I recall several years ago, Oldsmobile, a product of General Motors, attempted to remake the image of Oldsmobile. For decades Oldsmobile assumed the identity of being an automobile designed and manufactured for “old people”, real or imagined. Prior to the halting of production of Oldsmobile cars, the company took on an advertising campaign in which they plastered the advertising world with the logo: This is not your father’s Oldsmobile. Needless to say, the ad campaign failed and Oldsmobile could not be marketed to the general automobile-buying public and thus contributed to the failure of the building of any more of the cars.
America, for decades, assumed an identity of being a country designed for everyone. It became the greatest nation on earth, a land of freedom “of” and not freedom “from”. Rights were respected and efforts of all were geared toward making the country better and stronger with more opportunities from everyone, not the hate mongering, divisive, corrupt element that overwhelms this nation; one that treads on rights.
Real or imagined America is not your fathers’ country. This advertising campaign has worked. For some the change is real and with that reality comes a vision of an appalling disfigurement, a country unappealing, repugnant and oppressive. For those who don’t see it that way, perhaps you are the ones who have actively sought to make this country what it has become and you like it. If you think the America of today is the same or better than the America of my father, you are part of the problem.
Are you seeing it? Are your eyes open? Still in denial? Don’t want to see what is real, the results of your labor?
I had to go out this morning. While I was out, I decided to stop at several stores in the area and check on the availability of ammunition. There is none and each clerk or store owner told me the same thing; “I haven’t any idea when we will be getting a shipment in.”
I am 60-years old. I don’t recall ever in my lifetime that ammunition of every caliber was not available. How about you? And why is that?
There is another trend taking place that smart people have probably already noticed and blind and brainwashed people wouldn’t even want to see if they could.
While I was out, like I always do when I go into a grocery store, department store, sporting goods store, flea market or yard sale, I looked for survival items and special deals on food stuff that can be put in my storage closet for survival. When there is a good deal, I buy it and take it home to add to my supply, including ammunition.
These common items, if you are a “survivalist” you know what they are, are beginning to show signs of shortages. I commonly see empty shelves where once there was an abundance. Why is that do you suppose?
This is not your father’s America, that is why!
While I was in Wal-Mart, I also roamed the aisles, after checking the ammo department, and grabbed a few items that were priced pretty good, threw them in my cart and headed for the checkout. Now, I am one who believes that NOTHING happens by random chance. Such was the case this morning. As I pushed my cart along the aisle looking for a line to get in, I was about to fall into the shortest of the long lines that had formed at each register. I glanced one more time around and standing in the middle of all this mess of people was a cashier looking directly at me and waving her arms and hands to come to her register because there was nobody there. I mean seriously. You should have been there and seen it. It was almost weird.
I waved back and scurried with my cart over to her register. We exchanged pleasantries and to be honest I did not think all that much about the oddity that with all the people, this lady had nobody in her line and singled me out. It was not until after what happened next that I realized this was not happenstance.
I’ll tell you exactly what I had in my cart: paper plates, 6 packages of Ramen noodles, a bulk package of macaroni and cheese and 2, 1-pound bags of black beans. I placed them on the counter.
Eventually the cashier asks of me, “Now, what are you doing with all these beans?”
I personally do not think that buying 2, 1-pound bags of black beans constitutes “all these beans,” but I went along with it. (She should see my closet.)
I replied, “I’m not sure you would believe me or even understand if I told you.”
She looked at me a bit puzzled and then I thought to myself that this was a great opportunity to tell her and if nothing more, catch a reaction or get her to thinking.
“I am buying much of this stuff just to add to my stockpile of survival food. This country and the world, for that matter are going to hell in a hand basket, and I plan on at least having some food and other supplies ahead of time for me and my family when food becomes short in supply,” I answered. “And, I need to be able to protect my property.”
She looked at me and winked and began telling me that her son, who lives in California, sends her money periodically with instructions to “stock up.” And then she says, “Well, I believe the Lord will take care of us.”
I answered back, “I believe that too. That is why He has opened my eyes and given me all the right things to read, research and learn about and why I am here today buying food to plan ahead. He’s taking care of me. This isn’t my idea!”
Also during our brief encounter, I shared that America is not the country of my father and not the one I grew up in and brought up the fact that their sporting goods department was void of ammunition to sell and that this was one of the indications that something was not right. People are scared and at perhaps no other time in American history have so many people felt so insecure and unsettled about their own future and that of this country.
As I am exchanging ideas and information with this woman, a middle-aged woman who was behind me in line, kept edging closer and closer in order to hear what we were saying. I finally looked directly in her eyes and she asked, “Are you serious about all this?”
“Very,” I replied. “But do I look worried about it? Get ready because I believe it is coming to this country soon.”
Leaving the store, it was obvious this entire event was not happenstance. I was put in that lady’s check out line deliberately and I was thankful that I had spoken up and shared what and when I did.
America has lost its identity. The corrupt leadership of this nation and around the globe is determined to convince us that what was my father’s America, is no longer any good. They have stopped production on that brand and we are being directed to buy something foreign made.
Get ready!…………………………….or laugh at me.
