June 18, 2019

Welding With Jumper Cables and a Pair of Batteries

VIDEO: Great information for those who spend great deal of time in the bush.

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North Pond Hermit

Last week a story broke out of Maine about a man, who at the age of 20, decided one day to just walk into the woods and disappear. 27 years later, he was arrested for stealing food and other supplies from a nearby camp for disabled people.

It’s a fascinating, bizarre and inexplicable story of a man who built himself a compound on the side of a hill in the dense forest and eluded law enforcement for 27 years. Everything he needed for survival he stole; mostly from camps nearby and surrounding North Pond. He averaged about 40 break-ins a year and a favorite target, Pine Tree Camp, was where he got caught.

There appears to have immediately developed the somewhat romantic sympathy among the people for a man “living the life” away from it all and of course being able to elude the strong arm of the law, never hurting another, other than taking what didn’t belong to him. Cheering for the underdog came to an end last week.

He didn’t know why he walked into the woods one day or much of everything else he did.

He talked one time briefly to another human during the 27 years.

There was quite a legend that had been amassed over the years as over 300 camps and seasonal residences within walking distance of his wilderness compound were at the North Pond Hermit’s disposal and regardless of the perpetuated myths of this man, hermit, thief, and hero, law enforcement couldn’t catch him…..or never really tried. It took 27 years before one Maine Warden thought up the idea of an alarm system that would notify him when someone had broken into the Pine Tree Camp.

BRILLIANT! And that’s where Christopher Knight, known as a nerd in high school, met his capture.

And it only took a few hours before Troy Bennett composed a song about the “North Pond Hermit” and it appears below on video.

The North Pond Hermit from Troy R. Bennett on Vimeo.

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I Put in the Old Man’s Soup of Survival???

I would like to try something here that requires readers’ participation. Perhaps some of you remember the childhood game of “Old Man’s Soup”, or not. In the game each person gets to add something to the soup and before the next person can add their ingredient they must accurately repeat all the other ingredients added prior to. I’ll dispense with the repeating of the previous items to be added.

What I would like to do is to have readers add one or more items that they consider important that people should have on hand for, well, just in case. Perhaps when adding your items you can assess and share with readers the purpose and the degree of importance or severity of projected need. I’ll explain.

Where I live, in hurricane territory, we are taught to keep a certain list of items in the ready including non perishable foods for 6 days, plus water. These items are good to have on hand but certainly do not account for a prolonged food shortage, major disaster or perhaps even an economic collapse. And then there’s the “when the shit hits the fan scenario” of survival.

With that in mind, many items are good and a brief explanation as to why and what you are planning for is helpful. Please list your ideas below in the comments section. If I get a good enough response on this, I will take the items and put them into a more usable list and post them to this website for people to download and save if they would like.

I will start by saying that for short or long term disasters, I have a relatively small plastic, air tight container in which I keep my most valuable and important papers, i.e. birth certificates, deeds, titles, etc. These are ready in case I need to mobilize quickly I can grab and go.

Now it’s your turn.

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Real or Imagined, America Has Changed

wake-up-americaI 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.

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I Ate My Dog For Homework

Two things in play in our society today and one of them dominates all others. The second issue is that our society struggles to laugh at themselves and find humor in things where humor is intended to be found. The first and most dominant point of departure is hypocrisy.

Hypocrisy reveals myriad things in a society, one of which is the manifestation of people’s incompetency to make legitimate judgements about much of anything worthwhile. Hypocrisy is dishonesty and when we exemplify that we are also showing the world our anger and hatred, all of which drives our bias.

A current example playing out in this nation is the joke telling dealing with the topic of President Barack Obama’s revelation that when he was a kid growing up in Indonesia he ate dog. Do rational people care about this beyond the obvious, that either the president’s family was poor and that’s all they could afford or eating dog was acceptable table fare?

Even though I think we as a people are losing our ability to laugh, I still believe that existing in a society that considers laughing healthy, we have always had a strong yen for humor. Once, every comedian and late night talk show host made gobs of money telling jokes about presidents. We all laughed no matter who was in the White House. Of course some presidents became better targets of the quipsters, mostly dependent upon what they did or said. I even recall impersonators like Rich Little, who struggled to impersonate some presidents and then got plenty of mileage from others, sometimes by just the simple way they looked or the tone and quality of their voice. Think of the actor John Wayne, who had a distinct walk and a voice to go with it.

Today, people too often tend to limit their laughter based on political bias. This is where the hypocrisy comes into play. A joke about George Bush may make some laugh and others not, taking offense that they are being made fun of or that somehow it’s not fair. If the same comedian told a joke about Barack Obama, the roles become reversed. Don’t misunderstand me here. This hypocrisy swings in all directions and the worst kind is that coming from those who refuse to recognize it for what it is.

Let’s also be honest, if that’s possible anymore. Barack Obama is half black and half white. We have struggled as a society to get beyond racism and bigotry and as such, I’m positive in my assessment that a lot of restraint has been shown in targeting Barack Obama for jokes out of fear of just what has happened; accusations of racism.

President Obama ate dog as a child. What’s wrong with that? I’ve written about eating dog in our history and that eating dog is still the cuisine of some societies. When President Jefferson sent Captains Lewis and Clark to find a passage to the Pacific Ocean, neither of the men or their expedition would have survived had they not eaten dog. But as humans, we are prone to make jokes about it, I think some because we are uncomfortable with talking about the subject, but mostly because humor defines us.

On the website The People’s Cube, an entire array of photoshopped pictures depicting President Obama eating or chasing after dogs with the intent of eating them, can be found.

On John McCain’s Twitter page he posted a photo of his son’s bull dog and ends his Tweet by saying, “I’m sorry Mr. President, he’s not on the menu!”

When asked at a press conference, White House Press Secretary, Jay Carney, struggled to answer the question as to whether the President was aware of all the jokes but he couldn’t resist making a joke about the jokes.

If you click on the link to John McCain’s Twitter page, you can read some of the comments irate people left to John McCain about his sick sense of humor.

But what about the hypocrisy? Recall, if you will, that not long ago, there were a lot of people very upset about the movie “The Grey”. Two issues played out here. The movie was about a plane that crashed in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. Survival was key, i.e. finding food and prevent becoming food. The plot is about these survivors fending off a hungry pack of wolves. The first issue of outrage was that the makers of the movie dared depict wolves in a truth setting; that they are bloodthirsty killers. The second issue is that the wolves they killed, they ate.

Hang on for a second. This is a movie! But yet there was still outrage. In addition, before filming of the movie began, the cast and staff tried eating some wolf meat in order to gain a better understanding of what they were up against. Doing so has “dogged” them ever since. (See what I mean?)

The point is there was outrage over this and I recall reading in several places among the media outlets, including Online, that people just did not eat dog. That our society (American) has never eaten dog, etc. etc. etc. This is what prompted me to dig back through the Lewis and Clark Expedition journals to recount all the times they not only ate dog meat buy preferred it over deer or elk. In addition this dog meat they ate, included domestic dogs they bought from the natives and coyotes and wolves they were able to kill during their journey.

The hypocrisy here is that while there was outrage that dogs were depicted as being eaten in a movie, there was no outrage at the disclosure that President Obama actually did eat dog as a kid. Instead, their biased anger is directed at those who chose to make jokes about it, seemingly now supporting the eating of dog….well, depending upon who did the eating I guess.

One can argue that most of these jokes originated from people or organizations that are working to elect a different president, but why is this all of a sudden different or deserve a different level of scrutiny? Campaigns bring out the worst in everybody.

What the reasons are that President Obama ate dog as a kid, I don’t know, nor do I care. I think some of the jokes are funny. I find some a bit over the top. I certainly can understand a person who adores dogs, finding offense in some of these photos and jokes. And I find the same level of humor disseminated the same way regardless of which side of the political aisle they walk on.

Tom Remington

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