Sick, Dirty Thoughts

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From The Dream Report, issued for free by John L Peterson at The Arlington Institute:

Grandmother came in a dream: “There is no more money left in the United States. It’s all overseas. It’s all gone. The big stores are closing. They are empty and dark. The trucks don’t run. People are hungry and upset. They don’t understand what happened to the money. This is worse than the Depression. Be careful, there may be Army in the streets. Lie low. Honey, people are growing gardens in their yards to eat. You need to know how to do this. Chickens and rabbits. You need to prepare. The money is gone.”

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It's a poor photo, it's an ugly white trash fix, but I feel obligated to promote any DIY, creative initiative that I come across in this materialistic, throw-away society.  Why?  Because one day when the strip malls are burning and money is what we all wipe our unwashed asses with, we may have to improvise to survive. So here you have it, the free & effective bicycle fender made from a 2-liter bottle and tape:

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 I am probably a survivalist because I have a fractured & destroyed inner self, and I am projecting my own desolate inner landscape onto the external world around me.  But in spite of that, I do not find life in today's world particularly satisfying.  It seems downright dangerous, living the way we do, dependent on money alone to provide us with all we need.  I would much rather have my own mini-farm and be self-reliant, than slog thru my days as a wage-slave.  How satisfying and fulfilling it would be to be in touch with my own survival, my own livelihood!  All I really want are a few acres in the woods for my hippie homestead, and some spiritual, capable, well-armed friends.  And I would also like to learn to turn into a bird, but that is beside the point.

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The Wasteland Weekend looks kind of silly, but kind of fun.  It's a Mad Max-themed weekend in the SoCal desert.  Costumes are required and participants are encouraged to Max-out their vehicles, too, so-to-speak.  Honestly, it looks more fun than Burning Man.  Sometimes a man needs to get his truck out in the sand and wear black and party and pretend he's fighting for gasoline, and that's that.  Even hippies have this need.  FFS, if my friends don't bail I'm going in September.  I'll tell you how it went.

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