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>On Politics, Activism And Blog Content

2 Jun

>I’ve been mostly talkin’ about small, personal things of late and there’s a reason for it. No, I haven’t given up, quite the reverse.

I think there’s a tsunami coming. While Claire is talking hyperinflation in the linked post, I wouldn’t bet against a long, slow downhill slide instead of an abrupt change of slope. I don’t see much recognition of the problem from the or the leading and lesser lights of either party (except, perhaps, R0n P4u1) and no grasp whatsoever of the magnitude of the current and likely future problem.

There’s not much I can do about it. Help keep Roseholme stocked with long-term storable foods and drygoods, assist in gardening as much as I can (we are woefully behind; though Tam claims to not have much of a green thumb, she’s a veritable Mother Nature compared to me: I’ve got more of a brass thumb).

I don’t think sign-waving or writing to Congresscritters will help. Nor is it the kind of issue that could be fixed by a few strategic “rooftop vetoes.” Can’t fix it at the ballot box, either; while I’d like to think a healthy outcome of Bad Times would be a greater diversity of choices for voters, that won’t happen until (unless) things have already gone bad — at which point any Huey Long promising a new car in every pot plus two chickens in the garage is liable to drown out opponents with notions for a long-term solution.

So I’m keeping the knives sharp, the pantry stocked and ammunition on hand; I’ve got my sewing machine and leatherworking kit, electronics workshop and vehicle repair tools (I’m stocking scooter parts as I can. With gas over $4.00 a gallon again, it’s a better choice than any car). I hope to get by. I stopped thinking about retirement a long time ago; the dirty, class-war commies of AARP have started sending me their nasty little invites (pathetically early: “Give me the middle-aged adult and I’ll own the senior citizen,” perhaps?) but for my generation there is unlikely to be any easy dozing on the porch; Social Security will be bankrupt or its dollars valueless, other retirement funds eaten away by inflation; marketable skills are the only thing I know to hold real value — and many of those become less relevant as technology shifts (when was the last time you saw a TV repair shop?) .

Thus I talk about things closer to home, down to earth. Simple joys like the antics of a cat. When the politicians are on something of interest, like firearm laws or other Constitutionally-protected activities, I comment. I’m not going to try to tell you how to get out of this mess, ‘cos I have no idea.

Water runs downhill and the two big parties sweat over diverting it a few degrees to the left or right, both hotly denying it’ll ever reach bottom. They’re dreaming but the nightmare will be ours. No Congressman will miss a meal, no bureaucrat, nobody in the Executive or Judicial branches is gonna have to choose between the gas bill and the electric bill. I strongly suspect for the rest of us, if that’s as bad as it ever gets, that’ll be a good outcome.


>Buy A Wheelbarrow: Hyperinflation Forecast

26 May

>Unhappy thoughts:

“The […] crises of the last four years only have been precursors to the coming Great Collapse: a hyperinflationary great depression. Such will encompass a complete collapse in the purchasing power of the U.S. dollar; a collapse in the normal stream of U.S. commercial and economic activity […].”

Read Claire Wolf’s quick take or the whole article from Shadow Statistics. The indicators do not look good; anyone who’s been buying groceries this Spring knows the prices are higher every week, while the Feds and The Fed keep claimin’ prosperity is right around the corner.

Yeah, it is, holding a rusty .32 revolver and gettin’ ready to ask for whatever’s in your pockets.

I’m pretty sure there’s no hidin’ in the basement until this one’s blown over.

>Collectible Heinlein

11 May

>Via Turk Turon: Partial Farnham’s Freehold manuscript for sale at Amazon. –For more than I pay for cars.

Time are tough. –Submitted in evidence: high-pressure auto salesmanship hits Claire Wolfe’s small town. (I’m no fun for car salesbeings any more; I hit the lot, ask to see the three cheapest used cars — having already found them online, if possible — and if any of them pass muster on the test drive, refuse to talk anything but price. The most recent car was even simpler, a classified ad that was already well within my target range, sold by a “semi-pro” working out of his own driveway. Hey, car salescritters have to eat, too, but too many of ’em are smarmy about earnin’ the wherewithal; you’ve got to game them right back to get anywhere. Oooo, the slime; it’s a good thing I saved back some Boraxo).

>Brazen Burglary?

23 Apr

>More like ferrous! The headline says it all: Indiana police investigate theft of railroad tracks.

Times are indeed tough — even if you have enough heavy machinery and sheer effrontery steal railroad tracks.

>We’re Doomed! Doomed!

12 Dec

>…Hell of it is, we probably are. Stansberry and Associates are creating controversy and turning a tidy profit by telling you about it as a way of selling subscriptions to their service; and since it’s prognostication, who’s to say he’s wrong? Trouble is, they have a mildly mixed reputation; when the first Google return for your name that isn’t you contains fighting words like “scam,” I gotta suggest the ol’ emptor might wanna grain of caveat or two.

On the other hand — the U. S. Dollar is in sad straits and fixing to become sadder, even with tough ol’ Ron Paul on course to be chairing the committee that has oversight on the bureaucrats who advise the Fed on– aw, we’re doomed: onions have fewer layers.

You do need to have half a year’s food set back (we’re three months shy at Roseholme) and water, too (OMG, we have maybe a month); and though it is flat over the long term, gold has the advantage of holding purchasing power while the value of cash money plummets. (There’s people swear by silver, which is way below the famous 16:1 ratio. Spin the wheel if you can afford it, I guess). And do those things not because doom is imminently imminent but because it is never all that far away; one winter storm, one tornado, one major illness or accident, one layoff can have you digging into your reserves and getting through — if you have them.

Interestingly, as talk of a Coming Collapse or Greater Depression-Like-Thingie (GDLT, you read it here first, folks) is bandied about, I’ve been reading a very apt “seminal book of libertarian thought” that few folks seem to have read: Rose Wilder Lane’s The Discovery of Freedom. (Go to Tam’s Amazon link, buy a copy. You won’t be sorry).

Ms. Lane’s thesis, at least in the early going, is that while Government may be inevitable, it is invariably self-destructive as well; for every “service” a government renders past the bare minimum takes away energy that could be put to productive use; Government must inevitably grow to survive (since it accrues layer upon layer); and although “…there is a natural limit to the amount of human energy that Government can waste…,” but “because men in Government are using…force, they have no means of knowing what this natural limit is.” [Lane, op. cit. p 54, italics in the original].

She opines that societies only grow and prosper when Government is kept small enough that productive effort is not hampered; once Government has got big enough to meddle in economic activity, real progress comes to an end and they coast on past glories, eating up more and more productive capacity in parasitic routine until things fall apart. Government is simply a very complex self-unpowering machine that happens to provide police and courts.

Like that. Only with a lot more steps between “go” and “stopped.”

>Mike Wallace Interviews Ayn Rand

31 Oct

>Why, she has neither horns nor fangs! And she predicts…umm, pretty much the mess we’ve got. Have a look.

>Did They Say That?

22 Oct

>Congressional candidate Dan Coats is running a commercial about his Democratic opponent, incumbent, Brad Ellsworth.

Now Brad is, at best, a freshman wheelhorse, a pretty face who has voted along party lines since he got in. I don’t much like him.

Mr. Coats, on the other hand, is a kind of carpetbagger, who heard the GOP was having trouble coming up with a candidate and hustled back to the state he left for warmer/better-paying climes years ago. I’m not so fond of him, either.

Still, I did not think he’d sign off on so flagrant a monument to stupid as his latest the-other-guy-is-bad ad, in which we learn the wicked, wicked Ellsworth, “…voted to force seniors out of Medicare and into government-run health care!”

Er, Dan? Dan? Medicare? So what’s it, then, if not gummint-run health care?

More frikkin’ New-Dealism, which seems to be written in stone, etched so deeply nobody in the the two parties dares to question it even as they look askance at programs with the exact same kind of intent and wider scope. At least they won’t ’til it all goes smash and finishes taking the economy down with it, at which point they’ll blame each other a little and us voters a lot.

I’m sure glad there’s a Libertarian in that race.