “vaccine” demanders! I think .30-06 FMJs should be sufficient to cure this plague. We’re all in this together … against them. We can and will defeat this most visible enemy. And we can and will have a better 2021. Well, some of us. More on that sooner than later. Back to the real normal!
26 Thursday Nov 2020
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The 2020 Thanksgiving Column
Your author will be the first to admit that 2020 has been one of the strangest and possibly the most alarming years in memory. And, this is coming from a man who has seen some doozies this past decade or so.
By way of a little recap, we’ve had, just since January:
Yeah, so it’s been a little rough. And … Yours truly is happy about and thankful for all of it!
First, the shining independent, ordinary moments. I concluded, early, early this winter, my great experiment in public “school” education. I succeeded as they failed, confirmation of my grand theories. HOMESCHOOL!!! Then, almost out of the blue, Freedom Prepper returned with a vengeance. What started as old-school site work soon transformed into a budding media empire. I didn’t know it to start, but I have a video and podcast show, which now allows me direct interaction with the real American heroes out there. We also sell one hell of a coffee bean. TPC marches along, a bit slower than it did, but relentlessly. There’s a new project. Times being what they are, I keep writing fiction, lately venturing into the rewarding and imaginative world of the non-polemical. And, I have a new reason to love (South) Eastern Europe.
Now, here’s why I find satisfaction in the more tedious developments of this plague of an annum. Around twenty-five years ago, I suspected that things in my nation were going astray. I naturally figured this was some still-to-come distant unfolding, perhaps akin to something out of a dystopian novel. While I was a good two decades ahead of the curve – and many still don’t or can’t see a certain writing on a certain wall – I was a bit late in my realization. It wasn’t entirely my fault, as the America I thought I knew had essentially ceased to exist even before I was born. In life, such things happen. Fast-forwarding to more recent years, I began to notice serious structural problems here and there, more than a few trends, and I began to formulate theories (laughingly, I surmise escape plans might have been a better calculation, though there’s yet time for that – and, now, a destination). Bit by bit, I eased my way out of the mainstream and the popular (how it’s popular, I do not know) culture. After becoming what amounts to an extraverted hermit, I was given to second-guessing, as people sometimes are. 2020 cured that.
This was the first time, the first year that I called a new hoax in real-time. Others, to their great credit, have done the same. However, the great majority have done what great majorities are wont to do – falling hard and fully for whatever they’ve been told. Had everyone rejected the new lies from the same, usual lying sources, the past ten or eleven months would have been far smoother. “Smooth,” we know, does not necessarily equal “good.” But, instead, they followed the commands of their mid-witted-at-best and satanically-evil-at-worse leaders and betters and influencers (whatever the hell those are) and led us down the COVIDian path to the present.
I have made the right calls! Knowing my road lies apart from the bulk and that I will never sink to their worldview or fearful reactionary existence has freed me in a wonderful, gratifying manner. While I love (many of) them, I have almost nothing in common with the preponderance of the people. And while I really and truly wish them well, as well as their ways will allow them to accomplish, I see no need to continue a pointless association. We’re parting ways, with or without any real separation, and we will all be the better and the happier for it. At least, I will. Hell, I already am! And, for this great confirmation, I owe much to the year of the lord of this earth, Corona 2019+1. Never did the words of Saint Paul the Apostle ring truer: “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV). In all things, especially those things that might appear harsher or more difficult, give thanks.
And so I do!
In advance, I’m already giving thanks for what comes next year and in those soon to follow. As America, my home, was upended and diluted, so too will be the United States polity. The process, already in progress, will be challenging, but the longer and more arduous the walk, the better the scenery, right? As many lives become more complicated, I’d like mine to simplify even further. As dystopia unfolds, let new novels be written. As the more lies are told, so let the search for truth continue. And, for what it’s worth, I’m most happy to know who’s been behind the tumult and who’s abetted him and them.
We, meaning me, you the heritage Westerns, and all the rest, have our work, differing or similar, cut out for us. Let’s meet it head-on. Let’s start by being as thankful as once were the sons and daughters of England in the New World. May Peace be upon you.
13 Friday Nov 2020
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Let’s try this! Last week’s (in my opinion) sad short column was a hit. I sometimes get a contact or two in the wake of decent pontification, but it’s rare to receive a call from a well-connected Washingtonian type concerning the novelty and prescience of my hypothetical ponderings. And, no, I didn’t expect either the Senate Armed Services Committee or the Pentagram to think about reality. Alternatively, and before moving on, if all else fails, I will take possession of the nukes.
Moving on! Here are a few self-serving announcements which I’m confident you’ll find helpful.
Prepper Post News
I have a pod and videocast. Well, it turns out that I already had one though I did not know it. They were taking my daily news briefs and having a robot read them. Patron protests brought me in as the host. Soon, I hope to have a real studio for this endeavor. Find that, a daily commentary on some of the more interesting items in the news, from a charming if subdued ultra-right nationalistic perspective, Monday through Friday at:
I think it appears elsewhere, but that is beyond my pay grade. This platform will also allow exploration of weightier topics in a format most friendly in this post-literate age.
A sample:
We’re trying to build the following while appeasing the SJW demons, which is as hard as it sounds. As-is, we’ve grown a small but vocal list of fans who greatly contribute via the comments section under the videos. If you join, please consult my instructions on the 11/12 and 11/13 posts. (If you bring us spam, things may not go so well).
Yes, some of you may be aware that we have already run into a healthy dose of old-fashioned censorship. YouTube blocked one video, I think because of the title (which I do not assign) – although it’s impossible to discern since they don’t tell you. And, also not of my doing because I’m not there, we (Freedom Prepper) have hit a snag at Mark Zuckerbook’s low-IQ spy and misinformation publishing site, Farceberg.
To counteract and circumvent these problems, we will soon launch,
Freedom Prepper Community!
This will be a forum for all things prepping and general news. However, it is my understanding that it may quickly morph into a more universal information and social media platform. I have a tentative link, but it’s so tentative that I’ll just hold that. You can sign up for updates HERE. There’s much more to come on that front and it is approaching rapidly.
We’re already plastered across all the mainstream socials – even TikTok! I didn’t know about that until recently – you can imagine my reaction. But, again, it is a way to reach an audience. Do not look for me anywhere other than the videos and the coming forums. Blah, blah, blah, it’s the beginning of a media empire. Watch out FAUX News!
Now, here is the part I’m most excited about!
Freedom Roasters Coffee!!!
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It may not be fully operational yet, but HERE’S THE COFFEE SITE!
The process starts with the beautiful beans, carefully selected by yours truly, and the prepper elves deep in the jungles of an undisclosed country which might be Columbia.
A little green they are. So, they get roasted to perfection.
High-tech shit with smoke suppression! And, here’s how they come out:
That’s about as perfect as beans get! No, as of my writing time I have not tasted them. But, a sample batch is allegedly in the mail. I’ll have more soon, just as I have assurances that they are terrific. You’ll want to order by the case, no doubt.
The beans, whole or ground, will arrive in a container, of course. Those are in prototype development at the moment, though they should look something like this:
By the way, custom coffee mugs are being crafted even as we speak. Order a dozen!
Now, on the bags, there’s going to be a little space for a prepper-ish saying. Think of it as a series similar to the “Blue Star” factoids on the labels of Newcastle beer bottles. I’ve already drafted about two dozen of those; you’ll see them soon enough.
Enough! Enough of this stand-in, stalling, rambling excuse for a column, right? Hey, I understand you people had another fun election. I’ll bet you’re so happy about and not at all confused by the outcome. I’ll have more to say – though maybe not much beyond what I’ve already long-since said – after the … what do you call it? – after the legal certification thing. Then, we’ll be moving on to a bright, happy 2021! Well, you’ll move where they tell you; I’ll be in a production studio surrounded by coffee bags.
Next week, a look at the sewing machine crisis ongoing in Pakistan. Until then…
