I’m Going To Hibernate For Awhile – TSHTF is here…

I’m going to stop posting for now. I’m not sure whats going on out there but things are truly fuckobazzoo. Banks are stinking something awful, gas and gold are climbing fast, hell everything is going up on a weekly basis. A roll of fence wire goes up 5 bucks every time I go get one, and nails, fence staples, anything steel is climbing like I’ve never seen before.

The Shit Is Hitting The Fan.

I’ve got a few minutes a day to surf cryptogon, the life after the oil crash board, and a couple other sites for some updates on the world at large as it implodes but I need to be spending serious time gardening and finalizing preps for the collapse. I’ve blathered on a lot over the last year about how it’s all gonna come apart but I just got real quiet the other day when I felt like something out there snapped. Our society has been wound way too tight and I think something just snapped way up the food chain of the global elite. They’ve gathered all the wealth they can under the radar, got into position to suck up the rest when it all comes apart, and I believe they decided the time to pull the trigger is now.

The Shrub had that “busted” look on him when he was asked about reports and data that point to 4 buck a gallon gasoline before the summer driving season comes around. That total bullshit look as he said “oh, I haven’t heard about that” – those fuckers know whats up. They know it’s coming apart at the seams

I sold some gold to buy fencewire, posts, staples and nails the other day. Gold was 950 an ounce and today it’s 970. I’ll kick myself for unloading it in a month or so when it’s 1200, but that roll of wire will have gone from 97 bucks to 117. If it will even be available… Gold will go up faster than hard assets will – probably a 3 or 4 month lag time for prices to catch up. I also expect gold and silver to drop way below what they are today after an idiot spike, and since my hoard was acquired at 9 dollar silver and 450 gold after a spike and a 75% drop I’ll still be even.

When a chicken will bring 8 bucks at the sale barn (those chick in the post awhile back – sold them last week for $3.50 apiece!!!) rolls of chicken wire are better than shiny metal buried in the yard. I got 5 dairy goats getting ready to come into milk and at 4 bucks a gallon (today – next month it will be 4.50) fencing off that lush vetch pasture is gonna out perform the $20 St. Gaudins that I sold for 95% of spot melt price (cash – no taxes, no questions). And since time is money it’s costing a healthy chunk of change to be pecking away at comrade simba dot com when planting season is rolling around and a fucking head of lettuce is a buck and green onions are 1.29 a bunch. And nobody bitches about my eggs at 1.50 a dozen.

I’m going to drop yahoo as my web host and see if I can’t get the blog and message board onto a free host site. The 12 bucks a month needs to go to shovel and other tool handles. I got a bad feeling that I could get caught flat footed when the balloon goes up, and though I’m better off than 80% of the population at large I think the plan is for only 5% to survive the die off / kill off.

And so, guys and gals, no more new posts here. I’ll check the comments regularly and yak in there. The message board- http://www.csimba.com/compost/ -will stay up though I’m going to purge some shit in there. If I have anything to say I’ll post in the open forum.

The ground is dry enough to work today. It’s peas and onion time.

So long… and thanks for playing.

Power to the peoples, man, power to the peoples.

comrade simba

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Deep Ecology MoFoes

Earth First – 1 Clint Renner Logging – 0

The local sawmill burned to the ground last week. Now, since Clint is a common as cornbread, big hearted church going country folk without an enemy in the world I suspect this is the work of deep ecology eco-warriors. Fire lit up at 1:30 am on a Sunday night, and he said that it wasn’t localized and spread out – it torched up the whole perimeter at once. Not an insurance job, either – poor sob didn’t have any.

So I’m cleaning out and scavenging “unmarketable” lumber destined for the burn pile and some things began to strike me as way too fucked up. First, the guy who lives in the trailer house Clint hauled onto the property (to enhance security) woke up to the sound of fire trucks. The fucko bazzoo? He still lives in the trailer. I’da has his ass out in the yard tied up to a post making him watch me set fire to all his furniture and possessions. I’m a dick that way. Secondly, Trailer Guy has a dog cooped up in a tiny dog run. The logpile is between the dog and the sawmill. No barkie at things that go bump in the night. And lastly, I’m hauling out massive amounts of lumber, blocks of dried hardwood walnut, nice dried out slabs that didn’t get burned up in the burn pile but seasoned out for sure – And I notice that the trailer house has a 500 gallon propane tank hooked up to it!!! WTF?
Ya live next to a hardwood sawmill and burn propane to heat your house? Staggers the imagination…

So, here’s a couple of pics of my bonanza:

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Yea, yea, the yards a mess. That’s Playland. The rest of the place is pretty spiffy. ‘Cuz everything gets dumped in playland.

So I have a huge supply of rough sawn walnut farm lumber. Building a house for Three Dollar Pig, and I’ll finish the huge 3 bin compost bin as soon as it quits goddamn raining – sheesh I hate February. I now have the lumber for all the gates I wanna make, pearlings and whalers for the greenhouse-to-be, nailers for the smoke house etc etc.

But I’d gladly give it all back if Clint’s sawmill could come back to life. Some thing just suck too bad for words. Torching a small family owned and operated sawmill ain’t gonna stop one damn tree from being cut down.

And here’s the bashed and crashed pickup of mine jus’ ‘cuz

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239,000 miles and doesn’t use a drop of oil. And when an idiot hit me the insurance totaled it out for a thousand bucks and I bought the salvage for 150. Two hours with a rubber mallet beating out the dents and a 10 dollar junkyard headlight bucket and good to go. I can’t remember how the bumper got fucked up though, and I don’t even drink any more…

How the bastards do it

http://www.rainbowbody.net/Finalempire/FEchap5.htm“Empire culture and the industrial system are inherently centralizing and simplifying forces. When the Green Revolution moves into a country it must have large acreages so that it can achieve “economies of scale,” meaning simply that within the mass production system it is cheaper, on a per unit basis, to produce a large amount of one item, than it is to produce only one of those items. This means that self-supporting, subsistence agriculture families in the area must move to the periphery, attempt to farm the hillsides and gain occasional labor on the new industrial farm. This means that the hold of the colonial elite grows stronger on the population that is no longer self-sufficient. This means also that the hold of the international political/financial system grows on the colonial elite. Either large loans or opening the country up to the transnational corporations are necessary to start the industrial agricultural system because the factors of production must be shipped in, the trucks, the seed, the irrigation works, the fertilizers and the other components. Because of the huge capital investments needed for industrial agriculture, the chances are good that the country will ultimately be forced into the hands of the international bankers for loans. When the system is well established and the indigenous population is heavily in debt, (in the tradition of the more advanced First World farmers), then the international banking system will send in teams of bankers to administer the government’s economic planning and will promote austerity measures that milk the population for interest money to send to the imperial capitals. As the farm system centralizes and the profit making industrial farmer takes more land, homelessness increases. The phenomena of cities exploding as people are forced out of the countryside is a familiar one in industrial societies. This trend is now particularly serious in the Third World where there is a low level of industrial infrastructure in urban areas. As the “labor saving” machinery is brought in, unemployment increases and people are forced to work at a lower wage under worse conditions. As the production of food increases with the industrial system, the people grow hungrier because much of the food is now in the international system. The food is grown for export to bring in hard currencies to repay loans, purchase manufacturing equipment for the industrial centers and consumer items for the colonial elite- not to buy food for the poor. A major point must be emphasized, the calculation of how much food a country grows has nothing to do with how well fed the people of that country are. The important question in the industrial system is how much money people have to buy food. The international flow of protein goes to the First World countries; they have the money to bid for the food.”

Update – 98 Cent Bell Pepper…

And I thought the 50 cent one I saw a couple of weeks ago was ridiculous. WTF is going on? A chump head of cabbage was a buck fifty. Onions 88 cents a pound, with wheat selling for 20 bucks a bushel. So it’s no great mystery to me why the american diet is primarily high fructose corn syrup.

They are killing off the population. All the “petroleum people” raised and fed by the corporations. Consumer = poison repository. By air, land and sea. Our houses and buildings are toxic chipboard and vinyl constructs, our clothing made by slave labor, our work is tab A into slot B, and leisure activity means putting more debt on the credit card.

I gave the neighbors 8 tomato seedlings today so they don’t spend 88 cents apiece at Vole-Mart come spring for some hybrid “what Monsanto wants you to grow” (and buy again next year) tomato. I’ll give them pepper plants next week. I don’t want to have to get into the education realm with them – why you should shit in a bucket and rip out the garbage disposal since I gave you some fucking chickens. I better provide them with the natural pesticide I use sparingly so they don’t have a giant Seven Dust party and finish off the rest of the bees. Here’s hyssop and thyme for your cabbage plants. No need to spray. People whose kids say yuk to fresh goats milk even when it’s free. What the hell, they get free milk from the food stamp program anyway. Trucked in. Refrigerator storage. Plastic carton. Lousy working conditions for the cows, broke farmers, bored, listless dairy plant workers just going through the motions all for the sake of Hiland Dairy stockholders sittin’ pretty. The only possible improvement would be to find a way to exploit some third worlders.

It’s all shit. Goats piss on their bedding when they get up in the morning. Soaks down during the day and the nitrogen activates with the straw starting the compost process – heat generates, goats get warmth at night. Humans shit, flush it “away” with drinking water, douse it with chlorine and dump it in the creek for the town downstream to pipe into their potable water lines. Stupid stupid stupid. How many times did the toilet flush during the town council meeting about the dire water shortage?

In you go folks, this way to the soylent green hopper.

Incubator

I don’t golf, boat, or have a fascination with video games so I tend to spend stupid amounts of money of goofy shit like $375 incubators…

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R-Com 20 incubator, holds 18 chicken eggs and I get 95% hatch rates. Turns them every hour, maintains temp within 1 degree, and humidity stays where you want it to be. Just fill it up with water once a week and hope the power doesn’t go out. On day 18 turn off the egg turner and two or three days later everybody starts popping out. Then I put the chicks in a big cat litter box under a light bulb in the kitchen for a couple of days before moving them into the basement in winter, or the chicken side of the barn in summer.

The little chick on the left popped out 3 minutes before I snapped the pic. The one on the right is a couple of hours old. The egg on the upper right is the one that didn’t hatch. The egg was full of runny goo and no sign of a developing embryo so I guess it wasn’t fertile.

Here’s the math – $2.25 in eggs, $2.00 electricity, $4.00 in gas to the sale barn where the chicks bring in 2 bucks apiece – $27 after commission. Profit= $18.75. That’s 3 sacks of corn for the mamas and the papas. And happiness is a bunch of little peepers in the kitchen…