Posted on 10/17/2011 9:25:44 PM PDT by Kartographer
I use the word "survivalist" in the most all-encompassing way, meaning that anyone who wants to/plans to survive a fairly good sized disaster falls into this category. As a survivalist, you need these ten things if you want to have a chance of coming out the other side of a disaster in a rather whole manner.
(Excerpt) Read more at daily-survival.blogspot.com ...
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It was a little joke about your website, which I happen to like and very much appreciated your help with Kartographer a few months ago:
http://www.tomeaker.com/kart/preparedness1i.pdf
Sometimes humor doesn’t come across in writing. Hope you didn’t take offense.
There is some confusion from other posters regarding Kart’s posting and whether or not he is a blog pimp.
You were kind enough to help settle this issue and people are still confused about his motives.
His motives are plain and simple: he is trying help other humans survive and thrive, in particular Freepers and he expects no remuneration what so ever.
...the bastard. What is he, some sort of COMMIE???!?
Dat’s Kommie with a “K” Like Kartographer....
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I think you do a great job! I’d say ignore anyone who is purposely aggravating.
I store coffee and I rarely drink it. I even have two cases of MRE Depot green coffee beans. What can I say.
We had very interesting skunk adventures this summer. Found out a bunch (mama and kids) were living under our house. Crawlspace. Very long story with high drama, but thankfully no spraying. Much debate and reserach about skunk traps, how to entice them other to quarters, how to keep the two blind cats away from them, etc. FINALLY they left of their own accord.
BUT - in a few days we were inundated with a bazillion FLEAS. ‘Nother long story.
So then we nailed chicken wire, roof tin, added cement here and there and big rocks to make it so no skunks could get under the house again. Whew...until a few nights ago I heard one under the house again. Next morning we investigated and found that it had managed to move a large piece of wood and dig out another entrance. What to do, what to do.
So we put a flat piece of wood next to the entrance, covered it with flour, and kept checking until we saw the exiting footprints (only one skunk this time) and blocked this entrance. The only other alternative was to follow it into the woods and shoot it which we would prefer not to unless necessary.
So far, so good.
“Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: The Siege of AR-558 (#7.8) (1998)
Quark: Let me tell you something about Hew-mons, Nephew. Theyre a wonderful, friendly people, as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those same friendly, intelligent, wonderful people... will become as nasty and as violent as the most bloodthirsty Klingon. You dont believe me? Look at those faces. Look in their eyes.”
Ripped off Heinlein again, did they?
I can tell you that store coffee would be ‘gold’ during shtf! ;-)
I’d get more if money was no object.
It doesn't sound that good to me, lj. lol
Especially the bazillion fleas. At that point I might take a spraying and shoot the little bass turds. ;^)
The fleas showed themselves after their hosts departed for the summer. I can’t use chemical pesticides so we did lots of spraying with diatomaceous earth mixed with water, got sticky flea traps and to get the last of them, hub got a propane torch and did a scorched earth policy. The fleas were under the house and outside on one side of the house, not inside, except for the ones we brought it.
It took a while but they’re gone now.
If any skunks return, he’s gonna shoot them. But not right next to the house! He needs to get some night vision though.
And I hope you win it, lj. :-) lol
Where did you take them for survival training???
It’s either them or us. Can’t compromise with skunks any more than you can compromise with commies/leftists/muzzies!
I realized that after I posted.
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“. . . survival chickens . . .
Where did you take them for survival training???”
They’re not real bright learners (surprise, surprise), so it’s more a matter of natural selection. If you’re not into the whole Darwinian thing, just imagine that God made some of them a little less dumb than the rest.
My oldest rooster, for instance, named “Gunny,” leads what’s left of the advance storm troopers in the Welsummer patrol. Actually, they’re so bright that I never lost any of the original six hens, but gave a few away. Great chickens for my purposes, but I wanted more variety for interbreeding, so I got a second and third wave of reinforcements from other local militias, including several more roosters (so far!) among them.
But none have got the gumption to attack me as a predator the way Gunny does. Probably a reincarnation of Sergeant Major Dan Daly: ready to die at a moment’s notice for the homeland, or to be cooked up by the wife if duty calls.
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